Chapter One

"Thanks for taking that guy out for me." The middle-aged man smoked his cigar as he leaned back in his Italian leather chair. "He was becoming a real pain in the ass."

"No problem," Niko replied as he stood in front of Mr. Thompson's desk in his normal attire. Thompson lounged in his chair with his feet on top of the mahogany table as if he owned the world.

"Speaking of problems, I've got one. . .that I'm sure you'll be willing to help me with."

"What sort of problem are you talking about?" Niko's Serbian accent was thick and heavy, unlike Thompson's slick American one.

"My daughter, the little bitch is trying to put me away, you know in the big house. She's planning on putting me away for a very long time, and I can't let that happen." Niko nodded as Thompson took another drag of his Cuban cigar.

"I need you to get her for me."

"You want me to kill you're own daughter?"

"Oh no, I'll be the one doing that," Thompson smiled wickedly and glared at Niko for a moment before taking his feet down from the table. Elbows on the desk, he leaned forward and continued to talk.

"I need you to find her, and bring her to me."

"How much."

"All business, not questioning my morals. . .I like you Niko," he paused and looked around his office, the walls were covered in photos, certificates, plaques, the showcase of his life. He breathed in before he spoke.

"Twenty g's, maybe twenty-five."

"You must really want to find her." Thompson got up from his chair and looked out of the window that was behind him. Rain tumbled from the black clouds hovering over the city. Perfect Liberty City weather.

"You have no idea," he murmured, shaking his head.

"Where is she?" Niko asked him.

"Well, I don't actually know-" he was interrupted by Niko's laugh. "Listen Bellic, I'll pay double, triple, just find her, understand?" Thompson sat back down on his chair and opened a drawer in his desk. He took out some files and pictures and laid them out on the table.

"This is her," he said, handing Niko a picture of his daughter. "I know she hasn't left the country and I know that she's still here in Liberty City. She was last seen a week ago, that bitch stabbed one of my men in the balls up in South Bohan." Niko was amused by this and nodded his head, an impressed smirk on his face.

"In the balls, eh?"

Thompson handed him another picture. "This is Olivia and my ex-wife, she err. . .died a few weeks ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Niko said, though he didn't look sorry, at all.

"Don't be, bitch just like her daughter." Thompson turned and walked over to his liquor cabinet, leaving Niko to sift through the photos and files on the desk. He found a news article of Thompson's marriage to his ex-wife. The girl behind them had an empty look on her face, it was Olivia.

"So, you're not actually her father," Niko stated, showing him the article as he poured himself a drink.

"No, I met her mother in London eight years ago, married her after a year and then they both moved here a year after that, I treated that bitch like one of my own. Gave her money, cars, a house. Gave her everything. She should have been grateful, she had nothing and neither did her mother. Want a drink?"

"No, thanks," he paused a while as Thompson gulped down some whiskey. "The girl then, she is English?" he questioned, looking through some more pictures.

"Yeah, stubborn little whore as well. Been hiding herself, wearing wigs and all that shit, so none of my boys will notice her. But you ain't just one of my boys, are ya?"

"Anything special about her? Scars? Birthmarks?"

"She's er gotta scar along her neck," Thompson showed Niko where on his own throat. "All along here. She got attacked when she was younger, mother said she was raped, I say she was asking for it. Always is. That fucking whore needs to be taught a lesson. And soon."

Niko pocketed one of the pictures after folding it up and nodded.

"She's clever as well, don't underestimate her. You better mind your balls." Thompson said, laughing a little.

"When you get her, call me." Niko started to leave when Thompson spoke again.

"Oh and Bellic." Niko stopped and turned around again. "You don't need to bring her back in one piece, have as much. . .fun as you like." Niko simply nodded and tried to ignore the sick grin on Thompson's face as he left.