Chapter 1
BRADLY
Coharan Dam
Years Ago
Detetive Bradly step out of his car and into the night air of liberty city. The day sky normaly was filled with smog from years of polution and neglect from the city inhabiants. It gave a city a grey feeling, a blackness that gave a city a sense of coldness. The skyrapers would peirce through the city, making the scare in people view of the liberty, like someone took a knife to a ounce beutiffull picture and slice deep through down the wall in hung out.
However Bradley did like the sky on night. To him he liked the way the light shine off the smokey smog that filled the air. The light from the buildingd reacted to the toxins, and chemicals in the smog and gave in a northen light fill. The colors were purple, blue, orange, gold a red…lots of red. To him it was had beuty and danger, the two parts of the city. Some focused on the beuty, the big skyscrapes, the archeteces,the victoran and the the night life. While some focused on the crime, the decay, the hookers, the johns, the various cracked heads and husters the filled the street of his often times unfair city.
Some on focuse on one or the other. Bradley on the other felt these two sides go together. They fead into each other, like a two way parasitic relationship. The rich made the buildings. They made the stores that populated the city, made the shows that attracted the torurist the sometime the crimes. They made the resturants and brought a lot of money into the city and a lot of jobs by building the factories. They ran for high offices and funded the crimals were the mob that made it show the rich owneres of the factories could pay their people low wages, they made sure to dig dirty of polticans enemies and silents the polticans critics when every they needed. This cause the polticans to win and voted on zoning laws that kept the riff raff out of the higher up areas making sure the poorer familes had to move out areas the higher up wanted. They made sure the riff rag mostly stuck to killing each other. The crimals sold the drugs for the parties, sold the drugs to the ivy leauge college student to get high, they provied hookers for buisness men. The crimals brought the finger print resitent guns, hired the lawyers who paid of the judges, who then brought the cars, drive by the rich who were later carjacked a killed by the poor crimals who clearl a product of his poor society and thus cant be held responble for the sea of blood he spills….or she as the case may be..as in Catlina.
While standing out in the near the water seeing the bodies of dead Cartel member, Bradly couldn't deny he too was a part of this realtionship. This paristiec relationship. Catching criminals and housing them in jails were a pretty lucrative buisness. It was even more lucrartive for some cops. While Bradley didn't take money himself he didn't exactly go out of his way to stop them. He didn't want to be his a rat. But looking at the carnage lately, looking at the dead cops in his path, he found that it was no pride in not being a rat. Sadly it wasn't any pride in being a dead man either, and that exactly what he would be if he was ratted his fellow cops.
He was one of the youngest Detective but age was slowly creeping up on him due to the job. His atheletice body was showing a bit of fat, now. He stood 5.10 and tended to be well dress. His skin was smooth and dark but starting to harden. He walked with a bit of a limp due to being shot in a shoot out at a drug store a while back. It what got him the detecive bade, he buying things from the store one day when he notice someone going in with a strange bag. He went to invetiage. When they saw him guns were drawn quick. He took a shot but he got two of them. Turns out one of the men he shot was a high leve man in a drug trade and his cell phone lead people to a bust. The limp made his 5.10 frame slump down and made people think he was less tall them he was. They tended to unestimate him because of his parture, and the fact he spoke very softly.
In the recent days a man name Cluade escape from Jail. He don't know the full details but apparently Catilian and him had a lover spat. rose high very fast in the drug trade. A latin fire cracker who killed more men then Scareface, and slept with more then Debbie does Dallas. Claude struck Bradely as a tall and quiet type. Kind of like Humphry Bogart retarted mute brother. He read his rap sheet, man seem to be a blank slate when it came to emotion, if offset Catilina firey and talktive manner
The spat seem to started when Claude and Catilina robbed a bank. Claude was shocked with his dirtbag girlfriend did something dirttbaggish…and shot Claude in the back. Catilan was also surprise when her socipathic boyfriend responded in a socopathic way. Claude escpae and went on a crime spree, stealings cars and cause a two gangs to fight each other on an effort to take out Catlinas Gang. Many cops, gangerster and innocent bystander were caught up in this mess and it seme to invovled every gang in town. It ended with Clatilan trying to escape on a helecopter and Claude shooting it with a missle. Whearabots of Claude is of let known…probally shopping at the leather warehouse as far as Bradly knew
He went down to the helecopter. The fire of the helecopter was put out. Catilan body laid in the wreckage, she seem burn badley and bones twisted
"Damm shame..heard she was a great piece of ass" A cop said
Then he hand twist. Everyone jump back.
"Seem like the piece of ass got some life in her, get me an ambulance down here"
CHAPTER 2
Due to the Liberty City incident and as well as heighten crimes in Vice City, San Andres and other areas a special task force was made that was part of the FBI. This was a group of strike teams. They were given new power and acted as their own force. Cival liberties lawyers complain that this spit in the face of the constitution, but the high amounts of deaths turn public opinon for it
CHAPTER 2
Vice City
MONTHS LATER
Due to the Liberty City incident and as well as heighten crimes in Vice City, San Andres and other areas a special task force was made that was part of the FBI. This was a group of strike teams
The sun was shining through the bullets hole making light rays in the dimly lit room of Tommy Vercettie mansion. Tommy stood behind the couch in a barricade room. He was wearing his topic colored shirt, the buttons unbutton showing his chest hair that was now graying. The top of his hair was mostly black with some white streaks. He was getting up their in age. His face stain with blood not of his own. He held a machine gun in his hair, the smoke from fired bullets still in the air.
"You MOTHER FUCKERS WANT..COME AND GET IT YOUR FUCKINGS..PIGS. I OWN THIS TOWN!!!"
The songs from the CD
Top 20 Screaming 80's
Love Fist was blaring in the backround from the loud speaker the sorrounde the room
"Tommy" a voice said outside the door of his room
The door was swinging back and fourth
"That will be the LAST NAME YOU SAY!!!" Tommy Said
"Tommy…do you know who I am"
"Yea…you're a man..that step right into hell"
"My name is Agent Anderson…think you know me tommy. Think you know me and know what I do."
"Yea..your FBI little hitman…your think your better then me"
"Doesn't matter who bad or who good. I have a Job to do Tommy. I am very heavly armed, and have a lot more men Tom. Going to ask do you want to come quietly" Agent Anderson Asked
"Let me think long and hard about that…FUCK YOU"
……………..
"Very glad to hear you say that Tom"
The wall behind Tommy exploded. Shrapnel him him. When he looked outside in the hole in the wall, he saw a Black Helecopter hovered over his pool.
"The Fuck"
Bullets sprayed into the room filling him with bullets
Chapter 3
Years Later
CATILINA
Liberty City Hospital
A young nurse name Eric Lee walked down the hallways pushing a trey down. He whistled as he strolled through the hallways. There was one just woman in the coma world name Catalina. The way Eric felt, was that may have been the most beautiful woman in the world, unlike other women she was easy to talk to…being in a coma in all
Sure the fact he had to wipe her down sometime took the romance out of the relationship; it was still nice to kill sometime. Eric of course didn't know her by name. Detective Bradley had requested the hospital keep her name as Jane Doe, so someone won't finish the Job. Bradley did this by using the money he found on her and the request the he notified him when she awake. Years pass and most people simply forgot about the name change or arrangement, just that he medical was paid for.
Eric sat down with a bag of liquid.
"mmmmmmm Chicken and Gravy yummmmm" Eric Said
He hooked the food up to her feeding tube and let her eat. Most of her wounds, burns and broken bone shave been healed. The Latin temptress lay quietly in the bed.
"Mmmm wonder what you're dreaming about, bet its pretty things" Eric Said
Catalina was not in fact dreaming about pretty things. What she was dreaming about was taking a Chainsaw to her old boyfriend head, and then feeling his body with 1000 of bullets, before relaxing in a pool of money. She would then get out of the pool and do things to her boyfriend body that would horrify most decent folks and even some indecent ones.
Eric looked out the window. Despite a bit of smog it was a nice day, sun was shining through onto the city park. Crime was down in Liberty, sure it was not Mayberry, but the days a gun store right next to the church was a thing of the pass. A lot of the big time gangster was killed; it was just some small fries, biker gangs, and a few cartels clinging onto the old days. Those days have been long gone.
The history of Liberty City was on the TV. He had a seat and opens his lunchbox. He started eating the food and talking about his day, the people he had to deal with, his coworkers and his family
It was the normal conversation he tended to have with Castilian…accepted for one difference.
This time she spoke back
She grabbed his neck and nearly broke it
"Where the fuck am I!!!"