Yup, will be just as promised.

This fanfiction is about people. It's also about about GTA. It's also about death. And most importantly, it's about a large number of people dying in extremely unpleasant ways; ones that could hardly by called natural (Well, except for Carcer City, where that sort of thing happens all the time, but you know what they say about them).

1930, January 14 2008, Liberty City, Hepburn Heights
The Diablo territory was silent. Every building, every automobile was covered with a slight coating of snow, as polluted as every ounce of water around the city of Liberty. Few animals could be heard, coinciding with the ever-growing number of gun enthusiasts in all three boroughs.
A white Remington with tanned windshields, a flaming, eye-watering paintjob, and an illegal level of body suspension drove out of the soon-to-be-destroyed Porter Tunnel and headed down the road, seemingly oblivious of the dozens of gang members cruising the streets.
Reaching a decision, two men in blue bandanas carrying alloy baseball bats and revolvers carefully approached the vehicle from the front. It stopped instantly. They turned their attention to the side windows, also built to be impossible to penetrate with naked eye.
One of them yelled:
"Oi! M'te! You're on Diablo turf! Ya one, mon?"
A windscreen slowly rolled down. The gangsters heard soft classical music rising. A male voice from the dark depths of the vehicle said:
"No, punk. Don't you see the car? Does it look like we are Diablos? Ah, also, why are you trying to do a Jamaican accent?"
"Um, we'll give you to our boss, ok, mate?"
"Wrong phrase. The right one would be... Running away. Um. I am very sorry to do this, gentlemen." The man made a theatrically long pause, letting the gangsters become even more uncomfortable. "Mortimer, please, kill them."
An M60's barrel appeared out of the back window of the car, which has opened to the command.
"Dude, what are you doing, mon? It's not like we did anything to ya! Seriously!"
"Sorry, gentlemen. And you're doing it again, 'mate.'"
The weapon fired a short burst of bullets aimed at the gangsters' chests, releasing something simultaneously with trigger-happy Mortimer's happy sigh - a vast and damp cloud of blood.
The gunfire alerted Diablos to the car, which was already speeding away, turning left as it reached the nearest intersection. In just a mere fraction of a minute a Stallion was already chasing after them, reaching the corner their target disappeared behind in a surprisingly swift manner, as opposed to the usual bulkiness of the brand's models. To the Stallion's occupants' disbelief, the vehicle was there, parked on a sidewalk, the street devoid of pedestrians, and small puddles of blood already drying up.
One of the Diablos opened the glove compartment, reached inside, and took out an old Tec 9.
"Hm? Should I?"
"Yeah, holmes. Fire it up."
The Remington accelerated and turned left again, past a construction site that has been unactive for seven years, since that day that the mayor of Liberty City has suggested that, because of his giant debts to every government and every mafia in the world, they can ignore that site as he has no money to do anything about it, past a laundromat, all the while tailed by the Diablos, trying to shoot its tires out, in the range of merely a few metres.
The white car quickened its speed of passage... And everything stood still as it continued to go off the road, through the railings, and into the water. The Stallion braked a few seconds before meeting the same demise. Two gang members stepped out.
"Huh, they really takes losing hard?"
"They didn't actually lose. Not as such, you know, ese. You know. We didn't even really fight."
"Ah, well. But you do know that they probably opened the door at the last moment and jumped out and survived?"
"Yeah. Probably. But who cares? They usually do, but I bet fifty bucks that they didn't now. Let's go get a Well Stacked."
"OK, mate. I mean, you are right; this is none of our concern. This position has a pension. What's the sense in running around like we're invincible is this position has a pension?"

Silence.

"Uh, it does, right? Burro did say that we get some monetary support after we get too old?"
The other participant of the conversation stirred, startled, as if awaking from a daze.

"Yes, it's true. Although, 's not like being a gangbanger is a job that you can grow old during at all. There are old gangsters and bold gangsters, and I really can't remember the rest of the saying, although it probably meant somethin' really smart."

They drove in silence. The person who just spoke tried to continue the conversation.

"Anyway, it's not like anybody ever complained."

"That supposed to make me feel better? Just drive to the fucking pizzeria. I already feel awful that I've missed New Year's Eve on patrol. Now we didn't have any pie for Old New Year. I'll have pepperoni, thanks."

1940, 14 2008, Liberty City, rocks off the coast north to Hepburn Heights
As the gangsters got into the car and sped out of sight, two figures climbed up on the rocks a few dozen meters into the open sea. One of them shuddered and said:
"You see, Mortimer? This is how it's done."
"Yeah, whatever. That paintjob was made for my money, you remember that? And we salvaged only one M60."
"The others were fakes."
"So... I get it, but I have just one point to understand. What was the point of all of this again? If this was just practice, then why did there have to be the destruction of the car? I mean, we could have died there if the doors... Wouldn't have been... Blown off by the water pressure..."
The sentence came to a halt, Mortimer's eyes questioning the other figure.
He replied:
"Yes, the doors were rigged. Think of it like – like being a stuntman, except that the other times you will not have a chance to escape nearly that good." He continued. "Anyway... As I was saying... This is how you do it. One at a time. Two at a time. Then, you take a cement truck, block off the sewers under the district with the material, so that the gas can build up... Then, you send a man to drop a match into a manhole. The thing is..." the man hesitated, searching for a word, and settled lamely, "Style. If you will come in and slaughter everyone, they will remember you as a sadistic bastard. If you will plant bombs from an RC helicopter, they will remember you as a genius."
Mortimer turned.

"Er. Boss. You are aware that I have been in the business for years? Right? Yes?"

"Yes, but I think that a person should be open to new ideas."

He sauntered vaguely into the water. Behind his back, Mortimer muttered in sotto voce:

"Fucking new guy. Hah. And I have to play along to this? What is he, some kind of a torturer?"

Update:

Liberty Tree: The Truth Is What You Make Of It

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As recently became known to Liberty Tree, the Trenton PD arrested the murderers who have triggered the recent gang feud that resulted in two deaths. The men are as of this minute in the detainment cells of the Police Department. As the Police spokesperson David Geller remarked, "With us it's safe to walk the streets." For a reason unknown to the reporters, the officers were unable to reveal the killers' identities or show any images of them. No information about them is known at this point. The only reference to the prisoners outside of the spokesman's company was by a police officer who was questioned by reporters:

"(Deputy George Jordan Parts, first year): Uh, yeah, we got 'em down in the cells. Of course we got 'em. Er. Yeah, they're there. If they weren't, why would I be talking to you? They're there sure enough. How did they get there? How come we got 'em there? Because we captured them, that's why."
The deputy was unexplainably eager to leave right after conversing.

Also found out by Liberty Tree is the fact that a vehicle belonging to the murderers was found by the Liberty City Police Force. The type of the car is known to most as "Lowrider". It was white-colored and had a paintjob depicting flames.
It was spotted just off the north coast of Portland, retrieved from the sea, and surprisingly quickly repaired from all the water damage. At this point it is in the impounded car lot under the Trenton Police Department.
The pictures of the vehicle are below.

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