Disclaimer: I do not own Grand Theft Auto IV, San Andreas, or Packie McReary.
Grand Theft Auto: Luck of the Irish
Prologue: The Great Escape
So much had gone wrong. Packie wanted to forget it all. He had left behind everything that had led to this trouble, even the Comet he had bought. The only thing he carried on his back was the bad memories of Liberty City, a quarter of a million dollars, and the clothes he wore. He was leaving it behind. Liberty City was dead to him.
A yellow taxi stopped at Francis International Airport, and the taxi driver, a foreign man named Mohammed, turned.
"Hey, you pay now!" Mohammed ordered.
"Fine here, kiss my gun," Patrick McReary said as he stuck a silenced Python into Mohammed's mouth, shooting the cab driver.
Patrick, known as Packie on the streets, got out of the cab and pocketed his gun. He wore a green t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. He carried a duffel bag on his back, and walked into the airport. He pulled out his Whiz wireless cell phone and called his friend and partner, Niko Bellic.
In an apartment in Bohan, Niko Bellic, a Serbian man with thin brown hair and a goatee. He was having sex with Carmen Ortiz when his phone rang.
"Hey, hold on a second," Niko said as he pushed Carmen away for a second, but she decided to just give him a blowjob instead.
"What is it, Packie?" Niko asked.
"I just wanted to say goodbye. I decided to leave Liberty City. Especially after what happened to Frankie and Katie. Listen, look after yourself, and any of your friends. You and Derrick are the only family I have left in this rotten city.
Niko had never heard Packie so sincere before, even after all the times the two had gone drinking together in Steinway.
"You too Packie. Good luck with your new life," Niko said before cutting off his phone, turning his attention to Carmen once again.
Packie got into the plane, and when it flew off of the ground, he pulled out his phone again, calling his brother, Derrick McReary.
Derrick, a man with an aged appearance and graying hair due to the years of drug abuse, sat, snorting up cocaine when his phone rang. He answered it and wiped his nose on a tissue.
"Packie, my brother, what is it?" Derrick asked.
"I'm leaving Liberty City. Look after Gordon, Gerry, and yourself most of all. Don't let Ma get hurt either. You're in charge of the Mob now. Goodbye Derrick. It's been nice knowing you."
"Have fun in your new life at a new city. I hope things work better for you there than things have here," Derrick said before hanging up.
Gordon Sargent, a close friend and partner to Packie, much like Niko, was next. He sat at a couch in his apartment in Algonquin.
"What is it Packie?" Gordon asked.
"I'm leaving this city. Everything I've tried here has gone wrong. You and Derrick are in charge of the Mob now. Good luck."
"Yeah, same to you," Gordon said, hanging up.
Packie, now in his new life, was in the plane, flying to the east. He looked out at the land below him.
"So, a fresh start. I just hope things are different," Packie said to himself.
Packie left the airport and found himself in the Los Santos International Airport. He was in California now. Los Santos.
"So, a new beginning. Looks like it's time I screwed everything up here too," Packie said as he walked away from the airport.