Welcome to Volk City.
There's a little section on the edge of the city that hasn't been touched by the advancements in technology. It's called Volkan Heights. Everywhere else it looks like New York City. Just like New York, Volk has boroughs, five of 'em. See, there's Volkan Heights, New Port, Downtown Volk, Seether Valley, and the Estates. Where I live, the buildings retain their 17th Century style, just like it's been since my childhood. The streets are cobblestone (despite automobiles driving around) and the technology is still rather primitive at today's standards. Hey, we're still stuck with our Sega Genesis and Super Nintendos. It's just my luck too, Volkan Heights is the city's war zone. Every night there's drive-bys, gang wars and so much scum around it's almost contagious. Then again, I've got Vinny. He's my boss. He can get me out of trouble and at the same time get me anything I want to finish the job. If it weren't for the Brits' little "organization", I'd probably be dead in the streets. Or I'd be in jail.
Which reminds me about the law around here, they're tough. They call all sorts of back-up even the military. Fortunately, that hasn't happened for years. Out of all the boroughs this is the most heavily patrolled one. New Port is Volk's industrial area and dockside. Downtown Volk is where all the advancements and state-of-the-art technology is at. Seether Valley is the where the military base is at and the most rural part of Volk (well besides us). The Estates are chains of suburbs and small towns, while being the most mountainous and the "pretty" side of Volk.
I looked at my clock. It was half past five. Then my cell phone rang. I answered it. "'Ey, Guntz! Y'know in thirty minutes we's gonna do the job 'ight?", a voice with a thick British accent said.
"Yeah, yeah, Vinny I gotcha, I'll be there in a few".
"'Ey, Don' be late!".
"Sure".
I complete forgot about Vinny's heist at Totes District. Oh, yeah Heights' districts. There's five of 'em, Totes, Louie Square, Compact Straits (The one I live in), Altec Lansing, Levi's Ghetto (No not THAT kind of Ghetto). If you knew your history, ghettos are defined as safe places, like in World War II where the Jews would seek refuge in places called "ghettos". "Crap", I cursed. I looked at my watch and I only had 20 minutes left to Totes, which was across from where I was. I looked out on the street and saw a nice red Banshee ( '83 Corvette) cruising along. It's probably a one in one-million chance I'll see a car like that in these parts. Hey, it matched my jacket so why not take it? I walked towards it door and flung it open. "HEY! whatcha doin' with ma car?".
"Stealing it, what do ya think?", I replied. I threw down the driver into the pavement and drove off, almost forgetting to shut my door.
"THE HEIST"
I arrived on the corner of the street where Vinny's ride was with five minutes to spare. I drifted my car into the side walk and got out and shut the door behind me. The city's smog gave the sky that unnatural orange shade. The setting sun shimmered as though it was a reflection in water. Naturally it was me who would drive again since I saw Vinny and his pals on the other seats, while the driver's seat was empty. I popped the door open. The red furred Vizsla with floppy ears with big light brown eyes and a long snout tossed an Uzi at me.
"Alright, everyone know the plan?", he asked.
Everybody nodded included me.
"Them Russkies have somethin' big in their hands, We gotta take 'em by surprise when we get to their headquarters at the edge of Altec Lansing. They'll all be there at this time, Ya got that Guntz?"
I nodded again.
"Jeez, pal, maybe you should get a change of clothes or sumthing"
I frowned at him, so what if I wore my regular grey attire and my red jacket, with my goggles and bullet belt?
We were deep into the Russian Mafia's territory. I wish Vinny's little Admiral could go a little faster in these parts. We finally arrived at the headquarters, a big clean and nice-looking house with many cars parked outside. There were also a lot of Russian Laikas hanging around. Most of the Russian mafia were Spitzes or Laikas. The mafia always wore pricey black suits and drove black sport cars (mostly Cheetahs and Turismos). I also heard that they're main way of making money is by transporting goods from here to Russia and Eastern Europe. They finally recognized who we were when we pulled up at the sidewalk. They started pulling out their guns, when Vinny swept the area with his Mac-10, killing all of them. "C'mon let's go!", he ordered. We all rushed into the house. It didn't surprise me when we greeted with mafia members all over the area. They were rolling out of corners, popping up from balconies and spraying machine gun fire at all of us. Vinny's two other lackeys were shot and killed. We took cover behind a desk. "All 'ight, Guntz, Give me sum cover fire while I sneak around the house and look for 'em blueprints!"
"Is that what they have!? Blueprints…but for what?"
"I don't know, but it could be sumthing big!!"
Vinny crawled through a hallway to the right. While I fired at the Russians. One by one, I was picking them off from where they stood. It was not soon before Vinny came sprinting through out of the hallway with bullets whizzing close to his head.
"Let's get outta hea'!", Vinny shouted.
I followed him close by. We were almost to the door, when suddenly my body went numb. I plopped down on the floor. Vinny dived through the window. He waited anxiously for me. Then Spitzes came out and sprayed his car. Vinny ducked and crawled to the driver's seat and sped off.
As I laid there on the floor my vision became blurry, A throbbing pain came from my back. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't let me. It was too weak. I vigorously tried with all my might, but I gave up hope. Well this is it, I'm going to die here in enemy territory. Somehow I think that this was a life wasted. Yeah, I coulda of finished school and everything, but back then I was naïve. Now…now…I guess this is what I deserve for the way I lived my life. Murdering, stealing, dealing. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by darkness.
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YES!! A new fanfic!! This time it's first-person and from Guntz point of view. I love the Grand Theft Auto series next to all my other favorites. In case you didn't know, Spitzes and Laikas are Eastern European/Russian dog breeds. The wonders of Wikipedia. Well if my still interested in this series expect a LONG, LONG fanfic.