"NONE OF YOU FUCKIN FUCKS MOVE!" Cried an masked Packie McReary as he dramatically ran into the bank of Liberty city, holding his shotgun. He had a small small crew of 4. All of them armed to the teeth, and not screwing around.
'I should of known' Connor thought, as he and everyone else in the bank were forced to lay on the ground. He's gotten use to this shit. Nutcase's are pretty "average" for this town. And trouble always seems to find him. It's like he's cursed.
"Fuck these people! Fuck your cause! Ireland ain't the only thing green! Dollars are two!" Packie angrily yelled, as he and his brother Derek got into an argument.
"Now you said bloody Ireland! That's gonna narrow a search isn't it!" Derek pointed out.
"Fuck you! Take the needle out of your arm, THEN tell me what to do!" Packie angrily replied.
"I'll let YOU! Tell ME what to do! When you stop shoving half of Bolivia up your nose every Saturday night!" Derek replied, just as angrily.
"MOTHERFUCKAAA!" Came an sudden voice.
'Eugene Reaper. What the hell was he thinking!?' Connor thought to himself.
Of coarse the news would later claim he was hero. But the fact is. He was an complete idiot. And Packie and Derek avenged their fallen friend when they brutally murdered Eugene for having killed Michael.
"Shit! Michael! SAINT FUCKIN MICHAEL!" Packie screamed as he saw his friend laying dead in the bank.
Connor couldn't help but feel a small sense of sympathy for them. But that was interrupted by a loud bang. The vault door blew open.
"Shit! (to Niko) Get the money!.. Me and my brother will watch the kids!" Packie cried, trying to be serious again.
Niko ran down to get the mooney.
"Any one else tries that shit and I'll shoot them wait between the eyes!" Packie angrily told the hostages as he and Derek waited for Niko.
