Grand Theft Auto: Streets of Chaos
Fanfiction by El Tecolote
Disclaimer: Grand Theft Auto is property of Rockstar Games and Rockstar North. Names in this fan fiction are entirely fictional. Any similarities with any person, living or dead, are coincidental.
Rating: Mature Audiences. For graphic violence, nudity, and vulgar language.
Chapter One – The Recruit
Bison City, USA
A city where law and order are a thing for the past. Liberty and justice are for the select few that can afford it. Alienated from mainland USA, it only sustains its privileges. With an economy thriving on prostitution, shady films, and other such black market deals, it has become a hideout for international mobs and terrorists, gangs, street fighters and vigilantes. And they each want a piece of the pie.
One of said citadels of organized crime is the Dominguez Estate, located on a mansion with a magnificent view of the harbor. The original Dominguez were Cuban exiles who scratched through for a living. Their first son, Juan Dominguez, forsaking all that was taught to him, went into organized crime and rose through the ranks of the Fernandez Mob, also Cubans. Eventually, Capo Fernandez passed away, leaving the job open. Dominguez took the job and assimilated both Dominguez and Fernandez clans into one organized and fatally efficient mob. Their money came from prostitution and drug traffic, as many of the other mobs. But their main asset was their black-arms deals, dealing revolutionary technology if the price was right, more importantly, was their human assets; these were shady individuals who worked exclusively for Dominguez, they were as mysterious as they were deadly, and that is why the Dominguez were so rich.
The rain beat down mercilessly against the tinted window pane as Juan Dominguez sat in his conference room, two of his most trusted lieutenants to his left and right, all were staring at a big screen that was being warmed up. "You're going to love the new guy, jefe." Said the one to the left, Sgt. Eduardo Diaz. At thirty, he was the youngest senior officer in the Dominguez Mob, his training consisted solely of ten years he spent in the jungles of Colombia, aiding both the FARCs and the Colombian Army for a price. "We have enough assets out there. And I don't want another one on the bankroll. I have to eat, you know." "This one is different, tell him, Jaime." Jaime was the other man, a highly-decorated intelligence specialist who was the leader of Castro's counter-surveillance commandos. "Si. We don't need to waste any money with this one on training. He is young and passionate, trained in unarmed and unarmed combat." "What is his name?" "We don't know where the hell he came from. His name is The Jackal. He has raised quite a lot of eyebrows." "That's what you told me about the other guy, and he was a fake." "This one's authentic. Ivan Illy'ch Gogol, La Sombra, The Hawk, and Blood Fist all give him excellent marks."
Now this did impress Don Dominguez. Gogol was the Russian Mafia's top-ranking sniper. He was a recipient of the Order of Lenin and of the Gold Star of a Hero of the Golden Union, for distinguished services with the KGB's Operations Directorate. The Hawk, La Sombra, and Blood Fist were similarly commemorated agents of chaos. The Hawk was a professional assassin that was caught plotting to kill Dominguez, and was promptly hanged. La Sombra was a Spanish-Irish soldier who worked with both the ETA and the IRA, despising the former for violence and the latter for peaceful. Blood Fist was a member of the Yakuza mob, who after acquiring immunity from the current leader, seceded from the land of the rising sun and now resided in Bison City. "Where is he now?" "He should be landing at the airport in twenty minutes, along with two friends of his." "Kill the friends, take him alive if possible. Don't let him get away."
"Yes, sir."