Hey, guys. It's here. The second chapter is here right on time. That's weird for me. They're either early, late, or two months off. Well, my time is sort of stretched since I have a new school term to start, I'm gonna try starting back up on my Zombie story and my Freddy Fazbear story is hard to keep up on since my ideas are hard to settle. Anyways, this isn't FNAF. This is GTA V. On with the story.

I hopped into the still-running Asea and closed the door. At least I got a ride, I thought. But at what cost? That man I'd just robbed was just an innocent guy. "He'll be fine," a voice in my head said. At least, I think it was in my head. I drove off while snaking through the maze of cars.

I liked the car after a mile or so. It was fast, but I never went faster than 120km/h. I could just feel its power. The thoughts of robbery were gone from my head. I felt like I was just driving along.

That is, until I realized I didn't know where I was going. The streets were crowded at some points and barren in others. The layout of the city was easy enough to see by its grid-like streets. But when I realized I didn't know where I was when I passed a sign that read, 'Vinewood Hills.' It wasn't like I could just ask someone where this Blaine County was.

"Are you lost," a voice behind me asked. I spun in my seat to see the shady figure from before. "I see you took my advice. I've just been wondering how long it would take you to notice me or your surroundings."
"How the hell did you get here?" How'd he even get in my car?
"Take it easy. I'm a friend who will lead you to greatness. The friend who will teach you the-"
"Yeah, yeah," I said, cutting off the stranger. "Enough with your friend bullshit. Either tell me how to get to Blaine County or get out."
"Now, now. I wanted to give you a gift. To start you on your road to success." The guy held out a small box.
"Who the hell even talks like that, 'your road to success'?" I took the box. "What the hell even is this?"
"Open it and you will see. This gift will start you on your way. And it is here I must leave you. Los Santos may be big but we will see each other again." He opened the door of my Asea and climbed out into Vinewood Hills.
"I'm kinda scared of that guy," I said to myself. "But at least he left me a present." I tugged on the silk ribbon and pulled of the velvet box top off. I peered inside to see in a silk lining, a .45 caliber Pistol and a IFruit Phone.
"For this guy to give me a phone and gun he must be a rich man..."

The drive to Blaine County was a long one. The good thing, I hadn't seen cops down the road the entire time so I was free to lay down the gas pedal. I sped down the almost barren highway at max speed, the engine protesting. I even scared some old people.
Slowly, the terrain turned from grass and trees to sand and rocks. Now I looked at the address. I could see the town from here. It was really more of a trailer park than a town. I slowed down to about 40km/h and cruised by the houses, looking for 1733.

After an hour of searching, I found the place. It was old and practically a few metal sheets held together with rusty bolts. Plus two wheels. It was the worst one on the street. If you could call it a street. But it did look similar to the other houses so I walked up and knocked on the door. A sheet beside the door came loose from reverberations.
"I guess they're not in... Wait. What am I even gonna do while I'm Los Santos. I can't go back home and I don't have anyone to stay with. This has got to be one of my worst days of my life."

Just as I was getting in 'my' car, my new phone rang.
"Hello," I asked into it.
"Is this the new guy in town," the voice on the other end asked.
"Yeah? My name is Jason. Yours?"
"Okay Jason. I'm sending you the cords to my place on Amarillo Vista. I'm Lester." The phone made a click sound and the line went dead. I looked down at the phone for caller ID, but the number was *67'd. Then the screen flashed and a map appeared with a purple line coming from what I assumed to be me, all the way back into Los Santos and to a short road labeled, 'Amarillo Vista'. I then decided to pay this Lester a visit.

Before I'd reached the outskirts of Los Santos, I got a message from an Unknown at sunset.
"Just saw you drive past. You got a nice car and I need some help with a delivery. Meet me." Cords were printed beneath the message in a sort of hyperlink. I touched them and the map changed end points. The line came to a large open space on my screen just outside of Los Santos. There was a choice of going to Lester's or to this guy... Wait. There's another text.
"Be there or I'll send some Hitmen after you." Oh my god. This is some deep shit here! I'm definitely going to this guy.

Looking at the GPS occasionally, I maneuvered my car to the place on the map. It was a rail yard that looked pretty normal except there was a beat up blue and black Gauntlet parked just outside. I pulled up next to the muscle car and turned off my car. From behind a rail car, a man in a gray mask came forward.
"So you're the one who called me out?" I called to him.
"I'll answer your questions after you answer mine. Did boss give you your starter package?" Geez. He's pushy.
"You mean the phone and gun?"
"So he did," He said, scratching his hair. "Well, what's your name?"
"My name is Jason Winaire," I answered.
"Do you have a cooler name in mind? Because Jason sounds kinda lame for a gangster." Gangster?
"What do you mean, for a gangster?"
"You stole that car," he said, gesturing to the Asea. "Right? Only a gangster would steal a car in broad daylight. Now would be the time thieves come out and the little wimps called average citizens go hide in their homes."
"But I'm not a gangster. I just needed a ride and no one would give me one." I tried to defend my actions, but, secretly, I liked the sound of being a gangster.
"I can see it in your eyes, you want this. Now, I need you to take this package." He held out a small cardboard that was roughly the size of a computer mouse. "Take this package to Lester. He's expecting you. No get out of here you little shit!"
"Wait. I want to ask you one more question. Can my new name be...The Shredder?"
"That's not my call, dawg. That be yours." He started his muscle car and revved it up, so loudly my ears started ringing. I stood there with a box in my hand and a new name.

Than my phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Lester.
"Hey, um... Where are you? You were supposed to be here by now. Hurry it up." Fine. Fine. I'm coming. I walked to my Asea and hopped in. I started the car and heard the radio on. Now, I don't remember the radio ever being on when I turned the car off. I clicked the power button and the current rap music cut off.
"Hey, man," a voice from the back said. "That was my jam. Turn it back on." I turned and saw the man in black in the backseat again. I opened my mouth to start yelling at him but he cut me off.
"Now, now. None of that. I am only here to lead you on your path to success. The path of a thug, a gangster."
"Yeah, yeah. You said that already. And I told you to knock off that 'path of success' bullshit."
"Okay Mr. Grouchy Pants. Just drive to Lester's place. I need to meet with him, too."
"How'd you know I was going to Lester's?"
"I was here the whole time. I could hear every word you guys said. Now drive. Start your path of-. Sorry." I put the car in reverse after I glared at the shadow man. I quickly left the rail yard and followed the GPS directions to Amarillo Vista.

"Go on," The man in shadows prodded. "Knock on the door. Lester is always home. You'll see why in a second." I did as told and knocked, hard. I heard some clangs and some cluttering inside before a man in glasses and a wheelchair opened the door.
"Hey. Uh, you must be Jason. Come on in. You too, boss." Lester moved his wheelchair back and out of the way. It was dark inside and there where a few strewn about computer parts.
"Lester? I got a package for you. Here you go." I handed Lester the box and he opened it slowly, like there was a bomb inside. Then he pulled out whatever was inside and stored it in his pocket as fast as he could.
"Ah, good. Thanks Jason."
"Welcome. So... What did you call me here for?"
"Yeah. Right. I need you to do something for me. Don't worry. It'll benefit you too," Lester said with a smirk.

So Jason has met Lester and completed his first job. Plus he has a new name. I got the idea from Ninjutsu and Wolverine. From the claws. Who knows what'll happen to Shredder now, what jobs he'll get. Not even I know. That's why I'm going to need you help. Send me PMs and review to tell me anything you want to happen. Even change his name. Seriously. I never completed the game or played much online, so I'm gonna need some help with this one. LowePlays, signing out.