"Hey man, get in," Niko said.

Katie scooted over into the middle seat of the Infernus, allowing Packie to get in.

"Niko, Katie, let's hit it."

They sped off down the streets. Katie enjoyed coming out to Dukes. However, she envied Niko for going to Alderney all the time. He had told her she wasn't allowed on that side of the West River. Her father, Roman, had told her he would ground her for a month if he ever caught her over there.

Katie had always dreamed of going to Alderney, just to be rebellious and see the sights. The drive went smoothly, Niko dropping Packie off at the Castle Garden Pier in Algonquin. Her and Niko grabbed a meal at Burger Shot, eating inside. She liked going out to eat with Niko, because he allowed her to buy anything she wanted.

In the car, they talked a bit, mostly about school and Niko's experience with tourists from Vice City. He dropped her off at the apartment in Middle Park East. Roman's apartment was two floors above Niko's.

Niko took the elevator to his apartment. He was just sitting on the couch, flicking on the television when his phone rang. Unknown Caller. Niko hesitated. He had always taken unknown callers before, but it just felt wrong. He answered after two rings nonetheless.

"Hello?" he said, a bit unsure.

"Niko Bellic? Hey, before you ask, it's Johnny."

Niko paused. If this was who he thought it was, then that could be a very bad thing.

"Doesn't ring any bells, I think you've got the wrong number."

"Hey man I'd know your voice anywhere. It's Johnny Klebitz, remember me? We dealt those diamonds for Ray Boccino years back?"

Niko's stomach dropped. He had done the deal with Johnny. Unfortunately, someone had fucked them over, and Johnny took the money. Niko had been hired to kill two of Johnny's friends. He hoped he didn't know about it.

"Shit man, that was a long time ago. I don't do that anymore-"

"Look man, I got something you might be interested in. Come on over to Alderney, at Boyden Avenue. It's a small bike garage with Lost MC on the door. Trust me man, you'll want to see this."

Johnny hung up, and Niko sunk back on the couch in disbelief. Eleven years with a clean record, not a single murder or car theft, and now an old co-worker had something important to show him? Niko thought about it, then dialed Little Jacob.

"Ay Rasta, what's goin' on?"

"Hey Jacob. A man I knew a long time ago has called me. We did some crazy shit, and I never saw him again after killing his friends. He doesn't know. He wants me to head over to Boyden Avenue in Alderney. Think you can meet up there?"

Jacob paused a second, and Niko heard him taking a drag on what must have been a joint.

"Aya Niko, I meet you up at da place. Peace."

"See you there Jacob."

Niko hung up and went out to his car, pondering the situation.

"Niko's a good guy, we got into some shit with the mob together years back. I think this asshole-" Johnny motioned to Luis, who was now tied to a chair, "fucked us over before, in that diamond deal."

Luis struggled against his bonds, a look of sudden understanding in his eyes at the mention of the diamonds. A few moments passed before a car roared up outside. The door flew open with a bang, and Niko entered, a Jamaican man following close.

"Hey man. Who's this?" Johnny asked, clasping Niko's hand and glancing wearily at Jacob.

"A friend. Can't be to careful in this city," Niko said.

Johnny chuckled a bit.

"To right man. So, remember how that deal got shot up, and we lost the ice?" Johnny asked.

Niko thought for a moment.

"Yeah, some Dominican looking guy blew the deal."

"Yeah, well this might be a shock," Johnny said, moving aside to reveal Luis Lopez, who was now struggling much harder.

Niko's eyes widened as he remembered.

"You!" Niko said, pointing at Luis, his face suddenly flushed with anger.

"You fucked up the deal... and you were in the bank too! And- and... Gracie Ancellotti. You were with the homosexual man who traded the diamonds to us! You're all over the fucking place! Who are you!" Niko yelled.

"Chill bro! Shit, you must be living well, after getting those diamonds," Luis said.

"Not quite. Those diamonds got thrown into traffic. Some homeless man got a hold of them, in the end," Niko said darkly.

Johnny turned to Niko.

"You never said you got those diamonds."

Niko scratched his head nervously.

"Yeah, guess our friend here got them. Traded them to us for some bitch I kidnapped," Niko explained.

Johnny simply nodded.

Niko turned back to Luis, drawing the pistol he usually carried out of his pocket, aiming at his head.

"Explain yourself! Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Niko shouted.

"I can't tell you that bro. I have powerful friends, they'll come for me man," Luis said, seemingly very confident.

Luis had a swelling black eye from where Johnny had punched him. Johnny could see it all unfolding, but even he couldn't believe it. The entire situation was fucked up. But it was coming together now. After Johnny had stolen the diamonds off of these men, Gay Tony and this Dominican guy, he had stashed them in the trash. Ray collected them and got him and Niko to sell them to Issac, a Jewish Mobster. The man Johnny had just found attempting to destroy the garage had shot up the diamond deal, and stolen the diamonds. After this, he had supposedly traded the diamonds to Niko, in exchange for an Ancellotti woman that Niko had kidnapped. The diamonds were lost of course, but it was still very coincidental. After all the times they had run into this man during the chaotic times, why was he here now, trying to destroy this business?

"Niko, this fuck was trying to destroy my garage. Mean anything to you?" Johnny asked.

Niko shook his head. As he was about to say something, what sounded like a megaphone rang loudly from outside the garage.

"Hey muthafuckas! You all gonna pay for taking my favorite dude! Luis, get to the chopper bro!"

Jacob turned to Niko, grabbing his arm.

"Shit mon, we got to dash!"

They all turned to the window. A gleaming, heavily armed, golden military chopper was hovering just outside the garage, about five feet from the ground.

Luis had managed to saw through his bindings just enough to be able to snap them off with a quick wrist flick. Yusuf had come for him, tracking his phone. Luis had given him permission to in case of any kind of emergency. It had been six hours, with no news of the garage destroyed, so Yusuf had dropped in. Just as he snapped his binds, powerful streams from the chain guns blasted through the windows. Luis saw the biker Johnny turn to him, looking very pissed. Luis punched him hard in the face, then sent a straight kick to the stomach as he was falling.

"Payback you greaseball fuck!" he yelled, then turned for the door.

That European guy, Niko, was nowhere to be seen. Luis saw that the fire exit to the garage was slightly ajar, causing the alarms to blare.

"Lucky bastard got away," Luis commented on Niko's subtle escape.

The man in the wheelchair was gone as well. Johnny was crawling to the door, and he was maybe ten feet away. Luis decided to leave it. If he was right about what Yusuf was about to do, the biker would probably die. He turned and ran for the door, flinging it open. Yusuf had landed in the street, so Luis ran for it.

"Get in man!"

As he got in and latched the door, Luis took a last look at the garage, which had been ripped apart by the miniguns on the Buzzard. Yusuf rose a bit, then lined up with the window. He fired a single rocket in and the entire garage erupted in flames, sending a deafening explosion out that could probably be heard in Broker, at least that's what Luis thought. They took off as the building began to collapse.

"Shit man, that was crazy! So much for being discreet though," Yusuf said as they flew East.

"Yeah. Those assholes found me. Crazier still, they called this guy. I know him. Traded away a lot of ice to him for this bitch, Gracie Ancellotti," Luis said, deep in thought.

"Weird bro. Nice shiner anyway," Yusuf said, laughing.

"Hey bro you didn't bring an ice pack by chance? Nah, I'm shitting you man. Take me to Maisonnette."

They flew off towards Algonquin.