Dash returned to Packie's house.
"Here's the stuff" Dash said, handing him a bag.
"Did the deal go well?.. Any problems?" Packie asked.
"No.. It was fine" Dash replied.
"Good, good, I'll put the money in your account when I get a minute" Packie said.
"Sure" Dash replied.
"But anyway.. My brother Gerald heard about you needing money and all.. He wants to speak to you, he's in the kitchen" Packie said, examining the cocaine.
Dash went into the kitchen, and sure enough, there was Gerald.
"Ahh. You must be Dash.. Your friend Liz told about your abilities.. Don't want them by working for my idiot brother" Gerald joked.
"He's not so bad" Dash insisted.
"I know.. I was only joking.. In truth you WILL be working with him again, but not yet.. Wait till his REAL jobs start coming" Gerald explained.
"But anyway.. Packie said you can handle a gun. That's a nice start.. But if your gonna be a McReary.. We need to know we can trust you" he added.
"How do I do that?" Dash asked.
"Well, Packie's buddy's Gordon Sergeant and Michael Keane are in a bit of jam.. You mind helping them out?" Gerald asked.
"I'll do my best" Dash replied.
"Good.. Take this.. Your need it" Gerald said, handing her a combat shotgun.
LATER:
Dash found Gordon and Michael trapped by a rival gang, and helped them clear the area, using her shotgun, and got a fondness for the particular kind of gun.
"Thanks doll" Gordon said, as she drove them back.
"Don't call me that" Dash warned.
"Well, pretty girl like you sho-
"I don't like being hit on, so please don't" Dash growled.
"Wow.. Sassy one, huh.. That just makes you hotter" Gordon laughed.
"You want to walk!?.. Than please stop talking!" Dash cried out. '
"Mr McCreary, I brought your friends where they needed to go" Dash said into the phone.
Gerald: Good girl.. Packie was right about you.. Good thing Francis is too busy to interfere wait now.
"Busy with what?" Dash asked.
Francis: Paying some loser thug to do his dirty work.
MEANWHILE IN EAST HOLLARD:
Niko: (calling Francis) I'm outside the project, where is he?
Francis: Should be on the second floor, keeps an eye on all his boys from up there. The guys you see are gonna be working for that scumbag in one way or another.. Anyway, these projects all got the same layout, a staircase leading up on either side. Try to get off the ground floor before getting violent.
Niko: Violent? Me?
Francis: Yeah you. Remember, you're doing a real service for the community by getting rid of this scumbag!
Niko: Francis McReary is the community now? You're starting to sound like your friend Manny.
Niko fights to the second level, then chases Clarence up to the roof, using armed with an MP5-SMG as his primary weapon in most of these stories.
"Yo, yo, yo. Man, you got me, chill. I surrender. You wouldn't kill an unarmed man, would you?" Clarence asked, surrounding his gun, and going onto his knees.
"This isn't my choice, the police want you dead" Niko said, holding the SMG at Clearence's head.
"Yo, it's that rat cop McReary. Ain't it? He don't like a younger brother with ambition. Tell you what, I'll reform. I'll get out of the game. Get a GED or some shit. Make something of my life. McReary is going to think I'm dead. Word. Come on, boss. Don't kill me, boss. I'm too young to die. Please. Please!" Clarence bagged.
After some thought, Niko forced himself to kill Clearence anyway. shooting a bullet though the man's face.
"Sorry" Niko said, feeling empty inside.
Niko: (still feeling regret) He tried to convince me to let him go. Said he's get out of town.. I finished him anyway.
Francis: Good move. You shouldn't trust a word that comes out of that scum's mouth. The streets are a little bit cleaner now he's gone. One percent - it's all we can hope for.
Niko: Whatever you say. They don't look much cleaner from where I'm standing.