Grand Theft Auto 3
Life on The Edge
Chapter 1:Narrow Escape
"Mr. Kayleson, you are guilty of murder for Lesley Cross, and Carlos Rel'derio, and the help of a total amount of $2,500,200 American currency. To keep any remaining law in Liberty City, you are due to 75 years in Liberty City Correction Facility. The court is a jured." (Sorry for Spelling) John stared down at his handcuffs. He knew he was in for a while. He looked around to see his parents crying, and the tellers parents laughing. His attourney looking disapointed, and cops grinning.
John knew he wasn't going to be seeing too much action in the big house. The cop grabbed his arm very firmly, and practically dragged him to the huge white van, with the big black letters saying "S.W.A.T." on it. In the huge van was two other people. A huge spanish man, along with a thin black man with two casts on his wrists. With the fingers sticking out of the cast, you could tell he was burnt bad. "Get in!"
Demanded one of the cops. Suddenly ,as John was getting in, the cop pushed the guy in, and slammed the door behind him. John got up and sat on the small bench. He looked up at the black man. "Some white people just piss me off. Specialy the ones who decide to be Pigs. Ma' names Eight-Ball. Who are you." John grinned, he remembered Eight-ball from the huge car bomb in front of the mayors office. Sadly the bomb went off before he wanted it to. "John Kayleson, caught with 3rd degree murder."
"Oh yeah, you da one that blew one of the Cartel's brains out. God, if we get out of here, I know a place were you could get a living." The guy grinned as the car started moving. The cops pulled out of the police station pretty quickly. They didn't want the news to spread,because they were holding the infamous car bomber along with the imfamous "El Burro". The cops were on high alert, because rumor has it that a group of "Diablos" would make an attemp to free the group of gangsters.
"Are we being followed..." asked one of the cops. The other cop turned his head back towards the front of the car. "Doesn't look like it one bit." As they drove towards the bridge a white van and a black "Patriot" hummer started stalking the large SWAT Van. The bridge was low with traffic, and the lights were bright. On the lower side of the bridge, the van opened it's doors an threw what looked to be a large fuel cansiter.About half way up the bridge the "Patriot sped up and quickly braked in front of the SWAT van. "Shit! We need back up- I repeat, we need back up."

The van pulled up behind the SWAT Van, and 3 men came out of the Patriot, and the van. "NO WAY IN HELL! HE IS HEADED TO THE STATE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY!" The driver of the huge police owned van shot at the hummer. "Oh fuckit. Shoot him." One of the men aimed the large M16 at the guy behind the windsheild and fired. John looked out the small crack called a "window" and saw two mexican men walk out. "Shit! Are they the Columbo's!" Yelped 8-Ball.
"Doesn't look like it. They are always in 'South-of-the-Caribbean' Shirts." 8-Ball looked at him with a glare. "Damn. Lemme guess, you usd to work for them." John now had the exchanged confused look. "You didn't know!?!" The chubby mexican in the car with them laughed. "You two home-boys shut up. Those out there are my type. The Diablo's are helping with my escape. So shut the fuck up amigo's, nd maybe you can tag along."
John and 8-Ball looked at him, they didn't know that was 'El-Burro'. The guy really messed up Liberty City Econimy in the bombing of the Portland Harbors. In the background some screaming could be heard."Senor Dickhead, It's no problem to kill you." Suddenly the two back doors were opened, and a cop was waiting there shivering his ass off. "Okay El Burro, is good to see man. Now less go, I am pretty damn sure they managed to call for back-up. You two, get the hell out of here. You free."
El-Burro got out first, then John. When 8-Ball got out , he gave the cop a kick-in-the ass for good luck. "Yeah fuck you piggies."The Diablo shooter looked over to 8-Ball. "Whad you say amigo?" 8-Ball looked to the shooter. "Oh nuthin', just wanted to say my good-byes, ya know." El-Burro grinned. "Hey, one last thing. This fuckin' bridge ain't gonna be standin' much longer. So is' my best advice for you to get off this rock quickly." And with that, El-Burro got into the Patriot, and took off.
"You better help me. I can't dive my hands are messed." 8-Ball looked handicapped with his casts on. "Yeah sure." The two walked towards one of the only cars from the traffic, a Sentinel. In the back ground one last tick was heard. "What was that?" Asked 8-Ball. John turned around. KABOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! "OH SHIT! DUCK KID!!!" John was blown against the Sentinel. 8-Ball was blasted 4 feet away from the recoil. The two were knocked out.

"Hey Kid you okay." John woke up with the thin black man's face only a foot away. "Yeah, but don't call me kid." John sat up, looking around. There were holes in everything. The SWAT car was demolished, along with another cop car, which hadn't been seen before. "Hey, whats-your-name, come here. I know a place were we can lay low for the night." John didn't bother the name calling,and he got in the still-standing Sentinel.
"Need help with the door, 8-Ball." John chuclkled as he heard 8-Ball whisper 'fuck off'. "So where do we go." 8-Ball layed down the directions, and John followed. The drove down the road, and stopped at this place called 'Eddy's Garage'. "Okay, get out. This guy will set us up with a new pair of clothes." John got out and followed 8-Ball like a kid meeting his Grandpa for the first time.It was morning
"Hey 8-Ball, sorry 'bout the whole Cartel thing. My girlfriend was working for them." 8-Ball grinned. "Yeah I understand, but my boss won't, so don't tell him. We are going for a trip. Hows that so-called car holding up." John laughed, and looked at the car. "It's okay, but the handling sucks. Where are we going." 8-Ball looked back to John. "We are going to Luigi's Sex Club 7. He runs a pretty tight job, but he also is a big part in the Liberty City Mafia." John looked around his shoulder. "So is that the guy you are gonna hook me up with?"
"Yeah. If you get on his good side he'll probably introduce you to a man named Salvatore Leone, largest man in the Liberty City mafia." They both got in and John was already headed towards the right direction. "Damn, have you been here before?" John smiled at 8-Ball's question. "Yeah, this is where I met Catalina." 8-Ball got a real pissed look on his face. "FUCK! You were going out with her?" John got a little frightened. "Y-yeah, why..." 8-Ball was thinking, then he snapped. "You met her on June 6,1999. I ain't no psychic either. She got some real nasty information on us. Damn, she almost crippled the mafia." John was pretty scared now. "Sorry. I didn't know..." 8-Ball eased alittle. "Just leave that detail out." John grinned, as they pulled up to Luigi's Sex Club 7.