Just for the records, I don't own GTAIII. Can't wait for VC! Anyways.
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I opened the door to my room. Weapons were scattered everywhere. Maria picked up an M-16 and laid it somewhere else, where it wouldn't disturb. "You know how to clean weapons?" I said. "Yeah. I've had practice with the Leones' Family." I pointed to my weapons. "You want me to clean them?" I nodded. "No prob. Where you going?" "Find a job." I took the elevator back down and headed to the garage. I headed to my second garage. I opened t and picked up the hardtop for the Banshee. It was bullet-proof, and it helped protect me from any stray bullets. I put the hardtop on the Banshee and spent five minutes tightly securing it. I drove out the garage and closed it.
I headed to Staunton Island via the Shoreside Vale Bridge. As soon as I exited iff the bridge, I drove down the grass hill. I didn't give a damn. I could've taken the small paved way by the wall, but time is wasted. I slowed down on the red light. Just then I saw this guy smoking a cigarette, angrily muttering. Perfect opportunity. I lowered the right window. ". . . . . Lazlow, I swear to god, you bastard, if you hadn't cut me off. . . . ." Son of a bitch. The guy was Anthony Richards! Rich people always pay good. He might even pay more than that snob Donald Love. Anthony looked at me. "I need a ride." He said. I opened the door for him. "What's your name?" he asked. I didn't answer. "Not the talkin' type, huh? Good. I like you already. You heard me on the radio?" I nodded. "Good. Damn Joey. He's the new head of the Leones' Mafia. I'm willing to pay good money if you take down that bastard. Be careful, though, they might hear the gunshot. I'll provide you with a silenced sniper rifle. Get a good aiming place. As soon as you take him down, you get the hell out of there. Turn right." I switched gears and turned right.
"He'll be at Luigi's Club tomorrow at seven at night. He'll be getting out all tipsy at 10 at night. The moment you see him come out, you take him out. Take care of the rifle. It's a .44 caliber. Watch out for his guards though. Meet me where you met me today for the rifle tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. Stop here." He got out. I got a job.
I opened the door to my room. Weapons were scattered everywhere. Maria picked up an M-16 and laid it somewhere else, where it wouldn't disturb. "You know how to clean weapons?" I said. "Yeah. I've had practice with the Leones' Family." I pointed to my weapons. "You want me to clean them?" I nodded. "No prob. Where you going?" "Find a job." I took the elevator back down and headed to the garage. I headed to my second garage. I opened t and picked up the hardtop for the Banshee. It was bullet-proof, and it helped protect me from any stray bullets. I put the hardtop on the Banshee and spent five minutes tightly securing it. I drove out the garage and closed it.
I headed to Staunton Island via the Shoreside Vale Bridge. As soon as I exited iff the bridge, I drove down the grass hill. I didn't give a damn. I could've taken the small paved way by the wall, but time is wasted. I slowed down on the red light. Just then I saw this guy smoking a cigarette, angrily muttering. Perfect opportunity. I lowered the right window. ". . . . . Lazlow, I swear to god, you bastard, if you hadn't cut me off. . . . ." Son of a bitch. The guy was Anthony Richards! Rich people always pay good. He might even pay more than that snob Donald Love. Anthony looked at me. "I need a ride." He said. I opened the door for him. "What's your name?" he asked. I didn't answer. "Not the talkin' type, huh? Good. I like you already. You heard me on the radio?" I nodded. "Good. Damn Joey. He's the new head of the Leones' Mafia. I'm willing to pay good money if you take down that bastard. Be careful, though, they might hear the gunshot. I'll provide you with a silenced sniper rifle. Get a good aiming place. As soon as you take him down, you get the hell out of there. Turn right." I switched gears and turned right.
"He'll be at Luigi's Club tomorrow at seven at night. He'll be getting out all tipsy at 10 at night. The moment you see him come out, you take him out. Take care of the rifle. It's a .44 caliber. Watch out for his guards though. Meet me where you met me today for the rifle tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. Stop here." He got out. I got a job.