Chapter One- Party in Liberty
To any ordinary citizen, it might just be another ordinary night in Liberty. Unless you happen to live by Atlantic Quays. Yes, tonight a party is going down in the warehouse. Outside the warehouse are several vehicles of many types. There are at least three limos, several luxury Sentinels, several Kurumas, and one Patriot. On both sides of the doorway into the warehouse are to guards, in black tuxedoes which hide a bulletproof vest. Inside the warehouse is where the real action is. You would think that with a party hosted inside of an industrial building would be a rave, but that is not the case.
The warehouse is instead covered in traditional ballroom decor.
This surprises most of the people at the party, including Toni Palermo, who sits at a table in a corner of the warehouse. Toni, who is clad in a white tuxedo, eyes the spectacle around him. Women in party dresses, men in sport coats and tuxedos, waiters serving glasses of champagne to every attendee. All of this, just to satisfy the whims of a wealthy business man.
In contrast with the other partygo-ers, Toni is not very active. Even after one hour of attending the party, he has barely moved from his seat. His face shows that he is fully content. His simple mood would change in a few seconds.
A woman in an ice blue dress walks over to Toni's near vacant table. She pauses, turns to Toni in an angelic voice asks one question.
"May I sit here?"
Toni was in a state of temporary shock. "Huh? What? Oh, sorry ma'am. Yes, of course you may have a seat."
Toni jumped up and pulled a chair out for the woman.
"Wonderful party, don't you agree?" the woman asked.
"Yes, it is." Toni replied. At this moment Toni took a good look at the inquisitive woman. Her face reminded Toni of an angel, with golden hair and green eyes. She also filled out her dress quite nicely. Toni, then said possibly the most dumbest thing to say.
"I like your dress on you, however, I do think it would look better on my bedroom floor."
After completing possibly the most moronic pick up line ever, his face froze with a deer-in-the-headlights look. The lady too, was stunned at first. Her face then blushed.
"Don't you think you should ask of my name first?"
Toni stammered, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh...yuh..yuh Yeah."
"My name is Teresa, Teresa Fulton."
"Uh, my name is Toni Palermo..." Toni replied.
"Nice to meet you Toni. You know, this may go against my better judgement, maybe we should leave this party." Teresa said to a stunned Toni.
"Where will we go?" Toni realized he asked another dumbass question.
"Marco's bistro, were we can talk some more. I've taken a liking to you, Toni..." said Teresa.
Teresa got up out of her chair, extended her arm to Toni. Toni took her arm and escorted her out of the warehouse to her parked Sentinel. He didn't want to scare her by checking for a car bomb, but he realized she probably figured out he was a mobster by his Palermo name. It didn't matter. she got into the car, started the ignition and motioned for Toni to do the same. Toni opened the passenger door, stepped in and closed the door. Teresa then began to drive off towards St. Mark's.
To any ordinary citizen, it might just be another ordinary night in Liberty. Unless you happen to live by Atlantic Quays. Yes, tonight a party is going down in the warehouse. Outside the warehouse are several vehicles of many types. There are at least three limos, several luxury Sentinels, several Kurumas, and one Patriot. On both sides of the doorway into the warehouse are to guards, in black tuxedoes which hide a bulletproof vest. Inside the warehouse is where the real action is. You would think that with a party hosted inside of an industrial building would be a rave, but that is not the case.
The warehouse is instead covered in traditional ballroom decor.
This surprises most of the people at the party, including Toni Palermo, who sits at a table in a corner of the warehouse. Toni, who is clad in a white tuxedo, eyes the spectacle around him. Women in party dresses, men in sport coats and tuxedos, waiters serving glasses of champagne to every attendee. All of this, just to satisfy the whims of a wealthy business man.
In contrast with the other partygo-ers, Toni is not very active. Even after one hour of attending the party, he has barely moved from his seat. His face shows that he is fully content. His simple mood would change in a few seconds.
A woman in an ice blue dress walks over to Toni's near vacant table. She pauses, turns to Toni in an angelic voice asks one question.
"May I sit here?"
Toni was in a state of temporary shock. "Huh? What? Oh, sorry ma'am. Yes, of course you may have a seat."
Toni jumped up and pulled a chair out for the woman.
"Wonderful party, don't you agree?" the woman asked.
"Yes, it is." Toni replied. At this moment Toni took a good look at the inquisitive woman. Her face reminded Toni of an angel, with golden hair and green eyes. She also filled out her dress quite nicely. Toni, then said possibly the most dumbest thing to say.
"I like your dress on you, however, I do think it would look better on my bedroom floor."
After completing possibly the most moronic pick up line ever, his face froze with a deer-in-the-headlights look. The lady too, was stunned at first. Her face then blushed.
"Don't you think you should ask of my name first?"
Toni stammered, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh...yuh..yuh Yeah."
"My name is Teresa, Teresa Fulton."
"Uh, my name is Toni Palermo..." Toni replied.
"Nice to meet you Toni. You know, this may go against my better judgement, maybe we should leave this party." Teresa said to a stunned Toni.
"Where will we go?" Toni realized he asked another dumbass question.
"Marco's bistro, were we can talk some more. I've taken a liking to you, Toni..." said Teresa.
Teresa got up out of her chair, extended her arm to Toni. Toni took her arm and escorted her out of the warehouse to her parked Sentinel. He didn't want to scare her by checking for a car bomb, but he realized she probably figured out he was a mobster by his Palermo name. It didn't matter. she got into the car, started the ignition and motioned for Toni to do the same. Toni opened the passenger door, stepped in and closed the door. Teresa then began to drive off towards St. Mark's.