DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grand Theft Auto or anything in relation to it.
Here was the perfect opportunity. Should he take it and risk getting caught or should he live knowing that this man was still out there, taking from other people what he took from him? He knew what it was like in the slammer. He had been there for 7 years, wasting away while screaming about how this man, whom he could kill with one small movement of his finger, had betrayed him like he had so many others in the past. Screaming that he would get him back.
The sweat on his brow was not from the heat. It was only 53 degrees in this place. Liberty City, the home of gangs, the Mafia, and cold-blooded killers. Like Corey Hughes.
Here was the perfect shot. Sights in the perfect position. His finger started to close on the trigger. SMACK! It felt as if somebody had hit him with the butt of a shotgun. "Probably did..." was his last thought as he looked around at the blurry shapes of the skyscrapers and citizens of Liberty as he fell from the roof of the AMMU- NATION onto the street below, his M-16 alongside him....