A/N: I want to thank everyone for the response to the first chapter. I never thought it would be so good. But I've finally found some time to do some more. Oh, and I've also given him a name now, not great but I want to make it clear that he isn't supposed to part of any of this. Please R&R.

Part 2: Liberty City: Don't Spank Ma Bitch Up

He woke. The clock told him that it was almost three pm. Several hours had passed. He didn't know what to do now, he needed to get over to Staunton Island, but with the bridge and tunnel out, he would have to take a boat. Getting back in the car, he spun around and looked for cops, he needed to go left, the road would only let him go right.

There were no signs of life. No people. Nothing. He rushed forward, over the verge, as a cab came screaming to a halt behind him. Ignoring the blasting horn, he drove down the outer road. Lights always turned red as he reached them. The cab pulled up next to him, the driver was red faced, screaming at him. The lights went green and he drove off. The next set turned red. The cab pulled up again, the driver shouting.

That was enough. He had had enough, jumping out of the car he ran over to the cab, and dragged the driver out of the cab through the window. "Shut the fuck up!" was enough to silence the cab driver, who eventually crawled back into the cab and took a left, to get away.

Meanwhile he got back in the car and drove forward. The time he had spent on the cab driver meant that all the lights were green. He drove under the bridge and turned right into the tunnel and out to Callahan Point. There were no boats. Fog clouded his view of the island, completely separated, he examined the bridge. The centre had collapsed into the water. The gap was too far to jump, he knew that. Flashing lights signalled the start of the repair work, it would take weeks to finish.

He got back in the car and left the tunnel. There was no way that he could head left without the cops catching him. Greasy Joe's cafe was on the corner, he headed inside for something to eat. Sat in the corner of the diner, he watched as truckers came and went and counted as three fights took place. Glancing down at his watch, he saw the time, almost seven pm. It was time to leave. But he needed money, he would have to go back to Luigi, back to the mafia and a whole host of trouble.

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The tradesman's entrance to Luigi's was dark and dank. Water dropped from overhead pipes. This was a horrible corner of the worst part of the Red Light District. He banged on the door. The same hired nobody came out. "Luigi said, to give you this," he handed him a letter. "What's your name?"

He stopped. Did he want the mafia to know his name whilst he was trapped on the island? "Jason." He left the hovel and headed for the car, seeing a baseball bat propped up on the car. He picked it up and sat inside to read the note. It was a rant by Luigi. Someone was giving his girls a new drug, SPANK, and he had to 'introduce a bat to his face'.

There had better be some money for this. He didn't need to get caught for some petty car theft and assault. Before long, he found himself at Portland docks. Pulling off the road, he was able to watch the target. He was talking to two hookers with his car, a pink Stallion, waiting beside them.

Jason was in too deep to quit now, he'd have to do this guy or someone will introduce a bat to his face! Revving the car, he let down the handbrake and rushed forward. The target looked up at the last second, too late to move. The hookers dived out the way as Jason pulled on the brake and swung the back of the car into the dealer.

Jason stepped out, bat in hand. The dealer stood up and tried to walk, his leg was broken and he could only hobble. He pulled out a gun as Jason connected the bat to his head. The guy fell. Blood began to pool around him. Jason let loose, the bat fell to the floor and he used his fists to beat the dealer.

The hookers ran screaming. Four men walked by, then stopped to see the commotion. They ran forward. Jason jumped into the car. The keys were left in the ignition. The radio jumped into life, the noise was unbearable, he went to hit it, but held back. Luigi needed this car in one piece. He sped past the men gathering around the dealer.

As he reached Red Light, he saw an ambulance speed past. Looks like the guy would live, just about. But there was no way the cops would find him. His car was already at the Pay & Spray in Red Light. He flicked on the radio to Chatterbox. Some woman complaining about video games. He needed to hear news about the bridge.

Backing out of the garage and turning into Portland View, he killed the radio and looked out for Luigi's lockup. Exactly opposite the hospital he saw the lockup and a guy waiting outside. He pulled up to the guy. "You Jason?" he nodded, "park the car in there," he pointed to the open garage. Jason left the car, "here," he handed Jason an envelope, "Luigi says to come back, he has more work for you."

The guy turned and entered the garage, closing the door behind him. Jason looked in the envelope, $4000, that would do for a while. An Esperanto drove by slowly, he ripped the door open, pulling the guy out and jumped inside, heading for Eddie's. This was the start of something big, and he knew it.