A/N: I've been having trouble with my copy of GTA3, (it all started with a dodgy mod and some corrupted files), but it's back now and I hope to keep the updates continuous. Thanks for the overwhelming support. Also, I've decided to change the way I do some of the writing from now on, you'll see what I mean, but I was afraid of over-repeating myself with certain parts.

Part 3: Liberty City: Drive Misty For Me

He was resolved now. The Callahan Bridge was set to take weeks before he could use it and he needed cash, and something to do to keep him from going insane. He sat in the car and watched as the door in the building before him opened. Misty walked out. He stared at her, switching the radio off. His meeting with Luigi came back to his mind.

He had used the back door again. Luigi was talking to the doorman, who was apparently called Mick. He was to pick up Misty from somewhere in Diablo territory, and take her to the Don's son, Joey, who had a garage in Trenton. Luigi had said, "this is your foot in the door, so keep your eyes on the road and off Misty!"

She eventually reached the car and sat next to him. "You workin regular for Luigi now huh? It's about time he got a driver we can trust!" Jason started the car and drove off, he noticed several Diablo's looking at him. This area would be out of bounds soon.

"So does Luigi have problems with drivers?" Jason had to say something, and he wanted to know why Luigi was so paranoid.

"You could say that," she looked out the window. "The last two guys tried it on with me. And one of 'em sold some 'secrets' to the Diablo's. You need to be careful, if he thinks you're up to something, he'll do to you what he did to them."

"And what was that?" Jason knew that he could survive anything Luigi had, especially when the bridge re-opened. But he didn't take on the mob just yet.

She fell silent and turned to look at him. "You don't wanna know."

The garage was in an awkward place. It was next to the road, but there was no link, short of driving over the grass, so he had to go out past the docks or round to the bridge to get there. They eventually pulled up and both entered the garage. Misty ran over to the mechanic, Joey.

Jason looked round at some of the tools on display while they talked. He was no mechanic, but he was sure that some of these devices were not for cars. He wondered if it was possible to be related to the mob, but have a completely legitimate business. Probably not.

Joey smacked Misty's ass as she ran into the back room. He walked over to Jason, shaking his hand. "You must be Jason, I'm Joey. Luigi said you were reliable so come back later, there might be some work in it for you, alright?" Jason just stood there. "Oh right, the money." He rummaged in his pocket before finding a wad of cash. "Here."

Jason thanked him and left, checking the money outside. $1000, he got more for driving Misty a few feet! His car had already been stolen. Nothing was safe in Liberty City. As he crossed the road, the payphone began to ring. Checking his watch it was midday. People walked past him. He answered the phone.

The man on the other end was ranting. He was meeting his bank manager, "he's a crooked bastard that keeps bumping up our loan repayments so he can cut a slice. Take my car, pick him up and bring him back here, I've got a little surprise for that blood sucking leech!" The guy owned the Bitchin' Dog Food factory, next to where Jason stood. The gates opened as he approached and found the car, a green Perennial, in the back corner.

Passing the bridge as he headed for the manager, he noted the builders leaving the bridge. It wasn't even 5pm, the bridge would never get finished! The bank manager was stood outside his office. Jason sped the car across the road. The guy got in, Jason screeched around a U-turn before he could close the door. "Mr Chonks sent you did he. Let's go and pay the fellow a visit."

The sun started to shine and reflect on the passing cars as Jason sped back out to the factory. The gates opened as he pulled up. Parking the car outside the main office, the bank manager got out and headed inside. Jason sat in the car waiting, trying not to listen to what was going on inside. "Get your hands off me arse!" Then silence. A man came out of the office, he was covered in blood and handed Jason an envelope before returning to the building.

Inside was a note, telling him to take the car to the crusher in Harwood. There was also $1000 cash for his trouble. He was fast becoming an expensive taxi. The crusher was easy to get to, once he past the docks, it was a straight, and therefore fast, run across town. The crusher itself was simple, park the car and get out. Before Jason could slam the door, the crane already had the car a foot in the air.

He walked away, back up the hill and only heard the painful cries of the car as it was turned into a small cube of metal. He walked to the auto yard. There were several cars before the empty showroom. He smashed the window of a Perennial and hotwired it. The alarm sounded as he stormed into reverse, smashing through the showroom. He got out to find his real prise.

A Banshee stood before him. This one had the keys under the visor and no alarm. A thick fog had set in. No-one saw him leave with the sports car, heading for home.