A/N: I have to admit that I never thought this story would be this popular. Sorry it's been so long but I've been bogged down with college, as well as losing my GTA disk and having serious problems with my pc. I'll try to keep the updates coming thick and fast. Thanks. PS: thanks for the recommended reading, 'Six Stars' kicks ass!

Part 5: Liberty City: The Fuzz Ball

Jason gingerly strolled round the back of Luigi's. His 'stunt' with the Diablo's had apparently pissed him off big time. The heavy opened the door before he could knock. He looked down on Jason, eyes burning into him. Jason was ready to get out of there, to hide out and wait for the bridge to open, to kill this guy and run. But then Luigi came out. Jason was ready to make excuses.

His mind went blank when Luigi started shouting about a policeman's ball. Had he really forgotten so soon? Shaking off the shock, Jason started to listen, he needed to know what his job was today. "Now I got girls all over town walkin' the streets. Get 'em to the ball they'll make a bundle. Get as many as you can before they drink away their green." Luigi and his goon headed inside.

Jason looked at his watch, he figured he had around ten minutes to get the girls and he would need at least four. He ran to the front of the club, a Perennial was stopped at the lights. Jumping into the passenger seat, he forced the driver out the car and sped off. Screeching around the corner he recognised a girl from Luigi's club and stopped. She got in and he teared around the city, driving like a maniac. The girls pointed each other out, it made it easier for him.

The car filled quickly and he made a dash for the station, screeching to a halt outside the main door. The girls got out, that was three. Jason looked at his watch. There wasn't long left. He saw another girl and the car leapt over the grass, roads meant nothing at the moment. Finding himself on the other side of town, he finally filled the car again. Passing motorists shouted obscenities and swerved out the way. On Portland View, he only just missed a head on collision. Shaking it off he dropped more girls at the station. Then it rained. The pedestrians ran for cover while the ground get wetter.

Tearing through the city streets, he picked up another girl and headed for another. Realising the time, he slammed on the brake and swung the car around. By the time he reached the station, the doors were locked. The hooker left his car and immediately got into another. He sat there, outside the station, wondering who had the worst job.

It was much later in the day. The night started to draw in. He walked through the back streets and alleyways in the Red Light District. Then he found something. On the floor was a skull. Jason bent down to have a closer look. Picking it up, he found a note inside. "Kill 30 Diablos in 120 seconds". What the hell was this. Turning around, he saw a gun lying near a pile of boxes.

Compelled to pick it up, Jason walked onto the main street. No-one noticed him, or his gun. A Diablo was on the other side of the street. He looked at his watch, only 110 seconds left. Pulling the trigger, the gun erupted. The noised echoed through the street while bullet casings hit the floor. The Diablo fell to the ground. Turning, Jason saw three more head for him. He pulled the trigger again. The kickback forced his hand up and threw off his aim. The first lost a log. It just fell to the floor. The next lost an arm. Blood spurted over the other guy as they both fell to the floor. The third lost his head. It exploded, it didn't even hit the floor. Blood shot a metre high. Jason saw the pool of blood around the three. It started to run down the street.

Then whack. Something hit his head. A Diablo had crept up on him and used a bat. At point blank range, he didn't stand a chance. Jason headed down the hill. More Diablos. More bullets. More limbs hit the floor, separated from the bodies. The kill count was rising as the time was going down. As the bodies fell, bundles of money hit the floor. He ran over and grabbed them. His watch started to beep. The final ten seconds. Another group of Diablos was running towards him. The gun rained down on them. Only five went down. Then the gun choked. It was finally out of ammo. The timer stopped. It froze on three seconds. He had done it!

But the other Diablos were still coming for him. He dropped the gun and ran across the road. A taxi pulled in front of him. Ripping the driver out, he sped down the hill into Hepburn Heights, then back home.

Jason woke in a cold sweat. His head was thundering. It pounded and deafened him until he stood up. It was another day, so expect another mission, another job from the mob. His dream was started to cloud over. He remembered a killing spree. Dead Diablos on the floor, soaked by their own blood. "It was just a dream," he kept telling himself over and over again.

He opened the garage door. A taxi lay still before him. He hadn't driven a taxi the night before. In fact, the last time he drove a taxi was ... in his dream. He shook it off. He was mistaken. He had to be. He span the car out of the garage and headed for Joey's. As usual, he could hear Joey shouting and the noise from the mechanics before he opened the door.

There was no 'welcome', no 'hello', it was straight to business. Someone was pushing SPANK from a noodle hut in China Town. Joey started to calm down, his words became easier to understand. "That rat has sold his last stir fry. I want you to take him out!" He paused for a moments thought, "well remember, just watch your back in China Town, it's Triad territory." He fumbled in a draw and handed a small envelope to Jason, "here's the cash for this, and the thing with Luigi. He said his girls had a ball and made a mint!"

Jason left. Had everyone except himself forgotten about the incident outside Luigi's? He quickly found the noodle hut. Triads walked passed the car, they gave him dirty looks. This would end badly. The hut was in the centre of a pedestrianised block with pillars to stop cars. There was no way he would be able to get any closer. One of the blocked entrances gave him a clear line of sight to the target.

Stood in the hut, two Triad guards stood outside. They were expecting a direct assault on the dealer. Jason left the car and hid around the side of the building. Leaning out just enough, he aimed the pistol, "farewell Chunky Lee Chong." He fired. Chong fell to the floor. His outfit quickly soaked with blood. The people around scattered and hit the floor. The guards turned and ran for him. Jumping back into the taxi, he started it as the two guards ran infront of him.

Into drive and forward. The two flew up over the bonnet. Their mangled bodies lay on the floor as the taxi screeched around the corner onto the main road. Stopping at the last lights before home, Jason took out the envelope and counted the money. A total of $1300 for the two jobs.

Something ate away at him though. He knew that tensions between the mob and the Triads was reaching fever pitch. It wouldn't be long before he was fighting a war.