Prologue
I spent many sleepless nights in jail thinking of how my life would be after I got out. Unknowingly to me so was the leading mob family in the city. In the days preceding my release I was informed through other inmates that I had to be at a meeting the day after I got out which I figured would pertain to my first "job" of many. Apparently my family had agreed that I was too dangerous and uncontrollable to continue residence in their turf. Instead of being forcefully removed I had persuaded them to let me continue occupation in the organization but run a new city, one that we had been thinking of advancing towards for a few years now. I suggested Liberty City, the city that never sleeps, millions of new customers for our "candy" distribution and hundreds of new corporations to join our protection ring. Amazingly enough the Family agreed with me. I was wary of leaving Vice City but I figured it was better than my other choice.
I set off towards Escobar International for late departure, mostly due to my security gate hold up, followed by a long flight in front of 2 kick happy little bastards. I stepped off of my plane into the infamous Liberty City, MY new city.
As I walked out of the connection tunnel into Francis International I wasn't surprised to see 4 armed security guards "patrolling" the area in front of my flight. I slowly strolled towards the baggage claim which was about 3 minutes from my gate. I noticed that the guards happened to be following me so I had to find it inside myself and act humane. I picked up my bag after a monotonous 3 minute wait and headed for the front door. Finally stepping outside into my new home. I was met by a barrage of beautiful new cars, each one passing all looking better than the prior. Within in minutes I was in a banshee and flying down the Shoreside Lift Bridge to meet up with a recently escaped convict whom I'll call 8-ball.
I spent many sleepless nights in jail thinking of how my life would be after I got out. Unknowingly to me so was the leading mob family in the city. In the days preceding my release I was informed through other inmates that I had to be at a meeting the day after I got out which I figured would pertain to my first "job" of many. Apparently my family had agreed that I was too dangerous and uncontrollable to continue residence in their turf. Instead of being forcefully removed I had persuaded them to let me continue occupation in the organization but run a new city, one that we had been thinking of advancing towards for a few years now. I suggested Liberty City, the city that never sleeps, millions of new customers for our "candy" distribution and hundreds of new corporations to join our protection ring. Amazingly enough the Family agreed with me. I was wary of leaving Vice City but I figured it was better than my other choice.
I set off towards Escobar International for late departure, mostly due to my security gate hold up, followed by a long flight in front of 2 kick happy little bastards. I stepped off of my plane into the infamous Liberty City, MY new city.
As I walked out of the connection tunnel into Francis International I wasn't surprised to see 4 armed security guards "patrolling" the area in front of my flight. I slowly strolled towards the baggage claim which was about 3 minutes from my gate. I noticed that the guards happened to be following me so I had to find it inside myself and act humane. I picked up my bag after a monotonous 3 minute wait and headed for the front door. Finally stepping outside into my new home. I was met by a barrage of beautiful new cars, each one passing all looking better than the prior. Within in minutes I was in a banshee and flying down the Shoreside Lift Bridge to meet up with a recently escaped convict whom I'll call 8-ball.