-1"It was supposed to be my last job. After this I would have enough money to quit, live my own life. But things happen. Things you don't expect. Because no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, this life is still unpredictable..."
1994, San Fierro, San Andreas
"Hello passengers this is your captain speaking, we are now preparing to land at San Fierro, so if you all please buckle your safety belts and stay seated, it would be greatly appreciated." The speaker cut off leaving all the passengers struggling to find their belts. The rain pelt down on the plane and the occasional lighting flash startled young children. About a fourth of the way from the front of the plane sat a young Asian woman, in her mid twenties, looking out the window. She had long black hair parted over at one side and wore a long brown trench coat. Under it was a pair of black leather pants and a black long sleeved shirt. She gazed out the window as they passed over the last parts of the desert of Las Ventura's and began aligning with the runway. Next to her, a small child was crying in a frenzy from the storm and was kicking the seats and screaming. "I want off! I want off! I WANT OFF!" The Asian woman bit her lip and tried to focus on the window. "LET ME OFF-" The kid was cut off by the Asian woman. She had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close to her face. "Listen, if you don't shut up, ill get you off the plane, ill throw you out the goddamn window! Now shut the fuck up!" she said as she threw him back into his seat. The kid's eyes watered and his lip twitched horribly, but he didn't say another word.
"S'cuse me" a woman, presumably the mother, got up reached for the Asian. "Jus' who duh you thunk you re'" she asked as she held the Asian up by her collar. "You know, I hate rednecks." the Asian said. In one swift movement she kneed the woman in the stomach and elbowed her in the back, knocking her to the ground. She held up a hand to hit her again when someone unseen stopped her. "Freeze!" came another hick voice. She looked up into the barrel of a Python magnum. The holder looked to be the sheriff of some town. "Looks like I got me a catch this time." he said as he cuffed her and holstered the gun. After the plane landed she was escorted off and put into the back of a squad car, probably called in by the sheriff. Holding her wrist with one hand, the sheriff slid his hand around the jacket and groped at her ass. She jumped in surprise and stopped. "Keep movin now." the sheriff said. She ground her teeth together and stepped forward into the squad car, which turned out to be more like Police bronco. It sat high off the ground and as she was stepping into the back, the sheriff ran his hand up in between her legs. "Here, figured you could use some help." he chuckled to himself. In the blink of an eye she back kicked him right in the nose. She jumped off the Bronco and looked around for an exit as the sheriff stumbled backwards. She ran around to the other side of the bronco, right into the arms of whom she presumed to be, the deputy. "Naw naw, where you' a goin?" He smiled as he held her. He was missing almost all of his teeth and had one lazy eye. "You little bitch!" the sheriff came around the corner. He walked right up to her punched her in the face. She rolled her head back and looked right at him. She had a small cut on her right cheek. "Your a feisty one. But so were all the others. So don't think your special." he said as he ran his hands up her waist and began fondling her breast. "Sheriff, we nee get outta here, peoples can see us." the deputy butted in. "Put her in the truck"
The guard flashed his badge at the airport operator and he opened the gate for them. "Ya know, your gonna have a real good time," the sheriff said. She sat still and looked out the window. "Oh come on now, don't be mad. Wont ya tell us where you from." She said nothing. They pulled out onto the main road. The rain was really pouring now and the only things visible were the headlights on the opposite side of the road. "What's your name?" the sheriff asked. She said nothing still and gazed out the window. "WHATS YOUR GODDAMN NAME!" he screamed. She sat there for a second and looked into his fiery eyes in the rear view mirror. "Jen. Jen Rinshima." She said, and then smiled sarcastically at him. "See there ya go, you have a softer side naw dont'cha" the sheriff replied.
"Well you know Jen, we're gonna kill you." he said still smiling. Her eyes shifted. She looked at her surroundings. She pulled up both hands and began kicking at the window. The entire time she was working on dislocating her thumb and puling it out of the handcuffs. A small crack appeared on the window. The entire time the two up from were screaming at her. She felt the car speed up. She mustered up all her remaining strength and gave one last kick and shattered the window.
She pulled half of herself out into the blistering rain. The rain was hitting her at around 80 miles per hour and stung making it hard to see. She covered her face and peered ahead. Suddenly she felt the car lift and began rotating. They were hydro planning. She got out on to the side and as soon as the car began tipping she jumped. Everything next happened very fast. The adrenaline rush began hitting her. It was as if everything went deaf. She felt her body flying through the air. Ahead of her she saw the police bronco slid into on coming traffic and get t-boned by a small sports car.
The bronco hurled into the air doing many flips before landing and sliding to a stop up against the guardrail. She felt her self lowering. The ground came closer. And finally her feet hit. Immediately she covered her face with her arms and her entire body went rag doll and her body crumpled up into a ball as she began to roll down the hard cement. She slid across the wet asphalt to a stop against a tree. She slowly tried to inhale and then let out a painful groan. She stood up slowly, knees buckling.
Looking around she saw the wreckage of the bronco. It was totaled and upside down. Slowly, from under the truck, came the sheriff pulling himself out, bloody and ragged. "Bitch..." he tried to call out but came out little more than a whisper. Jen was suddenly startled by a car horn. She turned around to see a cab. She walked up to the window. It rolled down slightly. "Off duty." he said. "Here! On duty! Take me to the Johnson's Club down by the bridge." she said as she threw in a roll of twenties. "He looked from her to the money and back. "Get in." The cab slowly went past the wreckage. The sheriff was still looking around madly as she ducked down in the backseat.
Soon the cab rolled to a stop in the parking lot. "Thanks." she said as she got out and he drove off. She looked at herself. The cut under her right eye, her coat was torn badly, she had a large cut across her stomach. She tried to straighten up her hair a bit but it was no use, the rain kept it hanging heavily down. She walked up to the door. Two years earlier the club had been known as "Jizzys" but not too long ago, the Johnson family took it over. Two big bouncers stood there. "Can we help you?" one asked. "I'm Jen, here to see Carl." she said. "Right this way." he said and led her threw a series of multi colored rooms with drunken men and women swaying about. Eventually they came to the back of the club, where three men sat. One, very fine dressed man in a nice suit who looked Italian, the other wearing baggy jeans and a black jacket and a shaved head with a small beard, and the last, a fine tuxedo dressed Asian man wearing black sunglasses. "Look, Mr. Johnson, I don't put up with no shit, ok?" One of the men said. He had a strong Italian accent. "Mr. Vercetti, we've had a truce for what, a year and a half now. None of my guys are stupid enough to go after anyone of yours, and likewise for yours." Carl said. "Then why don't you tell me why I'm findin my boys strung up on light poles all over San Fierro!" Tommy Vercetti shouted. "Look here Mr. Vercetti, Iv been find my boys strung up in Los Santos! Wanna tell me who did that!" Carl said as both men stood up and get in each other's face. "Ill tell you whose doing it." the third man piped in. "Someone is trying to screw the system up. They're wanting us to do this, you guys aren't the only ones getting hit. My casinos are being threatened, and IV been finding some of my own killed in Las Venturas. Now we've had this agreement. CJ, you've got Los Santos covered, Tommy, when you came here, we were nice enough to let you and yours stay as long you paid your dues every month, which you have done. And I, Woozie, have kept Las Venturas under check. Someone is trying to mess this up. They are killing our people in our names." Woozie said. "Yea, see, Woozies right." CJ said as he backed down.
Cj glanced over at Jen. "And here's our problem solver right here." he said. "What, some fucking girl gonna do your job?" Tommy said. "This girl could cut your throat while you were staring right at her, and you still wouldn't see it." CJ said. "Jen is the best hitman you could get." That's hit woman." Jen said as she smiled. "Looks like you ran into a little trouble getting here." Woozie said staring towards here cuts. "How did you know..." CJ began. "She's had an increased heart rate since she got here." Woozie said. "I'm fine." Jen said. "Well, you've heard what's happening." Cj said. "I'm a assassin. Not a detective. What do you want me to do?" she asked. "We got a idea who this might be trying to screw with us. Here." CJ handed her a picture. In it was an aging portly man, and next to him was a man who resembled Hugh Jackman slightly. He had slightly heavy five o'clock shadow and was around 6 feet 2'. "The one on the right is Salvatore Leone. The one next to him is named Alex. He's a hit man, like you, and he works for the mafia. Salvatore. Unfortunately, Salvatore isn't too fond any of us. We think it most likely him and his mafia grunts. No offense." Cj said. "None taken." Tommy replied sarcastically. "This Alex is in town right now we've found out. At the moment he's at the Glurge Club in downtown San Fierro. Go there. Kill him. Bring proof." Woozie said. "And my payment?" Jen asked. Cj picked up a suitcase and laid it on the table. He opened it revealing clean-cut hundred dollar bills. "Two hundred fifty G's now. Two fidy later." Cj said. She smiled. "Done. Ill be back in two hours tops." she said. "Here." Woozie tossed her a small silenced pistol. "Good luck."