It was still early morning in the city of Las Venturas, but Jason was already driving on his way to the airport to catch his flight, to depart at 7:30.

He hadn't packed too much, just some cash and clothing, and he didn't want to chance getting caught by the security, so he left his weapons back. There probably would be an AmmuNation in Liberty anyway, if not two or three.

As he drove, Jason thought about what he should do as soon as he first got to Liberty. Get stocked up a bit, perhaps, and then go looking about for some extra information. He took out the map of Liberty City that Suzie had given him, and he studied the marked areas of the gang territories, especially in Portland. He noticed that the Triads had been squeezed back along with the Diablos, and the Forelli's barely had any turf left. Much of the territory taken in Portland was to the Leone Mafia, except the Follenis seemed to occupy most of Harwood, and were squeezing their way into the Hepburn Heights.

Eventually, he arrived at the airport, and purchased himself some breakfast at Cluckin' Bell before he got himself ready for his flight, checking all his things in. He had kept some clean clothes, including the Hawaiian t-shirt that Tommy had given him as well. Finally, he walked slowly onto the AT-400, remembering with quite some uneasiness, what had happened the last time he had been on a plane. He settled down onto a seat, and decided to go to sleep, as it would be quite a long flight, as he bet the pilots wouldn't be as audacious and didn't fly as fast as CJ could.

He watched a bit of the blockbuster between the Packers and Rams, shown on the newly-developed in-flight TV screens, and listened to a bit of K-DST, before it completely shut out. Finally, he decided to go to sleep, and eventually get woken up by somebody sooner or later.

He eventually came to be, about one hour out from the touchdown at Francis International Airport. It was getting a bit dark, so Jason decided to get himself booked in at a hotel in Portland, then get some dinner, before settling into an early bed, and then to look for some evidence tomorrow perhaps.

The flight touched down at nearly 6:00, and after exiting the plane and gathering up his small briefcase, he hailed a taxi to drive him to any decent hotel in Portland. When the cabbie pulled up to a hotel, Jason got out, paid the money, and he went in and booked a room for a couple of nights. Then, he decided to pay his old apartment a visit, and perhaps drive his car back.

After a few minutes of walking, he reached Chinatown, and his old apartment, which was run-down a bit, but still was fine for living. He still had the keys for his old Admiral as well. Not too bad. He jammed the keys into the ignition, and with a twist of the keys, the engine went into a life, and Jason settled himself against the comfortable leather seats. He drove over to AmmuNation on Portland, and he headed inside with his cash.

"A pistol, a silencer, and a Micro-SMG." Jason told the clerk.

"Okay, with your total of 10 discount for two additional purchases, $350, thanks. Also, take part in our AmmuNation Challenge. It's starting in half an hour. Between three people, target shooting. Winner gets $1000 and ammunition from a choice of Pistol, Micro-SMG, Shotgun, or AK-47," the clerk replied.

"All right, I'll wait for the start. Here's the money." Jason replied, counting notes and handing the cash to the clerk.

He went into the rifle range in the back of AmmuNation, and he took a few practice shots at the target, and felt reasonably comfortable. This could set him up very nicely, but he bet that he would need plenty of skill to win.

Finally, the two other contestants popped up, and the AmmuNation Weapons Challenge began. The first two rounds involved shooting up three targets the fastest. The final round was to see which contestant got 20 points first. Whoever won the most rounds overall, from Pistol all the way to AK-47 won everything.

"Aim, 3, 2, 1, Fire!" called the clerk.

Jason quickly flipped back the hammer and concentrated carefully on his target. Bang. A piece of the target toppled down. Lightened by his decent start, he fired another three shots in quick succession, and he quickly took down his first target. The second one went down as well, before the clip went empty. Cursing, Jason inserted a new clip, and fired upon the third one again, shooting the last one just as one of the others began shooting at his second-last piece of the third target.

He eased through the rest of the pistol challenges, and he won the Micro-SMG challenges, apart from one. But it was the shotgun challenge that he really hated. He still didn't like the large recoil of the pump-action gun, and he didn't seem to be good at aiming and destroying the targets either. He didn't win a single shotgun challenge, but he still had won five rounds in total, as compared to three rounds for one of them, and the single round for the other.

But in the AK-47 round, he completed dominated, once again, winning all three rounds with ruthless abandon.

"Well done, mister. Here's your cash, and your ammunition: what would you like?" asked the clerk afterwards.

"Some MicroSMG ammo, then."

Jason was handed a small case with the cash lined up, and a few clips were placed in there as well. He bid goodnight to the clerk, and he headed back to his house to store his weaponry, before he drove off into Portland for a late dinner, and hopefully, a warm nap afterwards, knowing just a single thing:

His Liberty City comeback had only just begun.