Chapter 1: After Hours
Liberty City: 1994
It was an especially dark night in Liberty City, no stars could be seen to light up the sky. Even the moon stayed hidden behind a mask of clouds only allowing small rays of light to hit the city. A black sentinel was slowly cruising into the Trenton area; it was one of the few cars still on the road at this time of night. The car was headed for the Portland docks where an exchange was to take place between the Macheti crime family and the Triads. The Leone's were tipped off in advance so Salvatore Leone sent his best man to do the job, Michael Garvano.
Michael had started working with the Leone's back when in '82 when he was 18 years old. With his mother dead and his father rarely around, he took to the streets at an early age. He found himself in juvenile hall time and time again to the point where it hardened him into a fearless, arrogant, street punk. At 18 years old he began doing jobs for local businesses that belonged to the Leones's. He did the "dirty work", as most people would call it. Sal took notice of his work and introduced him to an entirely new world of crime; a world where the price of making a mistake is your life. He no longer did his work for local storeowners; he now worked for the future Don himself, Salvatore Leone. Sal had not yet become Don, that wouldn't come until his father's death in '86. He was perhaps the only man Michael ever truly respected, he was like a father to him.
Today, thanks to Sal, Michael is a full grown man and even though he still holds the characteristics of being arrogant and fearless; he is no longer that street punk from before.
Michael approached the docks slowly and turned off the lights. He moved the car to a spot where it could remain unseen and stepped out of the vehicle.
Michael stood aboutsix feet tall and had a normal body frame. His hair was dark black and parted in the middle. He wore a black dress suit that gave him an impressive, well-groomed appearance.
Michael reached back inside the car and grabbed a suitcase off the passenger seat. He placed it on the ground and felt inside his coat pocket and pulled out a colt .45 and a silencer. He quickly screwed the silencer onto the pistol and picked up the suitcase with his free hand.
Michael hurried over to a group of crates and ducked behind them placing the suitcase and pistol onto the ground. He unsnapped the suitcase and started removing pieces of a PSG – 1 sniper rifle from it. The gun was nearly put together when one of the cars involved in the deal arrived. Four men from the Macheti family stepped out of the car, two of which were holding suitcases. Michael finished off the gun by adding a silencing barrel to the end, this job had to be done quietly.
Minutes after the first car had arrived, Michael noticed the second pulling up behind the first. Another four men came out of this car, but only one was holding a suitcase. These men were from the Triads and the exchange was about to begin. Michael slammed a cartridge into the bottom of the rifle and cocked it. The night air was getting colder causing a chill to run down Michael's back as he placed the gun atop the crate ready to fire. He collected himself and looked through the scope; the hunt was on.