Leon Kennedy drove quietly through Shoreside. It was around seven am. There was a call for a homicide at an apartment in Saint Marks, Portland. He brought a boom box, because LCPD doesn't allow radios to be installed in their squad cars. The ride was relatively calm, all the way from Pike Creek, to the Callahan Bridge, which has been destroyed eight times since 1978. At this time, driving across that bridge practically meant risking your life.

The boom box was blasting, "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers, on Head Radio. Leon sang along as he neared Saint Marks, heading uphill, under the L train.

"I've got potential just rushin' a rushin' aroooouuunnnnd!" He screamed. Leon took a quick drink of his Sprunk.

"This is Michael Hunt, still on the radio! You can't get rid of me! Coming up next is Simple Plan! On Head Radio."

Leon yawned as he drove to the apartment, listening to ridiculous radio commercials while driving up the sloped road. As he got out, a Taxi sped past him, nearly hitting him. Leon fell back and spilled his soda all over himself. "The hell?" He screamed at the Taxi, waving his fist at it as it disappeared down the hill.

"HAHA! You peed you pants!" A bum said, walking by.

Leon ignored him, and started drying himself off with some paper towels he had in his glove compartment. The sound of the train rang loud as it passed by, catching Leon's attention.

Two black suites walked by as Leon was cleaning himself off in the passenger seat.

"So, we're gonna kick some ass tomorrow. Down in Harwood, that fuckin construction is going to be history."

"I know, Steve! Quit bragging, just because Leo chose you doesn't mean you better than me!"

"You wanna come over for dinner? Real good meat sauce, like blood."

They walked out of hearing distance. Leon stared at them for a while. JCF? That's odd. I gotta remember to tell Payne and Pierce. He got out, and went into the apartment.

The rest of his day passed slowly, as he took care of his work, and when it finally ended at four thirty, he was ready to head home and crash. He retrieved his car at the precinct, and drove to his apartment in Staunton Island.

He slept on the couch with the TV on, and readied himself for tomorrow, repeating his day-to-day pattern of work, eat sleep, work etc. Leon didn't have anything better to do. His days consisted of basically going to work, eating out in town or home, possibly watching a movie, then going to bed.

He had a girlfriend, but was recently dumped because he was "to linear" One of these days he planned to move to wonderful Carcer City, where the crime rate isn't half is bad as Liberty's.

He awoke in his sleep by a gunshot. He was still drowsy, but he got up and wondered around his small apartment, looking for his watch after he practically fell over a few times. After the brief five minutes of searching, he gave up, and just checked on his computer. Note to self: Buy a clock. he wrote on a sticky note.

It was almost eleven o'clock. He was tried, could barely keep his eyes open, but for some reason he couldn't get back to sleep. He decided to get his stuff ready for work. As he checked his clothes, the thought popped in his head about that gang thing he heard earlier. Leon had lost Max's phone number days ago, so he decided to call Pierce. He ran over to his bedroom, and hopped over the bed, as if in an action movie, and he was being fired at.

He dialed his number. After it rang three times, Pierce picked up, sounding drowsy, "What?"

"Pierce, is Leon."

"Leon… my man, what up?" He sounded drowsy.

"I was in Portland doing my thing, you know, and I overheard two JCF's talking smack to each other, about a fight in Harwood, at the construction sight."

"Really dawg? Thanks, I'll tell Max. We'll give it a looksey."

"Okay, I' gotta go, sorry if I woke you."

"No problem man."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Leon hung up the phone. He finished getting ready for work, and ate a bowl of cereal. He then headed back to the bed, and 'crashed.' This time he slept like a baby.

He awoke to his annoying alarm clock. His hand automatically launched it across the room, creating an ear shattering boom against the wall. A few pictures fell of the wall, but the alarm stopped. He groaned as he got up. It was time to go back to work already? That went by quick.

In a matter of a few minutes, he was ready to go. It didn't take Leon long to get ready, he mostly fixes his hair, brushes his teeth, and eats breakfast at the precinct.

Leon found himself at the desk of his computer, after eleven a.m. typing up a report on the homicide. Leon was not generally good with words, his first line read "This case is a homicide, a man died but a gun."

He looked at his writing an laughed, "God I suck!" he said enthusiastically. A hot officer named Jennifer walked by. Leon stuck his hand out and snapped, "Jennifer over hear."

She gave him a hug as she usually does, but then Leon asked, "So, uh, you wasn't another fifty bucks?"

"Umm…. Sure, I could use a new haircut." She responded, a smile on her face. He handed her the evidence files, and she went to work. It was as if she were racing to type, the keys seemed to be pressed none stop, one continuous sound of key chattering.

Meanwhile, Leon went to the bathroom with his briefcase and brushed his teeth, took care of his shaving, hair, etc.

By the time he came out, a few minutes passed. Jennifer handed him a file, with a smile on her face. Leon replied to her with a smile, she walked off. He returned to his desk, in a good mood. This was going to be great day.

"Kennedy!" A voice shouted out. Ah crap! Leon thought. "Kennedy! My office! Now!" Leon walked over to a door, through the glass, Phil sat in his chair, taking a bite of his hamburger.

As he entered, the ground shifted under him. Cups fell of desks, computers shook, hanging lights swayed, people all over lost their balance. Leon lost his footing during this, and fell to the ground, landing hard on his right arm. A painting above him fell off the wall.

People screamed in the background, some were rushing under doorways, while others hid under their desks. Leon took cover under the doorway to Phil's office, as Phil did too. Within a few more seconds, the shaking was over.

Phones rang hectically. People were running all around the station, each concentrating on something different.

"Holy shit." Leon commented, closing the door.

"Earthquake?" Phil said, "That was pretty strong, knocked my computer off my desk. At least it is still on."

"What did you want sir."

"Well."

"I swear, I wrote it."

Phil raised a brow. "Okay, I um, was just going to tell you that you have been transferred."

Leon was awe-struck. "What? Why?"

"Because LSPD has lost eight detectives in the last four days."

"Los Santos? No way, not San An!"

"You know you have to go." People were rushing around behind them, visible through the window. Another loud bang startled the two, shaking the building vigorously.

Leon looked down at the floor. Him mind flourishing with thoughts. He decided to drop it all. His old friend might still live in Los Santos, maybe he could bunk with him. Leon looked back up, a sort of evil look in his eye, a signal about what he was going through. Leon didn't need this, he loved Liberty, and if he wanted to go anywhere, it would be Carcer City. DAMN IT! He thought

"Goodbye. I'll be back for everything else." Leon stated.

Leon left, out to his car, he walked with rage in his steps, he was almost stomping.

He drove through the forsaken part of Liberty City, Shoreside Vale, in which cars were wrecked everywhere, trash dotted the city. A few buildings were leaning, they looked ready to collapse, others were broken in to, the windows busted out, cars crashed into them, some on fire. The sky was completely grey, with smoke, or maybe dust. He turned on the radio, to see what was going on.

"Hi, I'm DJ Michael Hunt, and you're listening to Head Radio. Here now, I am required to inform you on the news, so here is Dwayne Lyte with the news." There was a quick sound of cluttering over the radio.

"Hi, I'm Dwayne Lyte, and I am here to inform you about the earthquake, a 7.3 on the Richter scale, about 83 miles off the coast of Liberty, A Tsunami warning is in effect. If you are not in the 'safe zone' please follow the police units out of the area in an orderly fashion. On-" Leon turned it off.

"Holy SHIT!" Leon couldn't stop himself from shouting. He stopped the car and got out, to take a better look. In front of him he was staring at an amazing sight. A sight not only of sight and sound, but of mind. His mind was going crazy. How could an earthquake do that? But mainly the words: Oh My God.

Not able to drive any further because of the enormous amount of pedestrians, he walked a ways, until he came to the front of the Shoreside Lift bridge, at the ramp. Leon stared into the tunnel, down into it a bit. Cement was spread around loosely, which made Leon slip a bit. By the time he got down deep enough, he came to dead end. Water, the tunnel was filled with water.

Random pieces of trash, cups, a car door, and about three bodies floated around in the unlit navy blue water. Leon covered his mouth, he was almost about to vomit. He stumbled a bit, while trying to get out of the tunnel. He made a mad dash for his car. His heart jumped as he lost his footing and plowed straight into the ground, over a bunch of glass.

After laying for a second or two, he spit dust out of his mouth, and punched the ground with his fists, "Damn it!" Leon stood up, and dusted himself off. A slight amount of pain drew from his face. He must have gotten cut by the glass.

He walked from there on, passing by people every two seconds, sirens rang in the background, this was a big tragedy. Bigger than almost any of Liberty's others. Leon was pushed, him being in a angry state, he turned around, drawing his fist. Not seeing who it was he put all of his force into the punch.

It stopped, up against his hand. Leon realized who it was, standing in front of him, covered in dust, and what looked like a gunshot wound to the left of his ribs, maybe it was a scratch. The man stood tall, strong, and was holding a pump action shotgun.

"M-Max." said Leon.

"Take me to the station. Now." He ordered, looking Leon in the eye.

Leon nodded, they got into his car and drove that way.

Leon desperately wanted to ask Max what happened., but he was to afraid. Max looked pissed off, anger in his eyes. Why does he have to be like this? Leon thought.

Looking over at Max, it looked like he had a frown on his face. God, I wonder what happened. It that a gunshot? Hmm…

Leon pulled up to the station, after that short ride. Max got out of the car aggressively, Leon followed him inside.

Time stopped for a second.

A loud explosion made everyone around the area gasp, Leon felt the heat behind him and dived to the ground. Max shouted "Everyone DOWN!" as he too, dived to the ground, aiming his shotgun at the fire. Behind them.

A car had flames bearing ten feet in the sky. That was what exploded. Max studied the area, that parking lot was reserved… Max was shocked, Oh my god, That was-