The clock said it was three-o-five in the morning. Gabe said he would be up and ready to help Greg move in. When the came up to Las Venturas, Greg and Jerry were shocked, as the city seemed as busy as it would be during the day. The lights brightly lit up the sky, turning the purple darkness to orange lights. As they drove the strip, cars were parked all the way down it. Las Venturas had really grown it's population from back in 1992. The headed up north to Prickle Pine, where Gabe lived. They followed the strip and turned left to cross over Julius Way Through North, then headed west towards prickle Pine.
After spending around thirty minutes driving around, they spotted Gabe standing outside of his large house in an expensive looking robe, in the southwestern corner of Prickle Pine. His house was large and beautiful, definitely higher class. Jerry and Greg pulled up in the driveway. The garage door opened and they drove in, parking the car next to Gabe's black Buffalo with gold trim, which was also next to his orange Euros with blue Vinyl's on the sides.
They got Greg's baggage and walked up to Gabe. "It's nice to see you again, Greg. And you too Jerry. You're welcome to stay here tonight if you want, Jerry."
"Sure, yeah, okay." Jerry replied, "Thanks man."
"No problem guys."
"I'm sorry about waking you up in the middle of the night dude, but thanks, I really appreciate this." Greg spoke.
"It's no problem guys, I'm always willing to help a friends out." Greg smiled, he and Jerry brought his stuff inside.
The house was large, an expensive looking rug lead the way upstairs, and down the hall. The walls were neatly decorated, it looked like a celebrity's house.
Gabe entered after them. "This is a really, really nice place you got here Gabe." said Greg.
"Yeah," Gabe leaned up against a wall, "I guess being an architect for Donald Love really pays off, huh?"
"Fuck yeah." Jerry blurted. Gabe laughed.
"So, uh, Greg, you can stay upstairs in the extra room, Jerry, you can stay with him in that room for tonight. Oh, and by the way, if you see a black guy, he's my landlord, his names CJ, he come in whenever he wants, he a real good friend of mine, so… just to let you know." Gabe explained.
Greg shook his head, "I know him, he and my gang are neutral.
"Gangs?"
"Never mind."
After they got settled in, everyone went to bed. Greg was sleeping on a queen size bed with silky sheets and pillows. It was the most comfortable he had ever been, and it was a real change from home. Jerry was in a recliner in front of the TV in the same room, with a blanket and pillow that Gabe supplied him with. As Greg laid in the comfortable bed, he couldn't help but think about what he had gotten himself into. He was an idiot. But it's not like he could go back and change what happened, but if he could he would. He finally made his mind up that he would call Nina tomorrow and let her know he was okay, and maybe invite her up. He then drifted off to sleep very easily in the comfortable bed.
The next morning Greg awoke in a short blur. After he got his focus, he noticed that Jerry was gone, and the light shining through the blinds was giving the room a light blue tone. He got up and looked around, no sign of Jerry. He got some clothes on and started to walk towards his door, where he found a note that read: Greg, I have gone to work and I should be home for lunch at about three thirty. Jerry has already left for home. Until then, you are home alone, so have some fun and make yourself comfortable. I think CJ is going to drop by to borrow my Playstation 3 though, so expect him. Till later man- Gabe P.
After reading the note, Greg walked out the door and slid down the railing. At the bottom he hopped off and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen looked like it had just been redone, bluish white tiling, the counters were white, with black marble. The dining tale was glass, and the chairs were a shade of white. After examining the room, he went on a search for something to eat, while pouring himslef a cup of hot coffee. After searching every drawer, he found a bowl, and a box of 'Foxtails' a new cereal that looked appetizing.
He fixed himself the bowl of cereal, which was cinnamon tasting, and very delicious. After he ate, he put the bowl into the dishwasher, and walked into the living room, to watch TV. He found an interesting show about a hidden sex mini-game in a famous game title.
After relaxing for a few hours, he took a shower and picked up a phone. He dialed Nina's number:
"H-hello?" someone answered.
"Mr. Wood? Is Nina there?"
"No-no stop! I'm trying to talk on the phone Midge. I-I'm sorry what was that Greg?"
"Can I talk to Nina?"
"Well sure." The sound o footsteps followed by the sound of handing the phone to a different person followed.
"Hey, Nina, it's Greg."
"Oh hey, what's up?"
"Not much."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah fine, but I was wondering if you would want to come up here for a little while."
"Oh, sure that'd be great, hold on a sec." there was a brief moment of silence, "Okay, Greg, Tanner will drive me, where's it at?"
"Can you get a hold of Jerry, he knows exactly."
"Oh, okay, I guess I'll see you in a bit."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." Greg hung up the phone. He then turned back to the TV. A half hour later he found himself bouncing a ball off of the wall over and over again, listening for the sound of a car pulling up. Eventually he heard the sound. He ran down the stairs as if he were five years old and it were Christmas. He opened the front door stood a large buff-looking black man. His face turned into a frown.
"Sup?" CJ asked.
"Oh, hey. You must be CJ." Greg replied.
"And you must be Greg, right?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Well, hey Greg, I am just here to borrow Gabe's PS3. I'm gonna have a LAN party at my Mansion, we are going to have seven or eight PS3's on a multiplayer death match on the game Battlefield 3, my gang members are going to be playing, it's going to awesome."
CJ walked in and walked out in less than two minutes. Greg found himself again playing with a bouncy ball, waiting for her to arrive. A car pulled up, and Nina got out. Greg greeted her.
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The door opened, Stephen walked into Connors office, Toni and Connor sitting across from each other at the desk. "So, Steph, how'd it go?" Connor asked.
"Well, sire. Pierce knows." He replied
"WHAT THE FUCK! I'LL KILL YOU!" Connor screamed, bursting into a laugh, as Stephen did too.
"You suck at that, man."
"I know, I know. You did good man. You did good." he pat Stephen on the back.
"So uh, when are we going to… you know." Toni asked Connor
"Kill Max?"
"No."
"Then what?" Connor looked at Toni.
"Strip club."
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Max was laying on his couch, feeling much better than he did days before, his bruises going away, his body not aching, it was a good day. Out the door it sounded like someone was running own the hall. The door jolted as someone ran into it, like they thought it was unlocked. Max got up and unlocked the door, opening it up to find Pierce on the floor in front of him, holding his nose.
"God, damn it Max."
Max let out a laugh. "You moron. What did you want?'
Pierce became teary eyed as he stood up, holding the blood in his nose, in his nose. "The… JCF… you know, Toni, Connor, and their right hand man (I think his name's Stephen), and a few JCF members are going to Las Venturas."
Max helped Pierce to the sink, where he let go of his nose and a bit of blood dropped out. He handed him a paper towel. "How do you know?"
"Informant."
Max shook his head. "I guess that means we're going to Las Venturas. I'm get away. I'm gonna go check with the Chief of SVPD, okay?" Max walked to the phone, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Max was back on the case, they had a flight out of the city, November thirteenth, at five-forty pm. A four and a half hour flight, supposedly the same one the JCF were going on. It was going to be risky, but this way they could follow them. LVPD was going to have a squad car ready for them as soon as the flight touched down. In two days, they would be in Las Venturas. Max and Pierce got online and started looking for a hotel room to stay in.
They found a good one at the Visage, only ninety dollars a night, and it was four and a half star. Everything was coming into play.
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Leon was doing good, as the scientists found that the cause of the fire was a Molotov Cocktail, and one witness said it was a young one, named Greg Lane. Leon went to Greg's residence, and found that Greg was long gone, he interrogated Vince, some of his exact words were: "I hadn't seen him." and, "He probably went to one of those small towns, I know he has a thing for Hick women," and lastly, "That little prick was getting on my nerves, now I can get rid of his stuff, and use his room as my workout room."
Having a hunch of where Greg was, Leon began to search for him, in none other than Las Venturas.
Greg found himself alone with Nina inside Gabe's house, it was just after three, and they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie called 'Family Reunion' which they both seemed to like, very much. He found himself looking into her eyes, and she was staring back at him. He wanted to kiss her, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
She leaned over to him and started to kiss him, while holding each other. Then front door opened, and they quickly stopped. "Hey, Greg!" Gabe said as he walked into the kitchen, "Who's your friend."
Greg gulped, "This is ah, a good friend of mine, Nina."
"Well, hello Nina, how are you?"
"I'm doing just fine." she replied.
"I'm Gabe by the way," he walked up to her and shook her hand. Greg glanced at the clock, 'Three forty-one' how did that go by so quick?
"So uh, Greg, that Jerry guy called," He starting fixing a hot dog, "He said that a cop just interrogated them and he had a hunch that you were up here, so keep you head down, he's on your trail man."
"I-I will Gabe." The rest of the day flew by, filled with board games, making out, and watching TV. Burning down the club seemed like the best thing that had happened to Greg. At around eight O clock, Nina left, and Gabe arrived home.
Gabe fixed dinner (which were the best burgers Greg had ever had in his life) then Gabe went to his study to take care of some wok stuff, while Greg went upstairs and relaxed, playing Gabe's white PSP2.
Man, Gabe has it all. Good food, hot cars, plenty of games, and a lot more.
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On November Twelfth, Liberty City awoke to a beautiful sunny day. Phil and Tommy had discovered something that was pretty important, as far as taking down the JCF goes.
They were currently at Phil Cassidy's Army Surplus. Tommy and Phil were talking while their gang members were scattered amongst the area. Claude pulled up in a white Infernus. Claude was beginning to get used to speaking now, and was still dressed with his same old Leather jacket and green Cargo pants. He walked up to Tommy and Phil, who were talking in a small, army-themed green office.
A poster of a half-naked model caught Claude's attention. "Claude," Tommy said, no response. "Claude," Claude was still staring at the poster. Tommy tapped him on the shoulder, he looked at Tommy.
"Yeah?"
"I have something to tell you."
A/N: Ugh, not one of my better chapters… the next one is going to be awesome though.