Carcer City, 1993
The night was fiercely cold. The sky an unscratched black; no clouds, no stars. The wind blew strongly northeast, blowing stray newspapers and trash into the distance. A red car slowly pulled to the curve of a road in a suburban area. Down the road a black wall cut off the visibility, the moonlight giving a faint light which allowed eyes to see. No street lights were on, the small one story hotel was dark; it's residents resting in their beds.
Slowly and quietly, he turned off the vehicle, pulling the key out of the transmission. A cold, grey combat shotgun sit in the passenger seat. He took the weapon in his hands, shoving shells into the deadly firearm. When all the shots were in place, he cocked the gun and then put out the cigarette which dangled out of his mouth. Lifting up on the handle, he stepped out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind him.
The job would be easy; kill the witness. He was an old male; on the run and Tommy was the hunter. If he had lived, and made it back to Liberty City, Tommy would be a sitting duck. He was a photographer and had photographic proof of Tommy had committing the crime. He was in the shadows that night, at Portland Docks and he witnessed the massacre of which Tommy unleashed, taking photographs as it was happening.
Tommy caught the license plate of the car he drove and spotted it driving away from an abandoned house on Shoreside Vale. He and his wife left town almost a week ago. The old man must have known Tommy was on his tail; he hasn't gone to the police yet, at least not in Tommy's knowledge. Five minutes ago Tommy spotted the car again; after he lost it earlier that day in Carcer City. It was an old station wagon, parked outside of a cheap motel. Time to finish the job.
The door the station wagon was parked in front of was red with gold plated numbers on the door: "09". He didn't want to kill him, but his options were limited if he wanted to stay out of prison and not get the death sentence.
At the door Tommy took one last breath; the old man and his spouse were inside sleeping and he would catch and kill them by surprise. Before continuing Tommy hesitated; he felt like the cereal killers they talked about on Americas Most Wanted. He raised his right leg and with all of the force he could, smashed it into the door, bringing it off of it's hinges.
Two figures were on the bed; they both jumped up. The woman was closer to Tommy; closer to the door. He raised the hard, cold, killing weapon. The flame at the end of the barrel exploded with a thunderous sound, the old woman's body shot backwards over the bed leaving a crimson shower of blood to fall upon it.
The old man dashed to the counter, a small revolver-shaped item upon it at the opposite end of the dark room. Ready to pull the trigger, a surprising shot was fired from behind Tommy. Acting on impulse, Tommy dove for cover behind the bed.
Two men were approaching from the front door; police. The old man started taking shots, each bullet tearing through the blood spattered bed's sheets and mattress. Tommy raised the shotgun and fired one shot blindly over his head. The old man let out a scream, and then thumped to the ground.
"The is the Carcer city Police! Come out with you hand ups!" a young man's voice shouted. Tommy ducked again, crawling under the window, cocking the shotgun again. Outside words were thrown back and fourth between the two men; one was calling for backup. With no time to loose Tommy jumped up, shooting through the window; tearing away the curtains and shattering the glass pane. He cocked it again and let another shot off; the police dove for cover, one was hit and fell over in a growing puddle of dark red blood.
The other cop shouted something then cursed. Tommy dove through the window, somersaulting over the small curve. The cop raised his pistol, about to shoot; Tommy shot the into his face.
The sirens; they were coming, and fast, getting louder by the second. He broke into a sprint towards his car, hopping into the seat and digging in his pocket for the keys. The car revved up and shot out from the curve down the street, towards Liberty City.