Disclaimer: I do not own the Grand Theft Auto Title, the cities of San Andreas, Vice City and Liberty City or the characters: Tommy Vercetti, Carl 'CJ' Johnson, Toni Cipriani, Salvatore Leone, Sean 'Sweet' Johnson, Caesar Vialpando Ma Cipriani, Mercedes Cortez, Paulie Sindacco and Officer Frank Tenpenny

… Or the gangs: The Vercetti Gang, The Grove Street Families, The Ballas, The Los Santos Vagos, Los Barrios de Atzecas, The Leone Family, The Forelli Family and the Sindacco Family

I do, however, own the characters: Jason Masters, Sakura Kasen, Drew Masters, Officer Leroy Rockwell, Paul Sindacco Jr., Massimo Forelli, Kazuya Hitoro, James Mu and Dmitri Slovak

… And the gangs: The Masters Syndicate, The Children of Freedom Mafiya

GRAND THEFT AUTO: NATIONAL CIRCUIT

Part I: Chapter I

Jason Masters stood by an office window, looking at the constructions taking place outside,

"Very soon, it'll be complete, and we'll be running this town." Said a voice behind him; he spun around, to see his brother, Drew, standing by the office door, holding two cups of coffee. "You ready, little bro, to help me control this great city before us?" he continued, as he handed him his coffee. Drew was the head of the Masters Syndicate, one of the most powerful organizations in the city of San Andreas, his younger, but more mature brother Jason, was next in line to run the family business.

He took slow sips of his coffee, then he turned around once more and faced Drew, "What do you think you're doing?" these simple words took ages to say, he had never before had the courage to confront his older brother

"What are you talking about?" he asked, now felling disrespected by his younger sibling,

"You know damn well what I'm talking about." He responded, "Everything we have, the money, the property, everything… doesn't belong to us."

Drew stepped back and raised his eyebrow "What are you talking about little bro? Of course it belongs to us… I mean sure we had to yank a few chains, and cut a few alliances short, but all of it, belongs to us!" he took hold of Jason's shoulder, "And one day, all of it… will belong to you!" he said, sounding like their father. For a few moments, there was utter silence

"Maybe he's right…" thought Jason to himself, "… Maybe I am being too personal about what's going on…" he looked his brother on the eye, and revealed a small grin… not knowing, that would be the last smile he would ever give him.

The intercom was beeping urgently; Drew strolled to his desk and pressed the flashing red button, "What's going on?"

On the other side, the panicking voice of one of his henchmen could be heard, "Boss, it's them, they're here! They're-" but, that was all they heard from the man, the transmission had been interrupted.

Even though Jason had no idea, about what was happening, Drew knew exactly what was happening. Heavy footsteps could be heard outside the office, Drew then took hold of Jason, shoved him into a nearby cupboard and locked it. Then, the oak doors flew open, and walking into the office, were three men, two appeared to be the muscle, and the one in the center, was Paul Sindacco Jr. the head of the Sindacco Mafia Family.

"I came for what's fuckin' mine!" bellowed Sindacco, obviously ticked with Drew

"I have nothing that belongs to you, Sindacco!" responded Drew, equally as loud. Paul, the nodded his head as if giving a signal, then, out of nowhere, one of the henchmen lifted a stubby shotgun, and aimed it at Drew,

"Arrivederchi," said Sindacco smiling, the lackey squeezed the trigger and the six broken shots erupted from the barrel. Jason then broke the lock on the cupboard door, and leapt for Drew, trying to push him out of the way, but he was too late, four of the shells struck Drew square in the chest, the other two got Jason, one in the arm, and one in the side. Drew hit the window, and his body broke the weak glass. He plummeted ten floors and hit the water below, his motionless form floated in the bay. Jason lay near the edge of the large arch, where the window once was. The Paul and his lackeys all thought he was dead.

"What do we do with 'im boss?" asked one of the thugs, lightly kicking the inactive Jason,

"Just push him into the bay; the sharks will take care of him, and his lying, son of a bitch brother." So, on command, he gave him a hard shove with his foot and saw as he was falling towards the water. He saw him hit the surface, and walked away from the window, satisfied with what he had done.

Jason was floating next to his unconscious brother, who was face down on the water; he wanted to flip him over, so he wouldn't drown, but the bullet that hit his side got his rib, so he couldn't do anything. He looked ahead and saw, one of the most frightening things he had ever seen in his life. A shark was swimming towards him, he closed his eyes and prepared for the worst… but the worst never happened. The loud bang of a gunshot erupted in his ear, his eyes shot open, and he saw two men in a boat, they were police, one of them had a chrome shotgun in his hand, and he was aiming at the now, dead shark, which was floating on its back. Blood was leaking from the deep bullet wound in his back; Jason knew that, that meant trouble, because more of them would smell the blood and follow,

"I got one!" shouted one of the officers, "It almost got those guys over there!"

"You should've let it." Responded the other "They're dead; you just wasted a shot!" Jason wanted to call out to them, but being a man of power, he knew it would seriously affect his reputation, but he decided that he valued his life, more than his pride.

"Here… over here!" he said, gasping for air as he spoke out,

"Shit!" exclaimed one of the police officers, "I knew he wasn't dead!" he took off his uniform shirt, and dived into the water. He took hold of Jason and Drew, and swam back to the boat, where the other helped all three of them on.

"Hang on, we'll get you to the hospital!" said the cop, standing at the steering wheel and turning the ignition. The boat rumbled and roared, and it sped off. Jason's eyes were slowly shutting, he was passing out and he didn't know if he was going to survive or not,

"Crap…"