A/N: New name, same author. So Enjoy. The Story takes place 5 years after the events of GTA: III. For those of you that don't know the chronological order of the GTA games it goes Vice City, San Andreas, Liberty City Stories, GTA: III

Chapter 1: Intro

After the dust had settled the blood had dried, funerals taken place, the city of Liberty had once again calmed down. Everything was back to normal, bridges running smoothly, the porter tunnel finished, the buildings repaired, everything. Even the gang activity had calmed down.

Claude had just sat down for lunch in his massive estate located on Shoreside Vale. He thought to himself, 'Today was a good day, brought in a nice haul from the protection ring. Yup, everything is going good today.'

Then he saw the headline of the newspaper. This was the news that would shake Liberty City to its foundation. The headline read "Gangs moving in on Liberty's Sanctions" The news was enough to make Claude spit out his coffee.

"What the hell? What gang? Son of a Bitch!" All the excitement created a painful feeling in Claude's throat. Exactly the same spot where he was shot by his ex-girlfriend, Catalina.

"God damn it, fucking bitch." Claude shouted in anger. He reached for the phone and dialed his only ally in this miserable place, 8-ball. As he dialed he wondered what gang could possibly be moving in on him, of all people, him.

"Unh, hello?" " 8, you're awake. Excellent. Get your ass down here now."

"Can't you ever say hello?" a sleepless 8 said. "Hello Goodbye. Get over here now."

So the recluntant African American hung up the phone and walked outside to his 1997 bobcat. When 8-ball went to start his car, the starter motor reluctantly turned over after about two or three winds.

"Christ, what the hell could he be up to now?" said 8, and proceeded to drive over to Shoreside Vale.

As 8-ball was pulling in the driveway of Claude's mansion, he was met halfway by a guard and then Claude himself.

"C'mon inside 8, we have some business to attend to." As both men walked inside, the phone rang inside Claude's office.

"Just make yourself at home, I'll be back in a minute." and with that Claude ran upstairs and into his office located towards the back on the mansion. On the other end of the line was Asuka's son, Kasuki.

"Hello?"

"Claude!" answered Kasuki. "Oh Kas, so good to hear from you. How's the Casino coming along?"

"That's exactly what I'm calling about. Earlier this week, three vans pulled up out front of the Casino and twelve M16 toting men climbed out and attempted to rush the Casino. So, as always we responded to the attack according to the book. But these guys must have had some sort of military training of something. I mean, they were excellent shots. Took out my three sharpshooters with the flick of their wrists. Then when my guards rushed out onto the balcony with their standard assault rifles, one of the attackers ran to the back of a van and came out with a god damn rocket launcher. A friggen rocket launcher! Can you believe it? Well anyways he fired at the above balcony, blowing the middle right out of it causing the whole thing to collapse. At this time the fucking people are flipping a bitch and running around screaming and shit. So, anyway, six guys stand out front to continue on with the onslaut."

"God damn it Kas, just get to the friggen point!"

"Alright, alright, they shot every one of my guards and robbed me blind. Then after the bastards got the money back to the truck, they cam back and blew up the place. I just barley made ot out in the seat of my pants." an frightened Kasuki said.

"Blew it up? As in there's nothing left but a pile of friggen rubble?" a worried Claude retorted.

"Nah, they remodled the place. OF COURSE THERE"S NOTHING LEFT! Why the hell else would I be calling?"

"God damn it. Alright. Get your ass over to my place as soon as possible." and with that Claude proceeded to hang the phone up and shout in disbelief of what just happened.

This caused 8-ball to run up the stairs and burst through the door. "Are you alright? What the hell happened?"

"Those bastards. Son of a Bitch. They blew up the friggen casino. But before that they robbed ot blind. 70 million dollars of mine, gone if a puff of smoke and gunfire."

"What? Son of a bitch, what about Kasuki? Did he get out?" responded 8.

"Yeah, he's on his way here." came Claude's retort.

"What about the attackers. Do we know who did it?" questioned 8.

"No, all Kas said was that they wore yellow and blue Hawaiian shirts. I think it's that out of town gang that the paper mentioned." responded Claude.

"Out of town gang?" "Yeah, don't you read the paper? It's all over the front page."

"When there's TV, who needs to read."

"Get me Michowski on the phone for me." Claude said to 8—ball. "He's in Vice though, what good is he to us?"

"There's a massive gang down there, run by Tommy Vercetti. I wanna see if Ray knows anything about this."

A/N: Well that's all for now folks. R&R. Flames welcomed.

NEXT CHAPTER : VICE CITY