I don't own any Rockstar game or any Insomniac game. I'm just creating a fictional game.

On a black screen,we can see a few police cars driving at high speed. After they all go away,the Rockstar Games logo appears after in the middle of the screen. Then after that more cops' car come from left to right and behind them appears the Insomniac Games logo. And finally,the Rockstae Leeds logo pops up next to the latter one.

Then a rhythmic modern disco music plays. The game shows that it has been published by Rockstae Games,designed by Insomniac Games and Rockstar Leeds. Then the game's name appears in big in the middle of the black screen. It is written in italic and in red.

While the music keeps playing and the casting's names appear successively,we can see the shadow of the protagonist in different poses with his gun.

After the music ends,the screen turns full dark.

Main casting (will be updated) :

Edward Norrington : Shawn Ashmore

Chief Anderson : Jeremy Irons

Amanda Anderson : Ellarose Kaylor

Arnold Mitchell : Joe Anderson

Detroit,Michigan

February 12th, 2018

The winter nearly ends; the last snowflakes fall onto the snow coat of the ground. The sunbeam lights the horizon up while the snow keeps lying on the buildings,roads and streets. Suddenly,a black Dodge Challenger with big white lines going from the hood to the trunk arrives in front of the police station,taking care of cleaning the snow under his wheels. Then the door opens and a young man comes out.

He has brown short hairs,a short beard and light blue eyes. He was wearing a red shirt with a dark brown jacket,a blue jeans and black business shoes. A detective badge shines onto his left chest on his jacket. The man seems calm and relaxed. He gets out of the vehicle then instantly closes the door before to lock it. Then despite the cold weather,he climbs up the stairs,the hands in the pocket and he heads to the entrance.

When he arrives in front of the receptionnist,the woman greets him very happily. She has black messy long hairs having 5 inches long. She also wears pink lips,red glasses,some excessive makeup,a black shirt with red,yellow and blue bubbles,a pink pants and yellow high heels (1 inch). The main character stays astonished in front of that original sens of fashion. Regaining his composure,he earns the salutations of the lady.

" Hello,sir ! How are you today ?! " She says happily.

" Pretty good thanks. " The man answers casually.

" Ha ! I see you're a detective... according to the badge on your chest. "

" Yeah indeed. " He confirms,staring at his badge on the jacket. " Well... I am here because I'm new. "

" Ah ! Are you the new cop Dubbledan sent us ?! Edward Norrington ? "

" You know me ? " Edward asks,opening wider his eyes,shocked.

" Of course,our boss just told us about it in the morning. Apparently you are here because you asked yourself to get in this town. Why would a sexy man like you come in this city ? " The receptionnist seductively rests her elbows on the table while her hands hold her chin.

" I heard that most of the cops here quit due to the recent aggressions. So I thought I could come to help. "

" Is that so ? "

" Yep. "

" Aren't you afraid of the gangsters here ? I heard they can sequester policemen for a year. "

" Stupid urban legend. Plus,I can deal with men. I know some moves. "

" Ah ! Are you doing kung-fu ?! Ooooooooohhhh... "

" Actually no. Kung-fu is myth. I prefer to practice the Krav-Maga. "

" Oh I've heard of that. Apparently it requires a lot of reflexe and accurency. "

" Actually that's kinda easy if you've leanred enough. Anyway,I don't wanna spend the rest of my life in this room. Is the chief here ? "

" Yes,he's sitting in his desk right there. " She points at the office door located at her left,to the end of the room.

" Thank you. Have a nice day. "

" Ohhhhhh ! " She groans after Edward leaves her.

Norrington knocks on the door and a strong voice responds.

" Come in. " It says.

Edward opens the door and enters into the Chief's office. It looks like any chief's office that exists in the country. But the particularity of this one is that on the desk stands a laptop,a mug of coffee with smoke escaping from it,a lamp and a picture of a young 9-years-old little girl. Right in front of him sits an old man pretty tall who doesn't seem to be an happy boss. His white hairs,long beard and his white shirt with short sleeves give him a frightening style.

But to erase that feeling,he wears glasses on his nose,a golden bracelet on the left wrist and his wedding ring. He additionally wears a brown pants and black shoes who just got waxed. After greeting his future employee,he gestures him to sit in front of him on the small chair. Edward obeys and sits on that chair confidently. Resting his crossed fingers onto his laps,he awaits the boss' words.

" So you must be Edward Norrington,the new blood from Houston. We are really far away from the family's farm. So anyway,my name here... " He points at the golden name plate of the desk,informing anyone of his name and his profession. " Is the Chief Thomas Anderson. I will be your leader for the rest of your life. " After letting Edward nodding,Anderson continues. " Right now you arrive at the very perfect moment : one of those bastards left the team because of a recent harassing perpetuated by a few low-rate gangsters. "

" Couldn't they do anything ? "

" Instead of doing properly their job,they prefer to flee and quit like fucking flies ! Running away from their duty ! Damnit. " Chief adds,bitterly.

" They surely didn't want to die... "

" Damn righr they didn't want to die. A man kills a dozen of cops in one day,a raper assaults a young girl before to kill her,ten robbers killed the hostages and the cops before to run away... and we're supposed to be scared of some guys from the ghetto ?! "

" That is absolutely nonsense. I don't want to cut you out of your sppech but what am I supposed to do ? What should I do now ? "

Anderson opens a drawer then picks up a Detroit detective badge before to grab also the keys of an apartment and put it next to the badge on the desk.

" I suppose you got your gun ? "

" Indeed. "

" Good. I'm sending you into the crime section. You will be investigating on the sector of murder,theft,smuggling and all those shits. If there's anything to be dealt with,I'll call you. Understood ? "

" Yes,sir. "

" Gimme your Houston badge. "

Edward quickly tosses the former badge onto Anderson's hands who put it into the same drawer. Then the detective takes his new badge before to stick it on the left side of the chest.

" Now... I just gave you the keys of your new apartment. The room already belongs to one of our men but I kept a second one for each building. You will life along each other. And if you have enough money,you could buy your own apartment. Now go to rest. Mitchell ! "

Suddenly the door opens behind Norrington. This one turns around and meets the eyes with a new companion. He has short spiky blonde hairs to the side,a mustache with a little goatee,blue shining eyes and he wears a full grey suit. He was holding his coffee mug in his right hand as he holds the handle with the other hand.

" You called me ? " He asks,drinking a sip of his coffee.

" Please meet our new Detroit detective : Edward Norrington. "

Both men happily shake their hands.

" So,Eddy,you just came in town ? "

" Yep. "

" Do you have a roof ? "

" No sorry. "

" He will be sleeping with you. " The Chief interferes suddenly. " I just gave him your apartment's secondary keys. Now please both of you rest home and let's talk about this maybe... this afternoon. "

" You're the boss. " Mitchell agrees. " Come on,Eddie,let's head home. " Both men get out of the office by the door.

Later...

Edward climbs in his Dodge Challenger while Mitchell follows him on the passenger's side.

" You got a nice car honestly. "

" Thank you,my friend. So,what do we do ? "

" Bring me to the Fisher Building,at 2799 2nd Ave. So that I can hop on my sweet bed and sleep for the rest of the morning. If you don't know where it is,activate the GPS. "

Norrington presses the button to trigger the GPS.

" Good morning,gentlemen. How has it been your day,Mr Edward Norrington ? "

" Hmm... Fine... "

" What's this answer ? Looks like you never used a GPS. "

" Actually,it's the first time that I really use a GPS. I've know Houston like I remember my birthdate. So I never used that shit. "

" Okay. So you just have to listen to the nice lady... while respecting the traffic code ! Haha... "

" Where do you wanna go ? "

" Well... Bring-me-to-279... "

" Don't worry ! She can hear you perfectly. Speak normally. "

" Well... Bring us to 2799 2nd Ave please. "

" As if it was already done. After 250 feet,turn left. "

Objective : Drive Mitchell to his apartment.

" So... " Mitchell speaks then.

" So... " Eddy hesitantly repeats.

" So... Why are you here ? I mean there has to have a reason why you've changed of town,right ? "

" Actually... I want to help this city to bring more justice to the streets. "

" Yes. With every shits that happened : a girl got shot,another one raped,a teacher massacred,a mailman jumped... Anything like that to some innocent people. And for what ? Knowledge ? Vengeance ? I don't really know. "

" If we rebuild properly the reputation of this police,we will have a chance to stop this chaos. "

" Yeah... But I don't think that's the real reason you're here. "

" What do you mean ? "

" I mean... You came here at Detroit... despite there's way more crimes at Houston. Don't you find it weird. Unless you got expelled or you don't wanna see that state anymore; I would understand... "

" Well... There's one reason. But that doesn't matter. "

" We're not at work. So we can talk about what doesn't matter right now. "

" Trust me,you don't wanna hear that. "

" What is it ? You got your boss pregnant ?! "

" Hahahhaha... Not that ! Seriously,please don't insist. It ain't worth it. "

" One day,you'll be obliged to confess ! "

" Mitchell,is this true what the lady said ? Are there policeman kidnapped ? "

" No. They're just getting invited in some kind of youth party where they drink,have sex and... Of course they get kidnapped ! "

" Do we manage to find them ? "

" Depends on the timing... and our mean of work. "

" What are the probabilities of success ? "

" Do you wanna the truth or the lie ? "

" Go ahead. "

" More like... 35 %. "

" Aouch ! Sorry. "

" No it's okay. Since we lost some of our men,the cases earn more and more failures. We have never been so down since... Since a few years ago... "

" What's the solution ? "

" To hold on. Simply. Well,we're here. The Fishing building. "

" Wait ! I got scammed. I came for a casual building,not a palace ! "

" Well... It's not too late to be surprised. Come on. "

After that both cops climb to the tenth floor,Mitchell opens the door of his apartment. It is a pretty rich house with all sort of expensive decoration with flashy colors. Arnold leads his guest to the living room while he takes off his jacket and puts it on the wood. Then he heads to the kitchen while Edward waits patiently.

" Don't move,I'll get us some champagne. " Mitch warns.

After a few time,Arnold finally comes back with the bottle and two glasses. He serves his partner before himself and both drink the glasses together.

" So tell me,why did you move in Detroit ? "

" To help... "

" Stop this bullshit ! Like I said,they need you more at Houston than here. So tell me,there has to be a real reason why you just moved out from Houston and all your former problems. Tell me. "

" Alright,you won... I did that because... Detroit has a better McDonald's than Houston ! " Edward lies.

" Even if this is true,I forbid you to avoid the real question. "

" And me,I forbid you to step between me and my new couch. "

" Funny guy. You may have succeed to escape that one,but I will find out soon who you really are. For now,have fun with the champagne. I'll return to the police station. "

Mitchell takes back his jacket before to get out of the house. Norrington closes it with the keys then instead of drinking the champagne,he puts the glass down on the table,lies on the couch and deeply sleeps.