A/N So this is basically a bit about Brad's life before he joined Michael, Trevor and Lester in robbing shops. It has a bit of Trevor madness in it for Trevor fans. It also starts to talk about Kennedy which is basically an amalgamation of the Texan cities e.g. Dallas, Austin, Houston, San Jose. Thanks for reading
Brad walked out of the warehouse, cool as ice, the body would be found maybe a few days later but he doubted that the police would conduct a thorough investigation into what they thought was a criminal. They would probably investigate furiously for a few weeks before slowly phasing this woman's murder out of the news to be forgotten.
He found an SUV on the edge of the industrial estate, in a car park. He jiggled the lock and hotwired it and drove to his home. The drive over made him recount his whole life story.
His name obviously was Brad Snider and he was 24 years old. His name was derived from his Irish and German ancestors and his German side of his family dated all the way back to the American Revolution where his ancestor came to the USA as a jaeger, an elite German soldier, to fight with the Redcoats. When the war ended his ancestor settled in the US. Whereas his mother's side, the Irish clan, came from Dublin in the 1920s during prohibition, they were known to be a crime family back in Dublin where they ran all of the extortion rackets. When his ancestors on his mother's side came to Liberty City they settled in Purgatory and began the same style rackets clashing against the Commission and Jewish mob. Regardless of his history, Brad grew up a fairly normal child, he loved football and baseball and had a natural aptitude for school. But that all changed when he turned 16. To commemorate his birthday his dad and uncles took him out for a drink that was where his only vice was sown into his mind. He began to drink heavily, starting with one can, then two and then he drank a six-pack everyday. The vice was like a voice in his head whispering to him to drink. He had become a raging alcoholic and stayed like that until he was 21. He remembered that day clearly, he had drank 12 or 13 cans of beer in one night, he had a massive hangover. He remembered going to vomit and blood coming out instead of sick and thinking that if he drank more it would kill him. Thinking back to that day, he now realised it had a positive effect, he stopped drinking and robbing people and stores to pay for his habit. He began to run 5 miles daily and box pushing his body for harder and longer
Soon after that fateful day, he was a changed man, fast and fit with great power. He became a criminal though by accident, he began during his drinking but continued after it the appeal of fast cash was too much for him to resist. Then a year ago, he met Trevor. Brad was sitting in a private booth at '69th street Mamas', he was admiring the beautiful view that these women provided. Tall, luscious blondes and curvaceous black women danced in front of women giving him only the view of their perfect bodies. Behind them he could see a woman dressed in just her lingerie dancing on a pole. How he loved this club! He never noticed Trevor until some rednecks started to cause a ruckus at the bar, nothing happened because of it immediately but 30 minutes later, 10 more rednecks turned up and held the club to ransom asking for all of the club's money. These backwoods hicks carried knives and the leader seemed to carry a wrench in his hands, then Trevor stepped up from his alcove where his stripper was hiding.
"Listen, you dumb pricks, I was enjoying a nice dance until you came along" Trevor menaced "Leave now and I won't feed you dicks to family"
"Now, who the hell does this Canadian fool think he is" The leader said with his drawl evident "Get him boys, get him"
The hillbillies began to lay into Trevor coming at him from all sides, Brad felt he had to stop this, he loved this place and felt that he had to defend. So he bolted out of his seat running into 3 of them tackling them whilst punching and kicking them. He knocked them out before turning to see one hick in front of him brandishing a knife. The redneck slashed downwards but Brad moved upwards, surging into the hick with a devastating right uppercut before following up with an overhand left knocking the hillbilly down. Brad stood up and looked around seeing there were no hillbillies left and that Trevor was standing in a pile of bodies. From that day, their friendship had begun and over that next year they pulled audacious jobs with Michael.
That was a good period, in his life no problems just him and his gun doing what he wanted. He soon pulled up to his house, it was in the Rocksnorth Bay area of the city, a typically normal suburban area. He parked his car and climbed out and looked at his house for a second. It was a big, 2 bedrooms with a barn-sized garage at the back, he jumped over the rear fence before lifting up a plant pot and finding the spare key. He opened the door and saw that his house was covered in dust, still he had no time to spring clean it so he ran upstairs and got changed. He threw on a grey leather jacket with some worn blue jeans and tan-coloured boots. He then put the cop badge in his jacket pocket and the wallet in his jeans. Brad ran downstairs and towards his garage to get the rest of his stuff.
In his garage was various mechanical tools and a bike covered in a tarpaulin but the bike is not what Brad went for first he instead grabbed a shovel and began digging. After 10 minutes of digging he found a rectangular metal box reminiscent of a safety deposit box hidden underground. He pulled it out before opening it to find his essentials. There was $5,000 and his bike keys. He stuffed the cash inside his jacket before ripping the tarpaulin off the bike. The bike, was a LCC Hexer, painted red and gold with a black helmet hanging off the handlebar. He climbed and revved the engine before heading to the airport.
At the airport he found there were two flights that were going to depart soon. One was Liberty City up on the East Coast, a positive melting pot for criminals where he had some allies but everybody would recognise leading the cops to throw him in jail. The other flight was to a city called Kennedy in Texas where it was budding as a criminal hub, it had a growing meth industry along with drug and gun running from Mexico. He decided Kennedy was a better option so he booked his ticket and found himself in the air an hour later heading to Kennedy.