A/N Sorry for long wait, I had exams so I didn't have any time to write. Plus I was researching the locale and surrounding areas so I was busy with that. Anyway this details the whole criminal scene. Please review

Brad felt the plane descend as he opened his eyes, the flight had only been a few hours but his lifestyle had taught him to grab sleep whenever you could, he didn't know many people out here as not many gangsters thought of Kennedy as a great place to hide out away from the cops. What he knew about Kennedy came from his only ally out of here, a meth salesman called Terry Kennard or TK for short who was an old friend from back in Ludendorff. Kennedy mostly had redneck Texans and an Italian crime family known as the Mascolos fighting over the control of the gun-running routes. In addition to those two gangs, there was also a Hispanic gang known as Narco-90 who were growing in power and disrupting the two old rivals from doing business. This gang took any person of Hispanic origin whether they were Puerto Rican, Mexican, Dominican or Colombian, Narco-90 took them all. There were other gangs in the city such as the Grease Monkeys and the Jewish Mob but they were relatively small compared to the other three main gangs.

He stepped off the plane and passed through Customs pretty quickly before arriving at the airport's exit. He felt the hot Texan sun on his back and basked in the sunlight for a moment, you never got this up the East Coast. Brad then heard a horn.

"Yo, Jack" shouted TK using his alias

"TK, buddy how are you doing?" Brad called back

"Not, bad man" Terry said shaking Brad's hand "Come on, my car is just over there

The two men walked to the car talking about past history between them and good-naturedly joking with one and other. Then Brad saw it. It was an Imponte Dukes painted in Raven Black with red leather seats, Brad loved this car as it was fast and durable, the first time he had ever driven one was in Liberty City maybe 3 years ago.

"Nice car Terry, never knew you were a car man"

"I ain't" TK replied

"So who owns the car" Brad asked

In response Terry just jangled the keys and tossed them to Brad who caught them.

"It's your car, I got it for you as I know you wanted one"

"Thanks TK bro, it means a lot"

Brad then climbed into the car and fired the engine hearing the Dukes roar with a raw ferocity.

Brad drove to Terry's downtown apartment while he was briefed about the gang situations in the town. The Mascolos were an old family, who operated mostly out of Kennedy's centre right in the business heartland, they tended to stay away from drugs but dominated the gambling industry by fixing dice in casinos they owned. Another strand of their business was gun-running from places like Ciudad Juarez to Kennedy but they did not have full control over the routes leading in and out of Mexico, that was ran by the rednecks who mostly dealt in meth and guns. Narco-90 as their name suggested ran drugs across state and country borders, their main form of product was heroin, cocaine and marijuana. The Grease Monkeys were hot-rod driving and chopper riding thieves mostly of cars for sale in the Middle East, despite their scruffy looks, they were proficient thieves who constantly fought the Jewish Mob for control.

Brad's briefing about the main players in the town stopped as he arrived at the apartment, it was more of a penthouse really with large amounts of space and a balcony big enough to have a barbecue on. He saw it all as he exited the elevator, this was a nice place very different to his usual style but it was pretty good.

"You got any work on?" Brad asked

"Yeah, I always have work obviously you know my business and how I operate so I'm going to need you to help with the runs"

The 'runs' in question were drug-runs moving large quantities of crystal methamphetamine from one place to another, it was a lucrative business even more so now since that methadone had been banned as a substance that could be sold over the internet or from pharmacies as a controlled drug. Various different crime syndicates started to expand into meth as there was a lot of money to be made depending who made the best, Brad had heard that TK had great quality meth, around the 98.4% pure which was unreal for the real world. But despite the quality of the drugs TK needed a man to move the meth and fence it onto a customer usually a mid-level dealer who would split the large amount of drugs into smaller divisions before distributing out to their low-level dealers. As processes go there was not much money in it if you were a low-level dealer due to their status in the hierarchy but if you were a producer or distributor there was tons of cash up for grabs. However these types of positions usually had long jail sentences attached to them so it was key that drivers be fast and discreet.

"Listen I'll send you over to my guy in Rawlings who will fill you in with the details. He's on Juarez Avenue." TK said "Once you've grabbed the product bring it back to my place around Justice Park."

"Sure you're the boss" Brad replied

Brad exited the apartment before walking downstairs and out of the building to get in his car. He jumped in and made the engine roar as he did a huge burnout leaving at least an 18ft streak of rubber.

Brad drove hard knowing that running drugs was a job that had to be done quickly and discreetly. He aimed the car towards the 72 freeway heading out Kennedy towards Rawlings which would eventually to some rural backroads which he would use to get towards Juarez Avenue which according to TK was on the outskirts of the city, not exactly in the boonies but far enough out so it wasn't in the police's eye.

He gunned the throttle hearing the car roar, it had a V8 roar which sounded as if the engine had been fettled with so the carburettors ran a little better. Brad looked out of the window as he travelled eastwards out of the city, Kennedy had green, fertile grasslands which stretched over plains of space littered with individual houses. He remembered seeing on the way in the city, almost desert like conditions, he heard people in Kennedy called it a dustbowl. It seemed as if Kennedy was a city of great contrast.

Brad eventually came off the freeway and ended up of the winding backroads where he pushed the car. He shifted up a gear, sliding the car through a left-hander feeling the back end kick out as he maintained the slide. The car was a lot of fun. As he travelled these roads he saw wildlife and broken down cars all inhabiting this side of Kennedy. He managed to make it into Rawlings which played host to a US military base which had soldiers from various US Ranger divisions such as the 11th and 69th division but despite this it had a large police presence meaning criminals had to be secretive. Brad drove through town cautiously before eventually arriving at Juarez Avenue, he parked on the street noticing that there was a guy standing outside having a cigarette.

This guy eventually came over to him. "Hey, you TK's guy" the stranger said cautiously but with a rich southern accent running through his words.

"Yeah, that's me" Brad replied

The stranger then gestured for Brad to follow him, Brad rolled the car down a small alley into a rectangular parking lot where there was a garage door. The man clicked a remote and the door opened exposing what seemed to be a loading bay, Brad backed the car into the loading area. Soon the stranger started to load many pounds of crimson red meth, the colour seemed like the colour of rubies and with the crystal shape, and they could almost pass for rubies.

"Take these and drop them off at Justice Park" the stranger said abruptly

"What's your name man? I didn't catch it" Brad asked

"My name is Alex Harper and I am the chef but you can call me Nitro, it is what I put in my cooks" Alex replied

Brad drove out and readied himself for the return trip.