Disclaimer: I don't own GTA.

"Well, this is it! It's the end of the line for you, my friend! You're finally going to pay for all the crimes you've committed - with your life!"

The squadron leader couldn't keep the smugness out of his tone. He could hardly wait to give his troops the order to fire their weapons. At the opposite end of the lines they stood in front of was who they were about to execute.

It was none other than the criminal mastermind himself - Big Smoke.

"Any last requests?" The squad leader smirked.

"Yeah, dawg! There is in fact one last thing I'd like before ya kill me!"

"Very well... Seeing as this is the last chance you'll ever have to get it..." The squad leader nodded. "What'll it be, fat boy?"

Big Smoke stared. The was going to be his final opportunity to get what he was about to ask for. He took a deep breath, then revealed at the top of his lungs what he wanted...

"I'LL HAVE TWO NUMBER NINES, A NUMBER NINE LARGE, A NUMBER SIX WITH EXTRA DIP, A NUMBER SEVEN, TWO NUMBER FORTY-FIVES - ONE WITH CHEESE - AND A LARGE SODA!"

The squad leader blinked. He was completely unable to understand what Big Smoke was demanding. With no intention of finding out and giving him his request, he signaled to his troops.

"FIRE!"

The entire squad instantly blasted their weapons at their target.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Big Smoke groaned like he had always been known how to groan as he crumbled down to the ground, landing in a pool of his own blood. All he could do was feel his life slipping away with no chance of him surviving.

Taking advantage of the few seconds he had left to live, the dying infamous criminal summoned the remainder of his slipping energy to say his last words that he felt needed to be said before he passed on.

"When I'm gone, everyone gonna remember my name ... Big Smoke!"

One week later, Big Smoke's body was buried at the Vinewood Cemetery.

Engraved onto his tombstone were the years of his birth and death - as well as a message directed at an old acquaintance of his who he had history with:

Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris

1965-1992

"ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS FOLLOW THE DAMN TRAIN, CJ!"

THE END