ONE WEEK LATER:
Niko: A Mafia controlled waste management plant?
Packie: You fuckin' guessed it. It's an Ancelotti operation. Ray tipped us off about a big payoff they just got. A fat cash payoff.
Michael: Ancelottis, eh? I can't tell any of those mob families apart. Ancelottis, Gambinos, Pecorinos.
Packie: It's the fucking "Pegorinos", man. We're working for them... "Pecorino" is a type of cheese... "Pegorino's" is a bunch of guido gangsters outta Alderney.
Niko: They're all Mafia though?
Packie: Course they are. Cosa Nostra and all that shit. Our family used to be bigger than all the Mafia families put together. Back in the day, that is.
Dash: Oh god. Not this crap again... I heard this speech a million times.. "The McReary's ran the city. People were scared to say their name let alone come near their place in Purgatory. Life was great. We were in charge".
Packie: It's fucking true!. I'd like to hear you tell Gerald that it's a boring story. Me brother wouldn't take too kindly to that now would he, little lady?... (to Niko) You know that Purgatory is called what it is because people were so scared of the McRearys. Did you know that, Niko?
Dash: (sarcastically) It's called that because people found McReary's stories so damn boring. Listening to them was like being IN Purgatory!
Packie: Fuck you, girl, I'll fucking come back there and kick your fucking ass in a minute.
Niko: (changing the topic) I hear that Francis McReary is your brother?
Packie: Fucking Frankie, my brother... He may have a badge, but I tell you for a fact he's as crooked as the rest of us McRearys. More so. At least we ain't fucking hypocrites. Kate's the only decent one.
Niko: I can believe that.
Packie: You know Frankie do ya? I got a story for you if you do.
Dash: another fuckin story!?
Packie: SHUT UP DASH!... So, Niko, when Francis and Gerald were growing up, Frankie became an altar boy. He swears to this day that he wanted to serve the Lord. Gerry knows the truth though. He only put on that cassock so he could pocket the change in the collection plate. Fact. That's Francis down to a fucking T. I don't even know if he realizes what a crook he is.
Niko: That sounds like the Francis McReary 'I' met.
Packie: I bet. Model community leader, my ass.
Michael: You're just worried he'll start clamping down on you, ain't ya Packie?
Packie: I'd like to see him try it. Not gonna happen with the things Gerry knows.
LATER:
"Niko, stick fuckin' close to me!" Packie cried, as he and the gang arrived at a warehouse. From there they climb over two fences, reaching a small junkyard, which is surrounded by goons.
"Let's do this!" Packie cried, as they all pulled out their guns, once again, Niko only brought a SMG.
They 4 of them quickly shot down the goons.
SHORTLY AFTER:
"(shoots dead the last enemy) That's all of them Packie" Dash said, reloading her combat shotgun.
"Great.. Let's get inside.. Niko... Shoot the lock off that door" Packie replied.
Niko: (shoots lock)
Packie: (kicks down the door) LET'S DO THIS!
"Cover me! I'll go get the money!" Niko cried out, while violently shooting enemies.
"Alright.. Michael, clear the way for Niko!" Packie cried.
"Copy that Packie!" Michael replied and began covering Niko with his AK47, as Niko ran upstairs towards the money.
Once upstairs Niko shot down 3 goons that were up there and then started collecting the money.
"Okay kids, I got the cash (gunshots) SHIT!.. Looks like we aren't the only ones after it!" Niko cried, while holding a bag full of money, and then had to jump into cover as it's revealed Italian mobsters who are also planning on stealing the money, come into the warehouse and start firing at Packie and his group.
Eventually Packie tells Niko to follow him to a boat waiting on the river to get away.
After Niko managed to avoid getting shot and followed Packie outside.
Packie: (shooting at off view enemy) Dash, you and St Michael hold the area, me and Niko swim to the boat.. And we'll meet up later.
Dash: (off view) Sure boss, catch you later.
Michael: (off view) And try to keep the money dry!
SOON AFTER:
Packie: That was fucking beautiful! We did ourselves proud. My brother Gerry is going to be fucking ecstatic.
Niko: Providing the Ancelottis don't figure out it was us that ripped them off.
Packie: Don't fucking worry about it. They'll just figure it was another one of the five families. Us McRearys are under the fucking radar nowadays. It ain't a problem.
Niko: I hope you're right for my sake.
Packie: Shut up and think about the money. If that doesn't work, think about my sister. I tell you though, you're only getting your hands on ONE of those things, you maniac, and it ain't going to be my Katie.
Niko: I'll think about the money then.
Packie: What a trooper.
ELSEWHERE:
Michael shoots 3 enemies in a row.
"How the hell are we supposed to get out of here anyway!?" Dash cried, throwing a grenade and killing a good many of the enemies.
"I think I saw a car over here.. Follow me sweet cheeks!" Michael cried, while reloading.
"Don't call me that," Dash said annoyedly.
"Whatever.. Just stay close" Michael replied, and he shot at off view targets, before leading the to towards a car.
But on the way, one of the enemies tackled Dash, though due to her fast reflexes she kneed him in the stomach and threw him into a wall, and threw him into gunfire, and threw him into crossfire, killing him.
"Wow.. You have to show me that some time" Michael commented.
"Sure. Why not" Dash chuckled, almost cutely.
LATER THAT SAME EVENING:
Niko was driving around when suddenly Packie called him.
"Hey Packie," Niko said into the phone.
Packie: Hey Niko.. I got a favour to ask?
"Sure man," Niko said.
Packie: Do you remember my friend Dash?.. Came with us to Colony Island?.. Well, she needs some help.. I'd do it myself.. But I'm kinda busy.
"Sure.. I'll come by.. Where is she?" Niko asked.
Packie: She's living in some small motel. I told her to expect you.
"I'll go when I can," Niko said, hanging up.
Niko knocked on door number 403.
Dash opened the door.
"Oh.. It's you.. Come in" Dash said, holding a light beer, and letting him inside.
"Uhh.. Nice Place" Niko said a bit sarcastically, as the room was very messy, and smelled a bit gamey.
"Isn't it.'' Dash said dryly, sitting on the bed, beer in hand.
"Well.. Anyway.. Our friend Packie said you needed some help" Niko told her.
"I'm from Los Santos you know.. And I tell you, anyone who told you that place is "paradise" is a fuckin liar!.. But.. I thought it would be better in this city!" Dash cried.
"I know the feeling." Niko admitted.
"My sister is miles away. Liz is in jail, and above it all, he's still ruining my life, even in death" Dash cried angrily.
"Who is?" Niko asked, getting his 'down to business' tone.
"(sighs).. Tom McKenny" Dash said quietly.
"Tom Mckenny" Niko said to himself.
"His remaining men found me, a damn hit team is after me!" Dash cried.
"I'll deal with them," Niko said.
"Why do that?" Dash asked.
"I'm being paid.. And besides.. You kinda remind me of myself" Niko said.
Dash sighed.
"Well.. Alright.. I think it's coming from Bohan.. Call me when you spot two black vans" Dash said.
Niko nodded and left the room.
BOHAN:
"Dash.. I see the vans" Niko said into his phone.
Dash: Alright.. Deal with them quickly. Don't let them escape!
"I'll do my best," Niko told her, and hung up.
Niko manages to destroy all the vans.
"Dash, I got them." Niko said into his phone.
Dash: Good. With this many gone, maybe the others will back off for a bit.. Either way.. I'll pay you when I can, but don't expect much more than a few hundred.''
"That's fine, I can go cheaper when I trust the person," Niko said.
Dash: By the way. We should hang out sometime.
"Sure, why not.. Talk to you soon Dash." Niko said, before hanging up.
ANOTHER WEEK LATER:
Packie: Gerald was very clear about the way things are going down, boys. Me and Michael are on the civilians, Derrick and Niko are on employee's... (to Derrick) Did you sort out the charge for the vault door?
Derrick: What's that mean? Of course I sorted out the charge. What do you think I've been doing all day?
Packie: I dunno. Nodding off with a needle sticking outta your arm?
Derrick: Patrick, you were such a sweet little boy when I left this city.
Packie You have been gone a long time Derrick.
Niko: (sarcastically) This is an emotional moment, I can feel the brotherly love in the air. Maybe we should just talk about the "job" though?
Packie: Sure smart ass... So, Derrick, you got the charge rigged up to your phone?
Derrick: Had a bit of trouble with that. Couldn't find a pager to rig the blasting cap to. Had to put the thing on a timer.
Packie: Alright, alright, we can roll with a timer. That's cool. Niko, when the door blows, I want you and Saint Michael to go down into the vault to the cash. Grab as much as you can carry.
Niko: Okay.
Michael Don't need to tell me twice, Packie. I'm ready to go. Pumped, is what I am.
Packie Thanks, Michael. Knew I could count on the dumbest member of the group to throw himself into proceedings the most willingly.
Michael: I was just saying how I'd do what you said, Packie. No need to get abusive.
Packie: There was no need for a brother and sister to get married, but your parents did that and now you're here.
Michael: (angrily) Don't bring my parents into this Packie!
Packie: But it's fuckin true! Why did a brother and sister have to get married and leave us with YOU!
Derrick: I can think of one reason they needed to get married. They were so ugly that no one else would have 'em.
Packie: (sarcastically) Nothing like a sibling's love, eh Derrick?
Derrick: Nothing like it. Nothing could make me love Francis, though.
Packie: Fucking Frankie, he'd be pissed if he could see us now.
MEANWHILE:
Dash and Gerry are seen doing one of their many missions together, this time gunning their way through a small house, looking for the Albanian thug that was shown being hidden inside Gerry's freezer.
Dash shown with her combat shotgun, Gerry shown with an AP Pistol.
However, after clearing the house, the said thug sneaked over, and grabbed Gerry hostage, pointing Gerry's AP Pistol and Dash and Gerry both, threatening them both.
"Okay" Dash said, dropping her shotgun and putting her hands up, but not facing him, she was facing the wrong way.
"Good.. Now slowly turn!" The goon ordered.
ALright, alright" Dash said, slowly turning around, but half way she suddenly took out her Browning BDA and suddenly shot the goon though the head, killing him without harming Gerry.
"Phew.. Thanks for that.. You're a good shot.. I see why Patrick has taken a shine to you" Gerry commented.
"It's nothing romantic," Dash admitted.
"I know, I know.. But he's right for once.. Glad you're on board" Gerry commented.
"Thanks.. Boy. I hope he's okay" Dash replied.
"The PE4 has been molded, and is ready to explode in... Sixty seconds.. Now listen to people.. We're your friends.. Me and me brother her-"
"Why are you telling them they were brothers you idiot!.. That's gonna make it hard for them to find us ISN'T IT!?" Packie cried in sudden anger.
"I'm trying to be honest with these people.. We put them through a lot today" Derrick said, showing to be the most compassionate of all the McReary brothers.
"Fuck these people! Fuck your cause! Ireland ain't the only thing green! Dollars are two!" Packie angrily yelled, as he and his brother Derek got into an argument.
"Now you said bloody Ireland! That's gonna narrow a search isn't it!" Derek pointed out.
"Fuck you! Take the needle out of your arm, THEN tell me what to do!" Packie angrily replied.
"I'll let YOU! Tell ME what to do! When you stop shoving half of Bolivia up your nose every Saturday night!" Derek replied, just as angrily.
"MOTHERFUCKAAA!" Came a sudden voice, and Eugene Reaper stupidly pulled out a gun and shot down a, wrong place at the wrong time, Michael Keane.
Of course the news would later claim he was a hero. But the fact is. He was a complete idiot. And Packie and Derrick avenged their fallen friend when they brutally murdered Eugene for having killed Michael.
"Shit! Michael! SAINT FUCKIN MICHAEL!" Packie screamed as he saw his friend lying dead in the bank.
But the grief was interrupted by a loud bang. The vault door blew open.
"Shit! (to Niko) Get the money!.. Me and my brother will watch the kids!" Packie cried, trying to be serious again.
Niko ran down to get the money.
"Anyone else tries that shit and I'll shoot them, wait between the eyes!" Packie angrily told the hostages as he and Derek waited for Niko.
AFTER ONE LONG ASS BATTLE:
ON THE ROAD:
Packie: Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Michael!... DAMMIT!... I coulda been nice to him for once in my fucking life!.. Kid only wanted to help!
Derrick: He loved you, Packie. He was happy you spoke to him. Didn't matter what you were saying.
Packie: Yeah, well, now I gotta explain to his folks that their son is, like, lying dead on the floor of a bank in Algonquin.
Derrick: We'll give them his cut. When your kid is living the life, you gotta expect someone to come through the door and break this sorta news.
Niko: That does not make it any easier to hear. And we aren't safe yet.
Packie: Eye on the road Niko! We don't want you to have to break no bad news to our ma!?
Niko: Neither do I.
Dash is shown to be the one who plants a bomb on Tony Black's car, not Niko.
And after following the car to where Gerry said to go, she phoned Gerry donating the bomb.
"Gerry, it's done" Dash radioed.
"Great.. But don't leave any witnesses.. make sure they're ALL dead... At the same time I'll get that Niko guy to dress up as the Albanian thug we have on ice" Gerry's voice replied.
"Why him?" Dash asked.
"He's the only one who would fit the description" Gerry's voice replied.
THE NEXT DAY:
"Oh Packie. I'm so sorry" Dash said, having joined Packie at a bar, and comforting him after he told of Michael's loss.
"I wish I was nicer to him.. I have to live with that" Packie said sadly.
"I know how it feels to lose someone" Dash sad softly.
"Hmm.. I guess you do" Packie said, remembering what Dash said about Sally.
"Have I ever told you, you're like a big brother" Dash admitted, after becoming a bit drunker.
"No.. But I sorta figured it" Packie chuckled.
Dash giggled.
"Cheers," Packie said, as they touched their beer bottles together.
SOON AFTER:
Packie and Dash both stumbled out of the bar, both wasted.
"Oh man am I drunk.. So drunk!.. FUCK I'M DRUNK!" Packie cried.
"Shut up you drunk!" Dash cried.
"I'm not drunk! I'm sober as a lord!.. YOUR the drunk one!" Packie cried.
"Fuck you! I'm not drunk!" Dash cried drunkenly.
"You are!.. You need a intervention!" Packie drunkenly laughed.
"YOUR intervention!" Dash cried.
"I ain't no intervention, I'm Irish!" Packie cried.
"Well I'm not drunk!" Dash cried.
"Yes you are! You're drunk!" Packie cried.
"I'm not drunk!.. My name isn't fuckin DRUNK!" Dash cried angrily.
"Okay. Relax" Packie cried.
"It's not relaxing either!.. KNOW MY FUCKIN NAME!" Dash screamed.
"Your "fun" when drunk!" Packie laughed.
"FUCK YOU!.. FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN IRISH DOUCHEBAG!" Dash cried.
"Don't be like that," Packie cried.
"(near tears) I'm sorry!.. I'm so sorry!" Dash cried.
"Don't worry," Packie said.
"I love you Packie!" Dash cried.
"I know you do sweetie" Packie replied.