Forum:Some Small Prologue for GTA?

'Dusk. An average evening at Halley’s. He sat in his leather chair, checking the files of another incident. 3 criminals had robbed a liquor store, not far away from here. He knew the poor bastard. And the criminals? They were yet at large. But not for long, he thought. Halley was a criminal himself. He even admitted it. Breaking the rules all the time. However, he did that to protect the rules that actually mattered. James Halley – an honest man, who was on the good side. He wasn’t your average robber, or murderer, he wasn’t even a serial killer – but he killed. Muggers, psychopaths with no manners at all – he hunted them down, and sent them to their grave. It was his job, after all. A long time ago, he saved a cop’s life. By killing the man, who aimed his 9mm pistol at the officer’s skull. He had no choice. But he was also lucky. The officer took him under his wings, made sure that he won’t be arrested for this. He saved a life. That’s not a crime. He could have been a cop. But he never wanted to be one. And why? Because James knew everything, about the Los Santos crime scene. They smelled a five-0 from 200 yards. They were prepared. They were armed. As a criminal, you could always pass through. For criminals, you were no different than them, if you didn’t act suspicious. Yet, they were unable to determine, what a man like James had up his sleeves. He had to wait for the right moment, until he could make his move. Patience pays out, after all. So then he waited, for the night to start…'

'''*Today’s case: Takashi „Tasho“ Sathiro. A honcho, and leader of a small gang organization called „Sang Noir“. Quite strange for the fact, that a Japanese leader chooses a French name. But that does not matter. What matters, is that this man has quite some power. The goal is simple. Make a deal. You’ll ask Tasho for some information about the Sang Noir, and in return, you offer him your loyalty for money. It’s a fair deal, that sounds like a recruitment. What could go wrong?*'''

*James makes a call at the FIB.*

Agent Gidds: You there yet?

James: Oh no, I’m just asking you, if you wanted to play some darts with me, once I finished my tequila.

Gidds: ''Haha, very funny. ''

James: ''Yeah, you know what else is funny? I checked my stocks, and it appears that you start giving me less ammo.''

Gidds: ''I know, you always said that you weren’t the kind of guy who wants to shoot everybody. But just to make sure, you won’t try to kill them all, we’ve given you only enough ammo to get the job done.''

James: ''So you’re saying, that you’re following the minimum principle? Ain’t that a bit risky?''

Gidds: It’s about one simple thing: Don’t fuck it up.

James: I’ll do my best, pal.

*Hangs up and makes a calm walk for the meeting*

Criminal 1: ''Oi, hold up. What are you doing here?''

James: ''I’m friends with your honcho, mate. Takashi “Tasho” Sathiro. Is he there?''

Criminal 1: Yeah, he is… hope you don’t mind a little pocket check?

James: Go ahead.

*The two crooks check the coat of James.*

Criminal 2: Hey, what’s that?

*Criminal 2 pulls out a gun out of the coat.*

Criminal 2: ''Check it out. A fine classic with a silencer fitted to it. Where did you buy that?''

James: ''It was a present from my grandpa. He used to call it his Ross, but… that’s a story far ahead.''

Criminal 2: You don’t get those at the local gun shops, do you?

James: ''As I said. It was a present.''

Criminal 1: ''Oh, sure. And you were able to get some ammo for it, eh? And the silencer? You must have certain reasons, why you need one of those.''

James: ''I’d like to get the job done. And loud and dumb never works out, buddy.''

Criminal 2: ''Yeah, but there’s one thing. We took some guns from the cops, and it turns out, that they have the same gun as you do. Coincedence?''

*Criminal 2 turns back and slowly walks away with the gun in his hand.*

James: I don’t think so.

*James quickly stabs criminal 2 in the back, grabs his body as a shield, and shoots criminal 1, with the gun in his own hands.*

*James then hides the bodies, and enters the house.*

James: I told you, that thing was a darn present.

'''*James then starts looking for a way to get to Tasho. He needs an access badge for the Red Dragon Lounge. Following a man, wearing such a badge, he walks to the restroom and takes him down there. He removes his badge and puts it on. He hides the body again and leaves the restroom. He then approaches to the lounge.*'''

James: ''I’d like to talk with Tasho. Alone.''

*James shows his badge and is being granted access.*

Tasho: Sit down.

*James sits down, as Tasho turns his chair.*

Tasho: Youkoso, James.

James: Greetings, Tasho.

Tasho: ''Hm. You’re not wondering, how I know your name. How strange.''

James: I’m sure you’ve heard it once before.

Tasho: ''Oh, I have indeed. The good guy criminal who breaks the law to protect the law. I’ve been told many stories about you. I hoped, you were visiting me once.''

James: ''And once, is today. So… I’d like to talk with you.''

Tasho: ''Go ahead. What is it?''

James: I’ve been interested in the business of Sang Noir, you know?

Tasho: ''What, you want to buy my organization? Hahah.''

James: Hehe, no. More like, support you by offering you my help.

Tasho: ''Your help?... And what’s the exchange that you desire?''

James: Just a few bills and some more information about the gang.

*James recieves a sudden call.*

Tasho: That shouldn’t be a problem.

*James picks up the phone.*

James: Gidds, that’s a bad timing.

Gidds: So you wouldn’t care if I told you, that you are in trouble?

James: Gidds.

Gidds: ''You have to get out of out of here, I heard that the police is on their way to your location. Abort the mission, I repeat. Abort –''

*A security guard interrupts the conversation.*

Guard: ''Mister Sathiro! We’ve found a body in the restroom. In fact, there are two more behind the house.''

Tasho: I was about to ask, how my friend got his invitation card.

'''*James blows the cover and shoots the guard. Tasho tries to pull the gun from under the table, but James already aims at him.*'''

James: ''Keep them on your table! I’m not done talking yet.''

Tasho: Alright… so what do you really want?

James: ''Like I said, I need details about Sang Noir. Now!''

Tasho: Fuck you, American scum!

*James shoots Tasho’s Arm.*

Tasho: Argh… Kisama… koshinuke.

James: ''Alright, enough chit-chat. I need your help with this. Otherwise, we will both die. But before that, the cops will squeeze it out of your guts… They’re already enroute, so fucking help me already!''

Tasho: Why would I help a narc?

James: ''We’re both being narc’d! … I wouldn’t ask you for this, if I wasn’t an honest man.''

*James suddenly gets ran over by another guard and rolls on the floor with him, almost losing the fight, when Tasho shoots the guard with his other arm.*

Tasho: ''You’re lucky, that I’ve been in a good mood today, James. You better hurry this up.''

'''*James and Tasho both run through a shoot-out between themselves and some cops and crooks. They get to escape the clubhouse and enter the car.*'''

Tasho: Hayakusiro!

*As they escape the police, James calls Gidds.*

Gidds: Halley!

James: ''Hey… I’m alright. Sort of.''

Gidds: Is “he” with you?

James: Yeah, but he’s wounded.

Gidds: What have you done this time?

James: Look, I had to shoot him –

Tasho: For no fucking reason?

James: You called me American Scum!

Tasho: Urusai uzai!

James: ''Stop the Japanese! I don’t

get half of the shit you’re saying!''

Gidds: Look, once you two finished your love story, can we meet up at the HQ?

James: ''Yeah, sure. I’ll see you there.''

Gidds: Good.

*James hangs up and drives with Tasho to the HQ.*

Tasho: So, where are we going?

James: FIB, I know a friend there.

Tasho: To be honest, I expected you to work with the Bureau.

James: ''Oh, really? Good for you.''

Tasho: ''How’s your friend? Does he also shoot into other peoples’ arms?''

James: Oh, ha-ha.

Tasho: ''What? I’m serious.''

James: Yeah, of course you are…

*They both arrive at the HQ.*

Gidds: ''Welcome, boys. This way… So… why are we here?''

James: ''Hey, Tash. You need some help with the wound?''

Tasho: Highly appreciated, Mister Halley.

*James gets some bandages for Tasho.*

Gidds: ''It seems, like you got to know each other. For you, Sathiro: I’m Agent Alexander Gidds. FIB Agent, but

don’t worry. The FIB is the right side.''

Tasho: If you say so…

Gidds: ''Alright… now, we came here so we can talk about Sang Noir. The organization that you seem to lead.''

Tasho: ''Well, not quite. See, I’m just the executive for LS. There are lots of gang leaders in different locations. From LC, to San Fierro, Vice City, North Yankton. It’s a connection that leads to the head of the gang.''

Gidds: And, that is…?

Tasho: Well, I’m not sure how Mister Halley here will react, but…

*Tasho looks at Halley.*

Tasho: His name is Drew Ferrous.

*James looks over to Tasho, surprised.*

James: Say that again?

Tasho: Your big brother… before mommy got divorced and returned to her old name.

Gidds: Sounds like a family reunion to me.

James: ''Bad idea. Really bad idea.''

Gidds: Why?

James: If you were me, you’d know why.

Gidds: ''Tell us then. What’s the matter?''

James: ''I have my reasons. Mind your own business, Gidds.''

'''*James leaves the room to grab a smoke. He then takes a picture out of himself and Drew. He moves his fingers over a scar on his forehead.*'''

James: Fucking selfish prick…

*He grabs the lighter and lights the picture and throws it on the ground, while it’s burning into ashes.*

The next day…

*James wakes up by the sound of his phone ringing.*

James: Halley?

Gidds: ''Look, James. I wanted to apologize about what happened yesterday.''

James: What?

Gidds: ''The cops, that came out of nowhere. They were not supposed to come, I can assure you that.''

James: And why did they come?

Gidds: ''It appears that those officers have been sent by someone else. Looks like it was the IAA. Since we currently have a few snitches in the Bureau. Anything is possible.''

James: And what could possibly prove your theory?

Gidds: ''The files about the mission have been borrowed. Turns out that somebody had his or her hands on the files and gave all the informations to the IAA. Trust me, those selfish cunts would do anything to hurt us.''

James: ''Look, I just woke up. Give me a few minutes to get up.''

Gidds: Of course… oh… and James?

James: What is it?

Gidds: About Drew… you’ll get to see him soon.

James: Don’t worry… I’m patient with him…

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''The average Thursday for James… he got up, drank his black espresso, got his suit and tie and went out to the streets. Some people remember his face from last week’s magazine. “LS District Gang Boss “Tasho” murdered by mysterious assassin.” But Tasho had a fun time playing dead. Everyone thought, they could take the crown to rule LS… but boy, they were so wrong. It started with a few swearing words, and ended up in a massive bloodshed. 86 people died in the infamous “Los Santos Crown Shootout”. But that wasn’t all. James still had “him” in his mind. Drew. His younger brother who claimed to have been betrayed. By my father. If Drew said the truth, James would’ve been on the deadlist of every criminal organization. And as fate wanted it to be… so it happened… or didn’t it?''

 

Gidds: So, this is it… we got our friend Tasho secured. LS is painted in blood red. What else is there to do?

James: One last thing, Gidds. I wanna see him today.

Gidds: Look, I told you that you were going to see him soon, not next fucking week. What is it that bothers you about him anyway?

James: I already told you, that’s not your business…

Gidds: Alright… I’ll arrange you a meeting. But you might have to draw his attention to you first.

James: Let me guess. Kill his people.

Gidds: James, I can’t always wipe your slate clean, whenever you put your hands on it. Is there another way to harm them?

James: How about any deals they make? Money? Drugs? Cars?

Gidds: Hold on, let me check… There are indeed a few deals involving vehicular transport. Mostly money, but also drugs and other stuff. They usually meet at Thursday evenings, but I would wait until-

James: Dandy, I’m going in.

Gidds: What? Are you nuts?

James: I want to talk to Drew. Are you going to stop me from it?

Gidds: Yes, because I think you’ll endanger me, and yourself by facing the Sang Noir so rash.

James: And I think, you’re trying to protect me… I can handle myself.

Gidds: Halley.

James: I’ll call you, when I’m done.

Gidds: Halley!

* James ends the call.*

* He enters his car, while Gidds calls him again.*

James: What now?

Gidds: Stubborn as you are, you’re driving to the meeting without knowing where, who and what.

James: Well, tell me then.

Gidds: LS River. There’s a deal going on, Sang Noir demanded a supply of some deeds.

James: Deeds?

Gidds: Yeah… funny enough, those are… wait. What the fuck is the LSPD do- they help out the fucking gangsters?

James: What?

Gidds: Here it is, check it out. They are being paid by Sang Noir to clean their files. This is a fucking corruption. And we didn’t know shit.

James: Get to the point.

Gidds: Sang Noir has the money to buy freedom. Freedom to do almost anything they want. Those deeds are being brought to Mr. Ferrous via convoy. He has to sign them and contact the person who wrote the declaration.

James: So I should fetch the convoy and drive to him?

Gidds: If that is your plan, then I guess, this is how you do it.

James: And where is he?

Gidds: That, I’m about to find out.

James: Fine, call me when you got it.

* Reaching the LS River, he then sneaks closer to the convoy that is supposed to go to Ferrous and shoots the entire crew. James then checks the car if the documents are inside and decides to call Gidds.*

James: Come on, come on…

* Mailbox*

James: Fuck… Gidds, come in. I have the documents. But I need the location, so tell me where the fuck Drew is. This is an emergency, where are you goddamnit?

* Suddenly, another crook who appeared to hide behind a wall tries to shoot Halley, but gets shot into the shoulder.*

Crook: Argh, motherfucker.

* James walks up to him aggressively.*

James: Where is Ferrous?!

Crook: Do you think that I’ll just narc him like that?

* James stomps onto the wounded shoulder.*

James: Where the fuck is he?!

Crook: Rockford Hills, he’s got a mansion there. Eclipse Boulevard, Portola-

James: I know where that is, thank you very much.

* James leaves and tries to call Gidds again.*

* Mailbox*

James: Fuck!

* As James reaches the residence, he violently gets out of the car and reaches for the door.*

James: Drew!

* He opens the door, to be surprised by Drew standing in front of him, holding a revolver at him and pulling the trigger. James tumbles and slowly falls down to the floor.*

* James starts breathing heavier.*

Drew: Always had a heart of flint. No wonder, why you’re so hard to kill. You’re cold, merciless… In fact, you walk up to me, after you murdered lots of important people. I know, you’re sacrificing kindness for cleverness and by that, you should know that I am here… and you did. But why, oh why didn’t you think of this…?

James: *cough* Fuck you, too.

Drew: Hmph. You can’t blame karma, James. It happens. You never know when. You never know where. But it happens.

James: *sobs and speaks hardly* And why didn’t it happen that you died for your dirty lies? What the fuck did I ever do?

Drew: I guess, you should know that… you filthy fuck used her. And yet, you had the decency to lie to the boy… for seven fucking years. He’ll know eventually. But I doubt that he will come to your grave. Or that he will even remember your name.

* Drew walks off and enters a car to drive away. A few moments later, the cops and an ambulance arrives. But even his wife and kid arrives.*

Chloe: James!

Brian: D-dad?

* Both walk up to him, trying to help. Chloe busts out in tears.*

Brian: Dad! Wake up! Dad!

* Black screen.*

''August 20, Black Thursday, as I’d like to call it… he died in that night. And yet I don’t know who it was. All I know is, that somebody had his or her reasons to kill him. Of course I have my eyes on Drew... he's got plenty of reasons. Which means that I have mine to find him... Whoever it was, has my father’s blood on his or her hands. And I will pay the debt with the blood of the murderer of James Halley. 26 years have passed by now. I never thought it would take that long for me to find out what happened back there. I almost forgot about it. I left my mother at the age of 16. I wanted to discover the city and more than just that. I’ve met those people. My new friends. And especially, I have met her… Anne. She told me about her hard childhood. Getting hit by your parents for small mistakes and disappointments that aren’t even worth mentioning. So I went to them and messed them up badly. I didn’t kill them. But I wanted them to know how it feels to be treated like nothing. I always kept her under my arm. Even now, I’m looking after her. Thinking about her. We were pals from the beginning. But what now? She knows, how I feel. She knows, what I want to do. But I don’t know what to do now.''