Episode 1:A String of Unfindables
November 1,2001.Claude was walking on the empty slums of Shoreside Vale,Liberty City to hide him,as he was Liberty's most wanted criminal on that helicopter onslaught.He was turning back his memories.....the day when he saw Maria Latore,her relationship with Salvatore,the day when he was betrayed by that Leone prick....all came to his mind.
But one thing made him puzzling about,was that betrayal."Was that a 'Plan A'?",he thought.He further had his doubts clarified,as he saw Maria showing no emotionals,no sort of love to him...
Just as he reached the end of that street,he saw a new Squid mobilephone ringing on the garbage can near to him.He didn't really know to operate the phone,as he didn't talk,and was only used to a pager.He took out the phone from the garbage,and saw a reading "1 message" on that pre-lit screen.
Claude started to scratch his head,as he didn't know to press which key he needed to open the message.To his surprise,he was attracted by the "Open" button on the keypad below the screen.He pressed the button,to know what was in.
"YOU HAVE WON $500,000,SPEECHLESS!"
The nurse took some of the new bandaids and a bit of ointment to apply,as directed by the doctor.She was instructed that she needed to get some painkillers and mind distraughting medicines,as she was informed that the injury was a bit severe.
"Ok,let me give you some painless treatment."The doctor took out the painkiller syringes and injected it onto the patient's hands.She was looking utterly uncomfortable,as her attempts to shout resulted in more blood being released from her throat.
"Stop,lady!" shouted the doctor."Give me your personal information!".The woman was looking a bit strained now.She tried her utmost piece of energy to spill a single word.."M..ute!"
Vice City looked dull and bloody o every part of the city,except the place of the don.The mafia king of Vice City,Tommy Vercetti,was celebrating his 50th birthday."Wishes,amigo!"Robina shouted happily with a voice of a thunder.
The big guns of Vice City and San Andreas had their cars parked on the lawns of the Vercetti Estate.The Estate looked a bit damaged up in the front,but noting the birthday of their leader,the gang members had refurbished those areas really well.There was a bit of security from the Mitch Baker and his bikers as well,up and round.
"Good evening to everyone..."Tommy interrupted with a note of happiness.Thank you for all of your wonderful co-operation in the party.***cough***cough***.Age was being a factor before this party,not..."A cake was applied on his face,before he could recognize.
"Enjoy,Mr.Tom!",Mercedes shouted behind Tommy,with a gleeful voice."Ain't this the soiree at that party?"She murmured on his ears.Tommy,noticing people seeing him from all sides now,dragged Mercedes to the discussion room."Hello,Mrs.,why are you asking it?Don't you know that it was the coat of impression,don't it?" he spoke slowly.
"I know,Tom.But it looks a bit out of shape though,you've got to tighten the belly up!".She pinched on Tommy's rough cheek and left the place.Suddenly,from nowhere,people ran out like iron particles attracted by a magnet.It was later known to be Steve Scott,the famous porn director of Vice City.
Nobody noticed the GUNSHOT heard inside.
Francis International Airport just had it's ticket reserves opened after a technical fault on the timing charts of the planes resulted in a long-delayed stoppage of almost a day.But the incoming flights section was opened though.
" Flight No.6,Los Santos" read the announcer on the mic as the plane from Los Santos landed on the 64th runway.Passengers of different kinds walked out of the plane.Then there came a guy with a bald head and wore a tank and blue jeans denim pant.Just when he stepped on the final step of the ladder,his phone rang.
"Hello,Carl Johnson?" the voice scrambled."Yeah,I've arrived at Liberty.Where to go?",he said."To Wichita Gardens.".The call cut off.
Carl was confused.He knew pretty much of the Portland,and the only thing he knew in Shoreside was the airport.He sought help form th pedestrians,and one of them instructed him to get a taxi.
He quickly found one,and he called him in a loud noise.The taxi reversed,and soon he was able to see the driver's face."Wichita Gardens?"he asked the driver.
"What?Sorry but that's a death trap." replied the driver.