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[Oxidizer]

It's not the best I could do but I had to get this stuff typed out while I still had the idea. Some of the stuff might be changed from the game but its set two weeks after the ending of GTA3. I hope you like it.

 

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Claude hadn’t been so relieved as he had been when he finally assassinated and exacted revenge upon his backstabbing and now deceased ex-girlfriend. All of his crimes were covered up and the only witnesses who could testify against him were either missing, dead or gone. Maria saw and knew too much, so he had no choice but to shoot her. He only rescued her from the Cartel because it was the perfect opportunity to take Catalina out. He shot her near the Dam so it looked like she had been caught in the crossfire of the shoot-out and massacre. But if all of his enemies and connections to various syndicates within Liberty City are gone then who’s been lurking outside the Cartel mansion where he now lives?

 

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It’s Donald Love. I’m sorry to have left you in the lurch like that but I needed to get out of the city for a while. You know how it is. Anyway, I’m back now but my presence mustn’t be known, so come and meet me at the Pan-Lantic Construction site where I’ll have your money.

 

Claude looked at the text message on his cell phone and studied it carefully before flipping it shut and replacing it back in his pocket.

 

He slipped into his jacket and zipped it up before stepping outside the mansion. The sun was beating down on him and its light reflected on the windscreen of his prized car temporarily blinded him. He shaded his eyes and got in before revving up the ignition, sending a cloud of smoke and fumes to burst out of the exhaust pipe as he drove out of the heavy, armed gates.

 

Thoughts of the last two weeks crossed his minds as he crossed the Staunton lift-bridge. Who would be weird enough to take photographs of the mansion in the dead of night? A reporter, maybe? Asuka had trouble with one only weeks ago. Maybe undercover cops or the Leones? Maybe the Yakuza know who really assassinated Kenji? Either way, he couldn’t care less. As soon as he collected his money he’d be out of Liberty and back in S’Andreas where he’d stay until things died down.

 

 

The car came to a slow and ominous halt as he pulled up inside the construction site. Forensic and police tape still crossed off the area where the Yakuza and Cartel wiped each other out.

 

He jogged up to the lift and pressed the button as he had before. A strange feeling of déjà vu invaded his senses as the lift rumbled and elevated upward to the top level.

 

“Donald?” He called out as he stepped out of the lift. The area was completely empty and his call echoed throughout the premises.

 

His attention was instantly caught by the fleeting figure of someone running before scaffolding. Alarmed, Claude pulled a silenced 9mm pistol from the back of his jeans. He wasn’t taking any chances.

 

He cautiously walked forwards towards where the assailant ran and aimed his gun. “Hello? Donald?”

 

Claude breathed a sigh of relief as Donald stepped out from behind a large beam and stood immobile opposite him. An apologetic look pleaded him to get out now. He was surely in danger.

 

“Donald? What are you playing at? Where’s my money?” He demanded as he approached him. His eyes widened as he heard a footstep come out from behind him and before he could turn around to investigate he felt the nozzle of a gun press hard against the back of his head, brushing through his dark hair, and the sound of a gun being cocked.

 

“Turn around.” An all too familiar voice demanded. “Slowly.” His assailant continued as he did as he was instructed. He couldn’t believe it. Standing only a few inches away from him was that bitch he thought he had killed. For someone who had supposedly been blown to pieces looked very well. She was wearing her usual clothes and the only injury he could tell she had from the explosion was a graze to her left cheek.

 

Catalina smirked as she aimed the gun at his head. “Did you miss me, you murderous little f*cker?!”

 

“How the hell did you manage to survive that explosion?” Claude asked in disbelief as he backed away cautiously, careful not to make her snap, he knew exactly what she was capable of, and that she was all but too trigger-happy when it came to him.

 

“Stand next to Love and I’ll explain a few things.” She ordered whilst waving her gun to punctuate her words. There was no way in hell she was letting them go. “Both of you, sit down on your hands or I’ll blow your f*cking heads off!”

 

Claude dropped his gun and put his hand on his head as did Love and walked towards him slowly where they both sat next beside each other on the ground. He whispered to the other captive. “Did you set me up?!”

 

Catalina look long powerful strides and kicked Claude in the leg. “Shut up! I’ll do the talking!” She snapped aggressively before standing over them, looking at her watch in frustration.

 

“I don’t understand.” Claude trailed off. As much as he wanted answers he was only asking to act as a diversion to try and figure out a way of this. “We saw you die.”

 

Catalina corrected. “You saw an explosion.”

 

“That doesn’t understand how you could’ve escaped from the chopper before I shot it down!” He argued agitatedly. Love just looked at him worriedly. He did NOT want him to antagonize her, she’s a psycho!

 

She used her foot to get Claude’s gun away from him and crouched down to retrieve it before getting her babble on and beginning to explain. “When you trailed back and got caught in the traffic, I jumped out of the chopper and into a Cruiser, did you really think I’d be stupid enough to stay in that thing, knowing full well what you intended to do?!”

 

Claude grunted and looked over his shoulder for possible scenarios out of this. “What about Donald?” He looked at the captive to his side and continued. “What about him?”

 

“My goons took him hostage after he led you back to the construction site. I was going to kill him for what he did until I realised how useful he could be.” She revealed.

 

For the first time Love spoke up. “It’s understandable that you have connections, Catalina, but I still don’t understand who tipped you off about me being behind his job.”

 

“Surely you must’ve figured it out by now, amigo?” Catalina chuckled maniacally. How obvious did she have to make it? She looked over her shoulder whilst still aiming the gun at her captives, so if they so much as move, they’re dead. “Come out from behind there!”

 

Claude and Love both leant to the side to look behind Catalina as she turned around to face them again and their eyes instantly widened as they saw the woman step from out of the shadows. “Misty?”

 

She giggled and explained smugly. “How did you think the Cartel were always one step ahead of everyone else in the city? I’ve been on her payroll from day one.”

 

Love’s facial expressions turned to dread and revealed more of Liberty City’s darkest secrets. “But I trusted you! You were my right-hand for covering up the morgue parties!”

 

Claude looked at him in disgust. WTF? Catalina stifled a laugh and observed the time on her digital watch again before Misty continued.

 

“Only so I’d know all about your operations! You really are a sick little crack job aren’t ya?” She pulled out a gun from the back of her stockings and aimed it at Love.

 

He grimaced. “Please! No! Anything!”

 

She pulled the safety clip back and cocked her pistol which had a silencer screwed on the nozzle before aiming t directly at his head and pulling the trigger. A faint popping sound rang in the air for a split second as she flinched back from the impact. A playful smirked etched across her face.

 

“So what are we going to do about him?” She turned around and asked as Catalina looked up from her watch and smiled ominously.

 

She walked towards him and hoisted him up. There was nothing he could do. If he fought back he’d be shot and if he didn’t he’d be shot. Either way, he’s dead.

 

Catalina licked his cheek, which made him flinch away in revolt, and pushed him forward. “We’re going to kill him and then get that flight to Vice City where we’ll take a little holiday.”

 

Misty grinned uncontrollable. “Excellent.”

 

As Claude was pushed past her by his psychotic ex girlfriend, he clutched at her jacket and looked at her face. “Do you really think you’re going to live, Misty? She’ll only kill you too.”

 

She looked at him spitefully. “I’m thinking not.”

 

Catalina put her arms around him and stood over the edge of the multistory construction site and breathed a deep and heavy sigh as they looked at the city rushing by below.

 

“I guess this is goodbye.” She teased and attempted to kiss his cheek which made him back away and flinch in disgust. All the pain and misery she had caused stirred up anger which boiled over the surface.

 

His eyes bore into her as e backed away slightly. “f*ck you!”

 

“Another time maybe,” Catalina grabbed hold of his jacket and dangled him over the edge. “But right now I just wanna focus on killing you.”

 

Misty watched as she chucked him over the edge and the faint sound of a heavy crash followed a split second after. “Stupid f*cking pussy! He had the chance to kill me but never did!” She exclaimed as Misty looked over the edge at his crumple body below in unison.

 

“But was only one thing he did guess right.” Catalina trailed off to explained as she walked towards Love’s body with Misty a few meters behind her. She looked at her in confusion. “And what’s that?”

 

Catalina pulled her gun out and shot four lugs into Misty’s torso, jerking her back within impact of each shot, until she finally fell on the floor dead. “That I would kill you once I was finished!”

 

She tucked the gun in the back of her pants and grinned gleefully as she heard the sound of screeching car tyres coming to an immediate halt from below and the sound of horns ringing.

 

Catalina entered the lift and pressed the button as it went down before taking a final look at the corpses which were on the top level.

 

“It’s about time you stupid f*ck, now let’s get out of here!” She joked playfully as she approached Luigi who was waiting for her beside his limousine.

 

She walked past Claude’s corpse and chuckled. “Damn f*cking bastard!”

 

“Come on, let’s get out of here and back to our condo, I’ve been missing having you to myself these last couple of months.” Luigi grinned flirtatiously as he guided her into the back of the jet-black limo.

 

He got in after her and closed the door behind him. Catalina smirked hungrily as she observed all of Love’s money which they had stolen spread out in the back of the limo before maniacally laughing into a kiss as they drove out of the construction site, sending a cloud of smoke to veil Claude’s broken corpse.

 

END

[TonyZimmzy]

That was excellent work

 

I hope you write out one for CJ, and maybe even Tommy, because I'd love to read them aswell

[Sinful]

Holy f*ck, that's excellent.

Is this the only one? I mean, no more chapters?

Well, I guess it's better this way.

I hope you do what Zimmzy said, it'd be great.

[Oxidizer]

Thanks! I'm glad you guys liked it! I might do another one sometime. I'm still not sure yet.