Grand Theft Auto: New Madrid

[phantom2510]

Okay, so this is my fanfic, GTA: New Madrid, as you can tell by the title. I don't have all the info as of yet, but I'm working on it.

 

Anyway... The first chapter of GTA: New Madrid...

 

 

Marco’s Bistro, Saint Mark's, Portland Island, Liberty City, 2009

 

4:00 p.m.

 

In the back room of Marco’s Bistro Frankie Forelli, leader of the Forelli and Leone families, sat listening to the soft music of Double Cleff FM. He had just ordered a hit on the leader of the Yardies, King Courtney, and was waiting for his hit man to report back to him.

 

There was a knock on the door.

 

“Get in here!” Frankie practically yelled. He was incredibly anxious. King Courtney was sure to have exceptional security with him.

 

The door slowly swung open. The new guy stumbled in. “Sir, uh, it’s your, uh-” he stuttered.

 

“Well?” Frankie screamed. The new guy cringed into the corner. “Spit it out, ya dumb sh*t!”

 

“It’s your hit man, sir. He’s, uh, dead.”

 

“Damn,” Frankie said. He turned away from the new guy, his brain going a mile a minute. He turned to the new guy and screamed at him, “Don’t just stand there, moron! Get the hell outta here!” He overturned the table in the middle of the room, sending stacks of money, the telephone, and bags of SPANK flying across the room. The new guy ran from the room faster than Frankie had ever seen him run.

 

Frankie collapsed into the only chair he had left standing, and wept for his hit man. His brother, Vincent Forelli. Frankie was the older of the two by three years, and had never wanted him to die performing a hit. The phone rang across the room. He walked to the phone and answered it.

 

“What?” Frankie asked.

 

“Hello, Mr. Forelli,” a deep voice with a heavy Russian accent answered. “I’m very sorry to hear about your brother. It was my fault and I take full responsibility for it.”

 

“Who the hell is this? I swear, if I ever find out who this is, I’ll rip your freakin’ throat ou--”

 

“Shut the hell up,” the man said. “If you don’t follow my orders exactly or say anything else stupid, I’ll blow your sh*tty restaurant to smithereens.”

 

“How?”

 

“Finally a reasonable question. I have a giant bomb planted in your kitchen. If you don’t do as I ask, I will blow you and your men’s guts all over Saint Mark’s. Do

you understand?”

 

“Y-yes.”

 

“Good. Get your best man on the next flight to St. Louise, New Madrid. Okay?”

 

“O-okay.”

 

“Very well. I look forward to meeting him…”

 

Frankie hung up. He sat back down in his chair, racking his brain for his best man. Finally, he came up with an old enemy of the Forellis and Leones. He dialed the number of the man.

 

The guy at the other end answered. “Hmm?” he grunted.

 

“Hey, Claude,” Frankie said. “It’s Frankie Forelli. You know me, right?”

 

“Mm hmm,” Claude answered. “Hm?”

 

“Well, look, I know we’ve had our differences, but I need a favor. You interested?”

 

Claude grunted his agreement.

 

“Good. I need you to hop on a plane to St. Louise, okay?”

 

Claude grunted.

 

“Great. Talk to you later…”

 

Frankie hung up. He went to the corner of the room and got on the computer. He really didn’t know much about this Claude guy. All he knew about him was that he

worked for Salvatore Leone and he had a nasty habit of betraying his bosses.

 

“Let’s see…” Frankie muttered to himself, typing. “Claude Speed…”

 

Results popped up on the screen. Apparently, the guy had a pretty extensive criminal record. He had started off illegal street racing in San Andreas, then through that, he met Catalina Diaz, born in 1971, the illegitimate daughter of Ricardo Diaz and Colonel Juan Cortez’s wife. After meeting Catalina, the couple went across the country performing robberies before settling in Liberty City, where Catalina had a child, born in 1993, that belonged to another one of her partners from Los Santos in 1992.

 

After the couple abandoned Catalina’s child, they left Liberty City to rob several places up and down the east coast. In 2001, they returned to Liberty City to rob the Bank of Liberty, where Claude was betrayed by Catalina. After the Colombian Cartel blew up a police convoy, Claude climbed up the criminal ladder. Eventually, he killed Salvatore Leone.

 

After fleeing Portland, he worked for the Yakuza, eventually killing the Yakuza Waka-Gashira for Donald Love, who fled to Las Venturas shortly after. Catalina took Maria Latore hostage and killed Asuka Kasen. He killed Catalina and shot Maria, though she wasn’t killed. He had remained low on the criminal radar since then.

 

The entire thing impressed Frankie. He also saw the birth record of another Claude Speed born in 1989. He decided that that Claude Speed was the wrong one, and turned off the computer.

Edited May 18, 2009 by phantom2510