GTA 4: A New Episode

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Prologue: Two years ago the criminal food chain of Liberty City took was dramatically changed. A series of events led to the down fall of many of the City's major crime familys along with the deaths of many of the City's most wanted criminals. In the wake of these events The Kasen Yakuza have imerged from the shadows with hopes of regaining all they lost seven years ago. In these two years they have re-established their long lost casino empire in the city with the Kasen Casino built on southern side of Algonquin island with the help of multi-billionaire Arabic property developer Yusuf Amir. This large construction and the surrounding land provideing not only a legal front but also a head quarters. Though this so called business venture and the Yakuza pressence in Algonquin has pissed of their rivals The Algonquin Triads whom have lost alot due to the return of the Yakuza. Now a new chapter in Liberty City will be written, though much blood will be spilled...

The Kasen Yakuza had been active once again in Liberty City for almost a year before it's new boss arived in America, fresh from Japan. Yoshimitsu Kasen or Mr Kasen as he prefers to be known by all but his family and superiors was this new boss. The thirty six year old Yakuza mob boss was new to America but had operated in his family's organisation for most of his life back in Japan. Yoshimitsu was a mysterious man, his face always hidden by a ornate white mask which gives the appearance of a face without expression that leaves only his dark brown eyes on show along with his bald head. The reason for the mask is unclear to most people but beneath it lies horrific scars from a failed assassination attempt when he was 22, where a member of a rival Yakuza threw a granade into a hotel room where the Kasen Yakuza were having a meeting. Yoshimitsu stands around 5'11" with a strong build, his body is heavilly tattooed in a yakuza fashion where his head, hands and feet are not tattooed but the rest of his body is. Yoshimitsu is a man of strict Japanese traditions and beleifs, fully trained in the way of the Samurai he chooses to never use guns even though his men may use them he will only battle with his with fists or swords in particular his family's sword a Katana that has been past from Father to Son for many generations of the Kasen Yakuza. Though he may be the Boss here in Liberty City he still like other Yakuza Bosses around the world takes his ordered from his Father back in Japen. Since the attempt on his life back 14 years ago Yoshimitsu always travels with four men of equal height and weight who wear identical masks to him and carry simmilar swords, these dopplegangers are his personal body guards and provide any would be assasins with queit a challenge.

On the roof of the Kasen Casino a traditional Japanese garden had been created, this was Yoshimitsu's little peice of Japan in America. He dispised American culture and hated how many of his men had adopted the american life style. Every day Yoshimitsu and his four body guards trained in the garden and today was no different. The five ment were all dressed simply in black martial arts pants and shoes all with simmilar tattooed naked muscular torsos and white ornate masks. Each man moved in sync with liquid like fluidity in motion as their katana blades sliced through the air.

To day was the day, freedom. Chi Mao or Chris as he preffered to be known was a young american of chinese decent who had just finished a his sentence at Liberty City Penertentury. Chris had been involved with the The Algonquin Triads since birth. His parents Shin & Chou Mao whom were brought to Liberty City along with many other immigrants by The Algonquin Triads with this Chris was told he had to work of his parent's debt. Whilst in prison Chris had managed to keep himself to himself and avoid causeing any trouble. He was getting out on good behavour though this came at a cost. The triad gang in prison tried many times to get Chris involved in gang activity in prison but he refused. Luckily for him they didnt take any revenge inside but outside they had a plan. "PRISONER 5642. MAO, CHI!.." Yelled the prison guard as Chris's cell was opened and he was escorted of the cell block. As Chris passed other cells he got a mixed reactions. The none chinese inmates glared angrilly it him while the chinese inmates refused to look at him. After he collected his belonging and changed back into his civillian clothes he was escorted out of the prison and soon found himself on the streets of Alderny Idustrial estate. The sound of moter cycles came from the distance and took Chris's attention, his head turned to face the bikers. Recogniseing a few of the faces from working with them while in Triad. Chris nodded to the leading biker.

With a loud monsterous growl a fleet of moter cycles cruised past the prison. At the front of the convoy was Jonathan "Johnny" Klebitz, president of the Lost Moter Cycle Club who's eyes set upon Chris and nodded simply in response as he past him by. The Lost often worked for The Algonquin Triads, providing vehicle escorts and extra muscle when ever required for a price. The white power beleifs of The Angels of Death Motorcycle Club made them a problem for any gang who were not white americans, a problem The Lost were happy to deal with. The group of men all wore they uniform like jackets and vests which were covered in patches relevent to the club. As if they owned the road they cruised there way to their club house. The millitary formation soon broke up as the bikes lined up side by side along the side walk infront of the Lost MC club house. Loud music blarred from inside the building while other members of the lost hung around outside the building. Turning of his engine Johnny slowly climbed of his bike and made his way into the Club House. "HEY PROSPECT GET ME A BEER!.." Johnny yelled to a young Lost MC prospect who was working the bar. The young man was quick to grab a cold beer from the fridge and popped of the cap before sliding it across the bar to Johnny. "There you go boss.." Yelled the prospect as Johnny caught the beer and lifted it to his mouth. "Thanks Kid!.."

 

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Omar Berev leaned against the wall of the warehouse, counting the AK-47s as his handful of men wrapped them and loaded them into duffel bags. This was going to be a routine sale- just 5 AKs- nothing too serious or expensive. But even for an order this small, Omar insisted on overseeing the packing himself, micromanaging every step of the process himself. This was why he was known as a good arms dealer in Liberty, and why he commanded a lot of respect within the Petrovic family. He never messed up an order. He made sure every gun he sold was packaged with a decent amount of ammunition. For more complicated gun purchases, Omar often met with the buyers beforehand to help them pick out what weapons they wanted, and even instructed the buyers on their use.

Today was nothing that fancy, however. Today he was simply delivering two duffels- one of guns, and one of ammo, to the Angels of Death boys. Omar dealt with them on and off, and lately they had been coming to him more and more for sidearms. This was the first time they placed an order for assault rifles though. Omar knew that the Angels were having some problems across town with the other biker gang edging in on their turf, or something like that. It didn't really concern him. He knew that this order was a test run by the Angels. If it went well he knew they would want more AKs. So all Omar was concerned with was making sure the order went well, collecting his money, and making sure his buyers were happy.

"Boss, the delivery is ready." One of Omar's men told him in Russian. Nodding, he got in the passenger seat of the unassuming sedan with that man. The rest of the men stayed in the warehouse as the metal door lifted, and the car drove out to go meet the buyers.

 

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Patrick McReary leaned on the rotten sink in the Steinway Beer Garden bathrooms. He buried his face into the small heap of white powder on it, gasping as the rush reached all over his body. That took off the edge. He pulled away from the sink and sat on the bathroom floor, caring nothing that it was filthy and the entire room smelled. After a few moments the energy hit him and he sprang up, joining the othersback outside.

"You okay, Packie?" asked Gordon, passing him his beer.

"Never better, Gordon my boy. Never fucking better."

"You still haven't told us what you're going to do about the Japanese." Derrick sipped his beer nervously. His sleeves were short and Packie could see marks all over his arm where he'd pumped himself full of poison.

"What is there to do?" he demanded. "The Yakuzas want to buy us out. Which'd be alright if they wanted us to join, cause it don't matter which way we do things as long as we make money."

"Screw that!" said his older brother, surprisingly forcefully. "We're Irish. We ain't spent the last five hundred years avoidin' taking orders from the Brits just to kow tow to another set of imperialistic bastards!"

"I was getting to that," he replied. He forgot that Derrick had fought with the Provos, had stood toe to toe with the UFF and the army alike. "That ain't even a factor, Derrick. They want to buy us out, but they don't want to bring us on board. They want their own people to run the drugs in Steinway, but they want to pay us to stay out of things."

"How much?"

"A fucking pittance. They know we're a spent force since Gerry got sent down. The three of us against a hundred psycho hitmen in suits? Forget about it. They could blow us out of the water at any time. Hence the fuckin' dilemna."

"There's something else you haven't thought of," said Gordon. "Why don't we recruit? In Steinway and Purgatory there's gotta be at least a few boys from the old country, looking for work. Kasen can take out the three of us with a click of his fingers, but if we start makin' a presence? They're gonna think twice."

 

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Red blossom fell around Yoshimitsu from the trees in his roof top garden and with a final swing of his swordhe cut a single blossom in two. Then he and his four bodyguards sheathed their katanas swiftly as their training session came to a end. The four bodyguards who all looked like Yoshimitsu all moved to the perimeter of the garden leaving Yoshimitsu in the center. Yoshimitsu's eyes turned to the horizon, the sea of ski scrapers that made up Algonquin were all he could see with a low groan he shook his head indisgust. An elivator stood at the east end of the garden which was the only way to reach this roof top garden. Its doors opened and a middle aged japanese man in a black suit with glasses stepped out. The man nervously made his way towards Yoshimitsu. "Er, err Mr Kasen?..." The man muttered in english. Yoshimitsu turned to him quickly and gave him a angry stare through the eye holes of his mask. "Have you forgotten your mother tongue allready?!.." Yoshimitsu yelled angrilly in Japanese. "So... sorrys sir..." The man responded in Japanese. "I was wondering if you had made a dicission about the McRearys..." The man added as he shook in fear. "Ah, the Irish?!... They know my offer!... They can take it or lose their little business empire!..." Yoshimitsu yelled in response before turning his back to the man whom simply nodded in response before bowing respectfully then rushing back to the elevator.

It wasnt long untill Chris's cusin Ty Loh showed up. Ty pulled up in his blue Sultan RS. Ty like Chris was a the son of Chinese immigrants brought to American by the Triads and forced to work of his parants debt. Only difference Ty enjoyed the gangster life style. "Hey hey cuz!... Its good to see you! Get in.." Ty yelled, Chris sighed and made his way to the passenger side and climbed in. Chris knew the Triads outside of prison knew he hadnt shown respect to those inside and had plans to leave the Triads. "So, a little birdie tells me your planning on going straight?.." Ty asked as he drove away from the prison and into Alderny. "Yeah.." Chris replied simply as he just stared out of the window. "You cant just quit cuz!.. You need the Triads and wee need you!... Espacially since those Yakuza pricks showed up in town!.." Ty replied with his eyes fixed to the road as he cruised through Alderny. "Yakuza?... hell thats all I need a fucking war!..." Chris replied in confusion and frustration, he had no idea the Yakuza had returned to Liberty City. "Hey man you got no choice! Those Jap bastards will come for you and your family! You need the protection of the Traids!..." Ty replied as the came to the Alderny-Algonquin bridge.

"Hey Johnny the Triads called, they want to know if they got our support. Apparantly the Yakuza are muscleing on all the small time crews in town and trying to take over everything!.." The Prospect Barmen informed Johnny while he stood on the oppisite side of the bar to the clubs Prisdent. Johhny finished his beer and shook his head before looking up to the barmen. "Support?... we help them out now and then, that dont make us fucking brothers!... The Lost aint getting dragged into a fucking war!.." Johnny responded, his words got a cheer from the small army of soldiers that surrounded him in the Lost Club house. Ever since the Yakuza showed up the Triads had been paranoid that the Lost would start working for the Yakuza who allready had the Triads out maned and out gunned. Johnny shook his head before pushing his way through the crowd to the back room where he then made his way upstairs to his makeshift office/bedroom. He lay down on the old matress and tryed his best to relax. He knew he had no cance getting any sleep with the loud music below and moter cycles outside.