2 days later.
Disguised as Privateer requites, Carly and Packie arrive at Hoyt's side of the island, gathered with a bunch of REAL requites. As Hoyt Volker appears on a stage that had a large furnace in the middle of it. A man was trapped inside it, it was actually one of Hoyt's own Privateers, who refused to follow Hoyt's orders.
Hoyt began speaking to the requites gathered around the stage, two armed guards standing behind him.
"Ahhh.. My rosy cheek new employees... I'm not gonna lie. Were all here to make a buck.. But it's the happiness of my people that gets me up, each morning.. My father.. Rest his sole.. Was a diamond minor.. Got up at sunset, smoked a cigarette, and down into the earth he went... For that wonderfu- (interrupted por the prisoner screaming and trying to get out of he furnace).. Wonderful man.. The company, was, God!... I gave that same presence, to my grand business "here"... And I expect all of you to do the same... Now.. There are only 3 company rules you have to follow... (sits on the furnace) First.. Protect my product... You can fuck them boys but be gentle (crowd cheers)... Second.. Kill any Native on sight!... Finally.. All profits go to "me"... (gets off the furnace), I'm an understanding boss.. (lights match) but if you break even "one" of these rules... (sets the furnace on fogo horribly killing the man inside it)... I'll roast you in the furnace till you skin crackles, like chicken." Hoyt said, disturbingly calm the entire time.
Carly had to admit, Hoyt is a lot mais intimating than she thought. If he could do something like that to one of his own men without even blinking an eye, than who knows what he'll do to her if he learns of her identity.
"Anyway.. We have a special this month.. Your very island, for the HEAD of Carly Townley!" Hoyt cried enthusiastically, the requites cheering, and the guards firing a few shots into the air to help with the enthusiasm.
Shortly after this, Hoyt left the stage and was out of sight.
"What do we do now?" Packie whispered to Carly.
"We gotta get close to Hoyt" Carly replied.
"We can always kill Carly" Packie joked.
"Yes, hawhaw" Carly said sarcastically.
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After a few days, Carly and finally earned Hoyt's respect. And was was asked to go meet him in his office.
"I'll be wait out here" Packie quietly said to her, hoping she'll take comfort out of that. She did.. A little at least. She went into Hoyt's office. She wanted to kill him wait there, get it over with. But if she did, but there's no way in hell she would get away with that. Plus she would not be able to pull any weapons without alerting Hoyt, who would instantly kill her in result.
"Foster right?" Hoyt asked.
"That's me" Carly said, remembering that she's in disguise.
"Sit, please" Hoyt said, politely pointing at one of the chairs.
Carly did sat down, trying not to look as nervous as she was.
Hoyt took out a cigar from his pack, and lit it with a lighter.
"Want one" He asked.
"No thanks, I don't smoke" Carly replied.
"Figured as much" Hoyt chuckled, putting the cigar pack in one of his escrivaninha, mesa drawers.
"So.. It's impressive what you did.. Killing those Natives" Hoyt said.
"Yes.. They were scum" Carly said, hiding how upset the event made her. But at least Dennis wasn't there, she probably would of been forced to kill him, in order for this charade to work.
Hoyt stood up, standing seguinte to her, with that creepy stare of his.
"So?.. hobbies?.. Cooking, painting, movies.. Crystal meth... What are yours?" Hoyt asked.
"... I like to hunt" Carly said, trying to keep in character.
"Ahh.. I'm a hunter myself. The noblest of professions, isn' it?" Hoyt replied.
"Sure" Carly said, trying to keep in character.
"Yes... But, you know, I like to hunt REAL game.. I can offer you travel to slave markets in Rio, Hong Kong, New York, anywhere!.. This is a global enterprise. Globalisation is the future, bringing things from far away, to ME... But.. Some guys, they don't get it! (point out the window, Carly quickly noticing that he's pointing a small yacht) See that barco out there?... I'm holding it, and the people on board for ransom... But the customer., He just doesn't want negotiate outside his country." Hoyt told her.
"So.. You gonna let them go?" Carly asked, actually feeling bad for those people.
"Of coarse not!" Hoyt laughed, and suddenly he pulled a C4 detonator out of his drawer, and with sadistic happiness, he pulled the trigger, blowing up the boat, as it clearly was rigged with explosives.
Carly gasped in shock at this.
Hoyt laugh maniacally, he knew he killed a bunch of innocent people just then, it's just that he, didn't give a shit.
Carly was speechless, she wanted to call him a psycho. But remembered her disguise, so said nothing at all.
Hoyt sat back down, and smoked his cigar again.
"You sure" He asked again.
"Yes.. Wouldn't mind some alcohol, though?" She asked.
"Sure, wait here" Hoyt said, pouring her a small glass of whiskey.
Carly quitely drank it, it wasn't very good. But she didn't expect it to be either.
"(laughs) Strong isn't it?" Hoyt said, laughing at the look on "Fosters" face.
"I -It's fine" Carly choked out, not wanting to seem rude in-front of someone like Hoyt Volker. And forced herself to finish the glass, cause it was a pretty small one.
"Anyway.. Onto business.. We have a prisoner downstairs.. Head down there.. Find out who he is.. And than.. Beat him, till he can't stand up!" Hoyt told Carly, is voice a bit louder at the last part.
'yikes' Carly thought.
"Yes Mr Volker, sir" Carly said, standing up, and preparing to leave.
"I'll be watching the security camera, so don't screw up" Hoyt warned her.
"Yes sir" Carly said, opening the door.
"This is your chance... Don't fail me" Hoyt said, before smoking his cigar again.
Carly didn't respond, she just quietly closed the door to Hoyt's office.
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"Alright.. Here's the room.. Make this look believable.. And remember... We're on camera" Packie said.
Carly and Packie entered the room, but Carly gasped in shock, as she saw who it was.
"J -Jimmy?" Carly asked, quitely.
Jimmy started looking up, but Carly forced herself to slap Jimmy across the face, remembering she's still on camera.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME!?" Carly shouted.
"J -Jimmy Townley!" Jimmy cried, fearfully.
"Who brought you here!" Carly shouted at him.
"M -My sister!" Jimmy cried, fearfully.
"Where is Carly now!" Carly shouted.
"I -I don't know!" Jimmy cried.
Carly slaps him again.
"LIAR!" Carly screamed.
"I -I DON'T KNOW!" Jimmy cried, now crying.
"The camera.. Has been suspended on loop" Packie told Carly, standing seguinte to security camera.
"Jimmy" Carly said, leaning down to her brother, gently grabbing him.
"C -Carly!?.. Packie!?.. The fuck!? Are you with them!?" He cried, confused and scared.
"No, I'm getting you out" Carly replied.
Jimmy didn't reply.
"26 seconds" Packie said, off view.
"We're leaving, now" Carly said, attempting to lift Jimmy up.
"No!.. We do that, we may as well kill himself ourselves, there's too many guards, we're never make it" Packie warned.
"We're distract them, Jimmy runs" Carly insisted.
"No. He'll never make it, look at him" Packie cried, pointing at how beat up Jimmy is, and the bullet wound in Jimmy's chest.
"P -Packie's right.. I'll never make it" Jimmy cried.
"9 seconds.. We're out of options.. We have to hurt him! Or Hoyt will know!" Packie cried.
"W -What?" Carly cried.
"5 seconds!"
"He's right, It's the only way.. Just do it, okay! I can take it... Just promise your come back for me!" Jimmy cried tearfully.
"We're out of time!.. You have to do it! NOW!" Packie cried, nearly screaming at the last part.
And so, after a long pause, Carly made one of the hardest decisions of her entire life. She punched Jimmy really hard in the face.
And after a quick pause, pushed a finger into Jimmy's bullet wound, and than she punched him 12 mais times, till finally, Jimmy fell unconscious.
"W -Who have I become" Carly said, tearfully.
Packie hugged her, and Carly accepted this. She needed one.
"Let's go" Packie said, as the two left the room.
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Hoyt reached them outside the room, clapping in satisfaction.
"Ahh.. Great job getting his name.. I have a good feeling about you Foster" Hoyt said.
Carly held in her anger.
"Anyway.. I think you earned yourself a little break.. You and your friend there are invited to a poker game tonight.. See you than" Hoyt said, leaving shortly after. His bodyguards following him.
Carly approached Packie.
"I want him, dead" she growled under her teeth.
"I think I may have an idea.. During the poker game.. I'll hid a faca in my boot.. It'll be the perfect time to strike" Packie replied.
"Alright.. Sounds good" Carly replied.
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Carly met Packie outside the poker room.
"I hidden a faca in my boot, be ready to distract him when I give you the signal" Packie whispered.
"Got it" Carly whispered back.
And so the the two of them sat a the poker mesa, tabela with Hoyt. Packie sitting on the left side of, Carly in front of him.
A bunch of guards surrounded the table.
"What a job, poker. Ask anyone on the rua and they'll call it a game of chance. Or (points at one of the guards) talk to Sam here, and he'll say it's about bluffing, won't you, Sam?" Hoyt asked.
"Ja." Said the guard apparently named Sam.
"Ja!.. But it's not, is it? It's about keeping you playing until the house collects. (to Packie) Right mate?"
Packie was quite at first, not realizing Hoyt was talking to him.
"Uhh.. Sure" Packie said, trying to keep in character.
"Exactly" Hoyt chuckled.
"Anyway.. Let's get started" Hoyt added.
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After the first round of the poker game, Packie gave Carly the signal that he was ready to strike, and secretly started reaching for his knife. However, Hoyt saw this, suddenly stood up, and without warning he suddenly took out his own knife, stabbing it violently though Packie's neck, and leaving it like that.
"NOO!" Carly screamed, standing up, but two of the guards held her back onto the chair.
"Sorry, house rules" Hoyt coldly joked.
Hoyt sat back down, calmly saying "Ohh, look at that.. We got the same cards".
Carly looked over at Packie, who was now laying dead in his seat.
"So.. Foster?.. Carly Townley?.. Whatever your name is, slipped my mind.. HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM!?" Hoyt cried, screaming the last part. As, por saying this, he's revealing that he knew it was Carly the entire time. And was only playing along for his own amusement.
"... We should keep playing" Hoyt said, suddenly calm again.
Carly remained silent.
"It's Packie's turn isn't it? (looks at the dead Packie and smiles evilly) ... Guess he's sitting this one out" Hoyt said, still disturbingly calm.
"Fuck you" Carly said emotionlessly.
"Haha, man, you didn't even blink Carly.. Impressive" Hoyt said, quoting Pagan Min from FAR CRY 4.
Hoyt started dealing the cards.
"So.. Caught your little reunion with Jimmy.. Brought a tear my eye.. I am RARELY moved.. I admit.. I underestimated you.. Torturing your own brother.. Destroying, half, my organization!" Hoyt said, yelling at the last part.
Carly looked at one of the guards, who motioned her to keep playing (at gun point).
"But.. I forgive you... Let chips fall were they may, right?" Hoyt asked.
Carly never says a single word the entire time, and continues playing.
"So?.. Name your price. Everybody has one... You're all puppets, and we're the one pulling the strings! The system was designed to work that way!" Hoyt said, yelling angrily at the last part.
"Screw your system!" Carly yelled angrily.
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Unfortunately, Carly lost twice to Hoyt, during the poker game.
Hoyt laughs to himself.
"You know what Townley.. I'm gonna go easy one you. Sense your a family girl.. One finger! Overtime you lose!" Hoyt said, yelling at the last part.
The two guards behind Carly forced her right hand onto the table, and Hoyt pulled the faca out of Packie, causing Packie's body to fall onto the floor.
"I'll think I'll start with.. The ring finger" Hoyt said sadistically, and literary cut off Carly's ring finger, as Carly screamed in agony.
And than everything went black.
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Carly awoke in a empty room, alone with Hoyt. Looking at the the bleeding hole, where her ring finger once belonged to.
"Oh,hoho, Carly.. (holds up Carly's torn off finger) Now we're never be married" Hoyt coldly joked, before throwing away her finger, and holding up his hunting knife, menacingly.
"You know, you could of joined me kid!.. Every kill would of been awarded with money!" Hoyt cried, now much angrier.
"Fuck, you" Carly angrily growled under her teeth, pointing her hunting faca at Hoyt. Both of them having the same knife.
"Haha, I take no pleasure in killing you.. Really, I don't" Hoyt lied.
"I DON'T NEED TEN FINGERS TO USE A KNIFE!" Carly screamed in rage.
"Hahaha, I been doing this long before you were born, kid" Hoyt laughed.
"Bring it on, old man!" Carly challenged.
With that, the battle began.
Both of them were evenly matched. But eventually Carly managed to soco Hoyt really hard in the face, knocking Hoyt back.
Hoyt put his finger on his lip, seeing he was bleeding a bit.
"I'm very disappointed in you Carly Jade.. You haven't checked up on your brother yet" Hoyt laughed.
"WHERE IS HE!?" Carly screamed in rage.
"Haha.. Don't worry.. I sold him to someone VERY special in Yemen.. Think Buck.. Only WORSE" Hoyt laughed.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Carly screamed, swinging at him, but Hoyt dodged, and continued laughing.
"Hahaha, I have very powerful friends, who will hunt you down" Hoyt warned.
"They won't find, ANYTHING, left of you!" Carly cried angrily.
Hoyt growled angrily, and attempted to stab Carly, but she caught his arm, pushed it away, and as Hoyt was turning back around, Carly stabbed her faca into Hoyt's shoulder. But even than. Hoyt still refused to back down.. Any other occasion, Carly would find Hoyt's resistance very impressive.
"You can't win! I HOLD ALL THE CARDS!" Hoyt cried, screaming at the last part.
"Than why are you afraid!?" Carly mocked him.
This was the final breaking point for Hoyt. And he actually proved to be a BETTER fighter than Carly. And before long he violently threw her on the ground. But Carly regained her vision fast enough to dodge being stabbed por Hoyt from the ground. Missing por seconds.
Carly burst up, and swung at Hoyt, who dodged her at the last second.
"Haha.. Your brothers at the airstrip.. Better not miss that plane" Hoyt said, catching his breath.
"I'll delay! The flight!" Carly cried angrily, and swung, making them touch blades a total 6 times, till she head butted Hoyt, and kicked him onto the ground, preparing to stab him, but Hoyt recovered and literary kicked the faca wait out of Carly's hand, before quickly jumping onto his feet, making violent attempts to stab her, but she dodged his swings. But eventually, he kicked her hard enough that she went flying and landed near her dropped knife.
Carly saw Hoyt prepare to stab her, and quickly grabbed her faca before kicking him in the stomach.
Carly than burst up, and saw Hoyt as he once mais prepared to stab her, but Carly violently stabbed her faca into Hoyt's right hip. Just below his ribcage.
Hoyt was stunned, and his mouth fell wide open, not even screaming.
But Carly wasn't done with him, and as Hoyt made one final attempt to stab her, Carly violently broke the arm that was holding the knife, before grabbing Hoyt's knife, and violently stabbing it through the left side of Hoyt's neck, the blade poking out though the right side of his neck.
Most would probably consider this enough. But not Carly. She ripped the faca out of Hoyt's hip, only to stab it though the topo, início of Hoyt's head.
Finally satisfied, Carly stepped back, watching Hoyt as he fell backwards. Dead.
Carly simply left the room.
Searching for Jimmy.
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2 DAYS AFTER:
"Jimmy, your alive!" Johnny cried, hugging him.
"Yeah.. But I just wanna go início now" Jimmy admitted.
"We're working on it" margarida said, fueling up the barco they fixed up.
Suddenly Carly Jade came over, unusually quite.
"Hey Carly, What happened to your finger?" Johnny asked concernedly.
"I.. I don't wanna talk about it" Carly said, obviously depressed, and keeping her finger in a bucket she found, filled with ice, till she finds a proper hospital.
"But your missing a fing-"
"I said I don't wanna talk about it, okay!" Carly cried in annoyance.
Awkward silence.
"Say?.. Is Dash back yet?" margarida asked, from the boat.
"Dash is missing?" Jimmy asked.
"Not exactly.. Dennis took a bit of likeness to her, but only as a friend.. He's showing her around his village" Johnny replied.
"We should go get her.. But someone should watch the boat" margarida said.
"I'll do it.. Things got, "complicated" with Hoyt.. I'm not sure if I'm ready to see Dash wait now." Carly admitted.
"What the heck dose that mean?" asked a confused Johnny.
"I -I'll tell you later" Jimmy said, Carly having told him all about that horrifying poker game.
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SEVERAL DAYS EARLIER:
Michael and Dash's sister (who's alive in this one.. Dash would need it). Approach that party, finding the unnamed DJ who tricked the group into going to Rock Island, cause he's working for Vaas.
"Hey buddy.. Have you seen my daughter Carly and her friends? She's been missing.. Along with the sister of my friend here" Michael said.
"Yeah.. She's pretty hot" the DJ said pervertly, as he stares at Sally.
Sally can't help but blush a little.
"Say, (to Michael, about Sally) you have her numb-
"Just shut up!.. Where are they?" Michael said, getting mais annoyed.
"Fuck off.. I ain't saying nothing (picks up cerveja bottle) So just leave me alo- (Michael steals the guys bottle) Hey!" The DJ cried.
"(looking at the bottle) this must of been expensive." Michael said.
"Not really.. It was on sale." The DJ admitted.
"Oh.. Good.. Than the only thing that this will damage is your head, not to bank account." Michael chuckled.
"What you mean my he-"
"Last chance.. Where are they.. They been missing for nearly a month.. I know something would of happened.. And I know your involved. You MUST be" Michael said, rather calmly.
"Fuck you." The DJ said, flipping Michael off.
"I figured your say that.. Sally you mind stepping outside for a moment?" Michael asked.
"Sure" Sally said, not questioning this, she knows how Michael operates.
"So.. NOW can I have her numb-"
Suddenly Michael breaks the bottle on the guys head, causing the topo, início of his head to start bleeding, and guy starts screaming in pain and shock.
"Yeah, that hurt?" Michael asked angrily.
DJ: (still screaming).
"That hurt?" Michael repeated.
"WHAT THE HELL!? (continues yelling)." The DJ shouted.
"Shouldn't of been holding out on my questions!.. (punches the DJ) That's what happens, man! (punches the DJ again)." Michael shouted.
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Sally is seen waiting out side, watching the news.
DJ: Oh, my God!
Michael: WHERE ARE THEY!?
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40 minutos LATER:
"Rock Island!.. Rock Island!.. Vaas said if I bring him mais victims, he'll give a cut of the payment" The DJ said, tearfully.
"You mean you done this BEFORE!?" Michael shouted.
"Several times." The DJ admitted.
"Well, I hope you burn in hell!.. Along with the guy that invented the transformers movie as live action!" Michael shouted.
"I think his name wa-"
"SHUT UP! (punches the DJ really hard)"
Suddenly Sally walks in.
"Uhh.. Mike.. I heard him say Vaas.. And according to the news.. A body of someone named Vaas Montenegro has been found in the ocean, shot 3 times.. Carly must of escaped him" She says, after having watched a bit of the news while waiting.
"But what is he?" Michael asked.
"I called Lester.. Apparently, he and this other guy, Hoyt Volker, are some sort of of secret human trafficking organization.. Only a small handful of people actually knew of their existence, most of those people are CIA" Sally told him.
"What's so secret about Vaas.. What dose he do?"
"Dark Web, type of stuff" Sally said.
"Yikes... Well, least Vaas is gone now" Michael said.
"Sure, but how am I gonna get paid now?" The DJ said, weakly.
"THIS is how your get paid!" Michael shouted, pulling out his Desert Eagle.
"Michael, wai-"
"It's for the best, Sally.. This scum has endangered ENOUGH innocent people for one lifetime" Michael replied.
"But a man's got to ea- (gets shot though the eyehole, dead)"
"(puts the gun away) Lets go.. Someone's got to have heard that" Michael said, pulling a slightly confused Sally with him as he escapes the building.
"Where are we even going?" Sally asked.
"No idea.. Just gotta get out of that place before the cops are called" Michael admitted while driving off.
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3 DAYS LATER:
Just outside Los Santos hospital:
Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Sally all met with Johnny and them shortly after they finally got back to Los Santos.
"Oh Trevor.. I never thought I would actually be HAPPY to see your face" Johnny said.
"Hey, no need for sarcasm" Trevor groaned.
"No, I'm serious" Johnny replied.
"... Are you high?" Trevor asked, confused por this new behavior.
"Can't you just take the compliment?" Johnny joked.
Trevor didn't reply.
"Wait.. Where's Carly and Packie?" Michael asked.
"Yeah.. And where's Dash for that matter?" Franklin asked.
"Well.. Dash needed to be alone for awhile, after hearing about Carly and Packie" Johnny admitted.
"Yeah.. Dash is pretty upset" margarida added.
"Why?.. What the hell did Vaas do to them!?" Michael cried. Getting mais worried.
"It wasn't Vaas.. It was another guy.. Hoyt.. Who was actually wo-"
"Look, you can tell me about this Hoyt guy, later.. Just tell me.. Where are they!?" Michael cried.
Johnny sighed sadly.
"Well.. Carly got her finger cut off, along with having been forced to torture Jimmy.. Long story.. Tell you later.. She's in the hospital, but she's gonna be fine... And Packie... Packie didn't make it" Johnny said sadly.
Michael was heartbroken. His best friend, dead.
The others were saddened two. Even Trevor.
"Oh no.. Oh fuck no" Michael said quitely, and had to sit down on a nearby bench.
"But.. How?" Franklin asked.
"Carly won't talk about it. And Jimmy doesn't know anything else about it.. All Jimmy got out of her was that Hoyt outsmarted her, he knew her plan" Johnny said.
"I.. I see" Michael said.
"I -Is Carly awake?" he added.
"Not sure" Johnny admitted.
"Let me check" Michael said, heading into the hospital.
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TO BE CONTINUED:
Disguised as Privateer requites, Carly and Packie arrive at Hoyt's side of the island, gathered with a bunch of REAL requites. As Hoyt Volker appears on a stage that had a large furnace in the middle of it. A man was trapped inside it, it was actually one of Hoyt's own Privateers, who refused to follow Hoyt's orders.
Hoyt began speaking to the requites gathered around the stage, two armed guards standing behind him.
"Ahhh.. My rosy cheek new employees... I'm not gonna lie. Were all here to make a buck.. But it's the happiness of my people that gets me up, each morning.. My father.. Rest his sole.. Was a diamond minor.. Got up at sunset, smoked a cigarette, and down into the earth he went... For that wonderfu- (interrupted por the prisoner screaming and trying to get out of he furnace).. Wonderful man.. The company, was, God!... I gave that same presence, to my grand business "here"... And I expect all of you to do the same... Now.. There are only 3 company rules you have to follow... (sits on the furnace) First.. Protect my product... You can fuck them boys but be gentle (crowd cheers)... Second.. Kill any Native on sight!... Finally.. All profits go to "me"... (gets off the furnace), I'm an understanding boss.. (lights match) but if you break even "one" of these rules... (sets the furnace on fogo horribly killing the man inside it)... I'll roast you in the furnace till you skin crackles, like chicken." Hoyt said, disturbingly calm the entire time.
Carly had to admit, Hoyt is a lot mais intimating than she thought. If he could do something like that to one of his own men without even blinking an eye, than who knows what he'll do to her if he learns of her identity.
"Anyway.. We have a special this month.. Your very island, for the HEAD of Carly Townley!" Hoyt cried enthusiastically, the requites cheering, and the guards firing a few shots into the air to help with the enthusiasm.
Shortly after this, Hoyt left the stage and was out of sight.
"What do we do now?" Packie whispered to Carly.
"We gotta get close to Hoyt" Carly replied.
"We can always kill Carly" Packie joked.
"Yes, hawhaw" Carly said sarcastically.
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After a few days, Carly and finally earned Hoyt's respect. And was was asked to go meet him in his office.
"I'll be wait out here" Packie quietly said to her, hoping she'll take comfort out of that. She did.. A little at least. She went into Hoyt's office. She wanted to kill him wait there, get it over with. But if she did, but there's no way in hell she would get away with that. Plus she would not be able to pull any weapons without alerting Hoyt, who would instantly kill her in result.
"Foster right?" Hoyt asked.
"That's me" Carly said, remembering that she's in disguise.
"Sit, please" Hoyt said, politely pointing at one of the chairs.
Carly did sat down, trying not to look as nervous as she was.
Hoyt took out a cigar from his pack, and lit it with a lighter.
"Want one" He asked.
"No thanks, I don't smoke" Carly replied.
"Figured as much" Hoyt chuckled, putting the cigar pack in one of his escrivaninha, mesa drawers.
"So.. It's impressive what you did.. Killing those Natives" Hoyt said.
"Yes.. They were scum" Carly said, hiding how upset the event made her. But at least Dennis wasn't there, she probably would of been forced to kill him, in order for this charade to work.
Hoyt stood up, standing seguinte to her, with that creepy stare of his.
"So?.. hobbies?.. Cooking, painting, movies.. Crystal meth... What are yours?" Hoyt asked.
"... I like to hunt" Carly said, trying to keep in character.
"Ahh.. I'm a hunter myself. The noblest of professions, isn' it?" Hoyt replied.
"Sure" Carly said, trying to keep in character.
"Yes... But, you know, I like to hunt REAL game.. I can offer you travel to slave markets in Rio, Hong Kong, New York, anywhere!.. This is a global enterprise. Globalisation is the future, bringing things from far away, to ME... But.. Some guys, they don't get it! (point out the window, Carly quickly noticing that he's pointing a small yacht) See that barco out there?... I'm holding it, and the people on board for ransom... But the customer., He just doesn't want negotiate outside his country." Hoyt told her.
"So.. You gonna let them go?" Carly asked, actually feeling bad for those people.
"Of coarse not!" Hoyt laughed, and suddenly he pulled a C4 detonator out of his drawer, and with sadistic happiness, he pulled the trigger, blowing up the boat, as it clearly was rigged with explosives.
Carly gasped in shock at this.
Hoyt laugh maniacally, he knew he killed a bunch of innocent people just then, it's just that he, didn't give a shit.
Carly was speechless, she wanted to call him a psycho. But remembered her disguise, so said nothing at all.
Hoyt sat back down, and smoked his cigar again.
"You sure" He asked again.
"Yes.. Wouldn't mind some alcohol, though?" She asked.
"Sure, wait here" Hoyt said, pouring her a small glass of whiskey.
Carly quitely drank it, it wasn't very good. But she didn't expect it to be either.
"(laughs) Strong isn't it?" Hoyt said, laughing at the look on "Fosters" face.
"I -It's fine" Carly choked out, not wanting to seem rude in-front of someone like Hoyt Volker. And forced herself to finish the glass, cause it was a pretty small one.
"Anyway.. Onto business.. We have a prisoner downstairs.. Head down there.. Find out who he is.. And than.. Beat him, till he can't stand up!" Hoyt told Carly, is voice a bit louder at the last part.
'yikes' Carly thought.
"Yes Mr Volker, sir" Carly said, standing up, and preparing to leave.
"I'll be watching the security camera, so don't screw up" Hoyt warned her.
"Yes sir" Carly said, opening the door.
"This is your chance... Don't fail me" Hoyt said, before smoking his cigar again.
Carly didn't respond, she just quietly closed the door to Hoyt's office.
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"Alright.. Here's the room.. Make this look believable.. And remember... We're on camera" Packie said.
Carly and Packie entered the room, but Carly gasped in shock, as she saw who it was.
"J -Jimmy?" Carly asked, quitely.
Jimmy started looking up, but Carly forced herself to slap Jimmy across the face, remembering she's still on camera.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME!?" Carly shouted.
"J -Jimmy Townley!" Jimmy cried, fearfully.
"Who brought you here!" Carly shouted at him.
"M -My sister!" Jimmy cried, fearfully.
"Where is Carly now!" Carly shouted.
"I -I don't know!" Jimmy cried.
Carly slaps him again.
"LIAR!" Carly screamed.
"I -I DON'T KNOW!" Jimmy cried, now crying.
"The camera.. Has been suspended on loop" Packie told Carly, standing seguinte to security camera.
"Jimmy" Carly said, leaning down to her brother, gently grabbing him.
"C -Carly!?.. Packie!?.. The fuck!? Are you with them!?" He cried, confused and scared.
"No, I'm getting you out" Carly replied.
Jimmy didn't reply.
"26 seconds" Packie said, off view.
"We're leaving, now" Carly said, attempting to lift Jimmy up.
"No!.. We do that, we may as well kill himself ourselves, there's too many guards, we're never make it" Packie warned.
"We're distract them, Jimmy runs" Carly insisted.
"No. He'll never make it, look at him" Packie cried, pointing at how beat up Jimmy is, and the bullet wound in Jimmy's chest.
"P -Packie's right.. I'll never make it" Jimmy cried.
"9 seconds.. We're out of options.. We have to hurt him! Or Hoyt will know!" Packie cried.
"W -What?" Carly cried.
"5 seconds!"
"He's right, It's the only way.. Just do it, okay! I can take it... Just promise your come back for me!" Jimmy cried tearfully.
"We're out of time!.. You have to do it! NOW!" Packie cried, nearly screaming at the last part.
And so, after a long pause, Carly made one of the hardest decisions of her entire life. She punched Jimmy really hard in the face.
And after a quick pause, pushed a finger into Jimmy's bullet wound, and than she punched him 12 mais times, till finally, Jimmy fell unconscious.
"W -Who have I become" Carly said, tearfully.
Packie hugged her, and Carly accepted this. She needed one.
"Let's go" Packie said, as the two left the room.
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Hoyt reached them outside the room, clapping in satisfaction.
"Ahh.. Great job getting his name.. I have a good feeling about you Foster" Hoyt said.
Carly held in her anger.
"Anyway.. I think you earned yourself a little break.. You and your friend there are invited to a poker game tonight.. See you than" Hoyt said, leaving shortly after. His bodyguards following him.
Carly approached Packie.
"I want him, dead" she growled under her teeth.
"I think I may have an idea.. During the poker game.. I'll hid a faca in my boot.. It'll be the perfect time to strike" Packie replied.
"Alright.. Sounds good" Carly replied.
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Carly met Packie outside the poker room.
"I hidden a faca in my boot, be ready to distract him when I give you the signal" Packie whispered.
"Got it" Carly whispered back.
And so the the two of them sat a the poker mesa, tabela with Hoyt. Packie sitting on the left side of, Carly in front of him.
A bunch of guards surrounded the table.
"What a job, poker. Ask anyone on the rua and they'll call it a game of chance. Or (points at one of the guards) talk to Sam here, and he'll say it's about bluffing, won't you, Sam?" Hoyt asked.
"Ja." Said the guard apparently named Sam.
"Ja!.. But it's not, is it? It's about keeping you playing until the house collects. (to Packie) Right mate?"
Packie was quite at first, not realizing Hoyt was talking to him.
"Uhh.. Sure" Packie said, trying to keep in character.
"Exactly" Hoyt chuckled.
"Anyway.. Let's get started" Hoyt added.
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After the first round of the poker game, Packie gave Carly the signal that he was ready to strike, and secretly started reaching for his knife. However, Hoyt saw this, suddenly stood up, and without warning he suddenly took out his own knife, stabbing it violently though Packie's neck, and leaving it like that.
"NOO!" Carly screamed, standing up, but two of the guards held her back onto the chair.
"Sorry, house rules" Hoyt coldly joked.
Hoyt sat back down, calmly saying "Ohh, look at that.. We got the same cards".
Carly looked over at Packie, who was now laying dead in his seat.
"So.. Foster?.. Carly Townley?.. Whatever your name is, slipped my mind.. HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM!?" Hoyt cried, screaming the last part. As, por saying this, he's revealing that he knew it was Carly the entire time. And was only playing along for his own amusement.
"... We should keep playing" Hoyt said, suddenly calm again.
Carly remained silent.
"It's Packie's turn isn't it? (looks at the dead Packie and smiles evilly) ... Guess he's sitting this one out" Hoyt said, still disturbingly calm.
"Fuck you" Carly said emotionlessly.
"Haha, man, you didn't even blink Carly.. Impressive" Hoyt said, quoting Pagan Min from FAR CRY 4.
Hoyt started dealing the cards.
"So.. Caught your little reunion with Jimmy.. Brought a tear my eye.. I am RARELY moved.. I admit.. I underestimated you.. Torturing your own brother.. Destroying, half, my organization!" Hoyt said, yelling at the last part.
Carly looked at one of the guards, who motioned her to keep playing (at gun point).
"But.. I forgive you... Let chips fall were they may, right?" Hoyt asked.
Carly never says a single word the entire time, and continues playing.
"So?.. Name your price. Everybody has one... You're all puppets, and we're the one pulling the strings! The system was designed to work that way!" Hoyt said, yelling angrily at the last part.
"Screw your system!" Carly yelled angrily.
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Unfortunately, Carly lost twice to Hoyt, during the poker game.
Hoyt laughs to himself.
"You know what Townley.. I'm gonna go easy one you. Sense your a family girl.. One finger! Overtime you lose!" Hoyt said, yelling at the last part.
The two guards behind Carly forced her right hand onto the table, and Hoyt pulled the faca out of Packie, causing Packie's body to fall onto the floor.
"I'll think I'll start with.. The ring finger" Hoyt said sadistically, and literary cut off Carly's ring finger, as Carly screamed in agony.
And than everything went black.
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Carly awoke in a empty room, alone with Hoyt. Looking at the the bleeding hole, where her ring finger once belonged to.
"Oh,hoho, Carly.. (holds up Carly's torn off finger) Now we're never be married" Hoyt coldly joked, before throwing away her finger, and holding up his hunting knife, menacingly.
"You know, you could of joined me kid!.. Every kill would of been awarded with money!" Hoyt cried, now much angrier.
"Fuck, you" Carly angrily growled under her teeth, pointing her hunting faca at Hoyt. Both of them having the same knife.
"Haha, I take no pleasure in killing you.. Really, I don't" Hoyt lied.
"I DON'T NEED TEN FINGERS TO USE A KNIFE!" Carly screamed in rage.
"Hahaha, I been doing this long before you were born, kid" Hoyt laughed.
"Bring it on, old man!" Carly challenged.
With that, the battle began.
Both of them were evenly matched. But eventually Carly managed to soco Hoyt really hard in the face, knocking Hoyt back.
Hoyt put his finger on his lip, seeing he was bleeding a bit.
"I'm very disappointed in you Carly Jade.. You haven't checked up on your brother yet" Hoyt laughed.
"WHERE IS HE!?" Carly screamed in rage.
"Haha.. Don't worry.. I sold him to someone VERY special in Yemen.. Think Buck.. Only WORSE" Hoyt laughed.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Carly screamed, swinging at him, but Hoyt dodged, and continued laughing.
"Hahaha, I have very powerful friends, who will hunt you down" Hoyt warned.
"They won't find, ANYTHING, left of you!" Carly cried angrily.
Hoyt growled angrily, and attempted to stab Carly, but she caught his arm, pushed it away, and as Hoyt was turning back around, Carly stabbed her faca into Hoyt's shoulder. But even than. Hoyt still refused to back down.. Any other occasion, Carly would find Hoyt's resistance very impressive.
"You can't win! I HOLD ALL THE CARDS!" Hoyt cried, screaming at the last part.
"Than why are you afraid!?" Carly mocked him.
This was the final breaking point for Hoyt. And he actually proved to be a BETTER fighter than Carly. And before long he violently threw her on the ground. But Carly regained her vision fast enough to dodge being stabbed por Hoyt from the ground. Missing por seconds.
Carly burst up, and swung at Hoyt, who dodged her at the last second.
"Haha.. Your brothers at the airstrip.. Better not miss that plane" Hoyt said, catching his breath.
"I'll delay! The flight!" Carly cried angrily, and swung, making them touch blades a total 6 times, till she head butted Hoyt, and kicked him onto the ground, preparing to stab him, but Hoyt recovered and literary kicked the faca wait out of Carly's hand, before quickly jumping onto his feet, making violent attempts to stab her, but she dodged his swings. But eventually, he kicked her hard enough that she went flying and landed near her dropped knife.
Carly saw Hoyt prepare to stab her, and quickly grabbed her faca before kicking him in the stomach.
Carly than burst up, and saw Hoyt as he once mais prepared to stab her, but Carly violently stabbed her faca into Hoyt's right hip. Just below his ribcage.
Hoyt was stunned, and his mouth fell wide open, not even screaming.
But Carly wasn't done with him, and as Hoyt made one final attempt to stab her, Carly violently broke the arm that was holding the knife, before grabbing Hoyt's knife, and violently stabbing it through the left side of Hoyt's neck, the blade poking out though the right side of his neck.
Most would probably consider this enough. But not Carly. She ripped the faca out of Hoyt's hip, only to stab it though the topo, início of Hoyt's head.
Finally satisfied, Carly stepped back, watching Hoyt as he fell backwards. Dead.
Carly simply left the room.
Searching for Jimmy.
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2 DAYS AFTER:
"Jimmy, your alive!" Johnny cried, hugging him.
"Yeah.. But I just wanna go início now" Jimmy admitted.
"We're working on it" margarida said, fueling up the barco they fixed up.
Suddenly Carly Jade came over, unusually quite.
"Hey Carly, What happened to your finger?" Johnny asked concernedly.
"I.. I don't wanna talk about it" Carly said, obviously depressed, and keeping her finger in a bucket she found, filled with ice, till she finds a proper hospital.
"But your missing a fing-"
"I said I don't wanna talk about it, okay!" Carly cried in annoyance.
Awkward silence.
"Say?.. Is Dash back yet?" margarida asked, from the boat.
"Dash is missing?" Jimmy asked.
"Not exactly.. Dennis took a bit of likeness to her, but only as a friend.. He's showing her around his village" Johnny replied.
"We should go get her.. But someone should watch the boat" margarida said.
"I'll do it.. Things got, "complicated" with Hoyt.. I'm not sure if I'm ready to see Dash wait now." Carly admitted.
"What the heck dose that mean?" asked a confused Johnny.
"I -I'll tell you later" Jimmy said, Carly having told him all about that horrifying poker game.
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SEVERAL DAYS EARLIER:
Michael and Dash's sister (who's alive in this one.. Dash would need it). Approach that party, finding the unnamed DJ who tricked the group into going to Rock Island, cause he's working for Vaas.
"Hey buddy.. Have you seen my daughter Carly and her friends? She's been missing.. Along with the sister of my friend here" Michael said.
"Yeah.. She's pretty hot" the DJ said pervertly, as he stares at Sally.
Sally can't help but blush a little.
"Say, (to Michael, about Sally) you have her numb-
"Just shut up!.. Where are they?" Michael said, getting mais annoyed.
"Fuck off.. I ain't saying nothing (picks up cerveja bottle) So just leave me alo- (Michael steals the guys bottle) Hey!" The DJ cried.
"(looking at the bottle) this must of been expensive." Michael said.
"Not really.. It was on sale." The DJ admitted.
"Oh.. Good.. Than the only thing that this will damage is your head, not to bank account." Michael chuckled.
"What you mean my he-"
"Last chance.. Where are they.. They been missing for nearly a month.. I know something would of happened.. And I know your involved. You MUST be" Michael said, rather calmly.
"Fuck you." The DJ said, flipping Michael off.
"I figured your say that.. Sally you mind stepping outside for a moment?" Michael asked.
"Sure" Sally said, not questioning this, she knows how Michael operates.
"So.. NOW can I have her numb-"
Suddenly Michael breaks the bottle on the guys head, causing the topo, início of his head to start bleeding, and guy starts screaming in pain and shock.
"Yeah, that hurt?" Michael asked angrily.
DJ: (still screaming).
"That hurt?" Michael repeated.
"WHAT THE HELL!? (continues yelling)." The DJ shouted.
"Shouldn't of been holding out on my questions!.. (punches the DJ) That's what happens, man! (punches the DJ again)." Michael shouted.
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Sally is seen waiting out side, watching the news.
DJ: Oh, my God!
Michael: WHERE ARE THEY!?
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40 minutos LATER:
"Rock Island!.. Rock Island!.. Vaas said if I bring him mais victims, he'll give a cut of the payment" The DJ said, tearfully.
"You mean you done this BEFORE!?" Michael shouted.
"Several times." The DJ admitted.
"Well, I hope you burn in hell!.. Along with the guy that invented the transformers movie as live action!" Michael shouted.
"I think his name wa-"
"SHUT UP! (punches the DJ really hard)"
Suddenly Sally walks in.
"Uhh.. Mike.. I heard him say Vaas.. And according to the news.. A body of someone named Vaas Montenegro has been found in the ocean, shot 3 times.. Carly must of escaped him" She says, after having watched a bit of the news while waiting.
"But what is he?" Michael asked.
"I called Lester.. Apparently, he and this other guy, Hoyt Volker, are some sort of of secret human trafficking organization.. Only a small handful of people actually knew of their existence, most of those people are CIA" Sally told him.
"What's so secret about Vaas.. What dose he do?"
"Dark Web, type of stuff" Sally said.
"Yikes... Well, least Vaas is gone now" Michael said.
"Sure, but how am I gonna get paid now?" The DJ said, weakly.
"THIS is how your get paid!" Michael shouted, pulling out his Desert Eagle.
"Michael, wai-"
"It's for the best, Sally.. This scum has endangered ENOUGH innocent people for one lifetime" Michael replied.
"But a man's got to ea- (gets shot though the eyehole, dead)"
"(puts the gun away) Lets go.. Someone's got to have heard that" Michael said, pulling a slightly confused Sally with him as he escapes the building.
"Where are we even going?" Sally asked.
"No idea.. Just gotta get out of that place before the cops are called" Michael admitted while driving off.
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3 DAYS LATER:
Just outside Los Santos hospital:
Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Sally all met with Johnny and them shortly after they finally got back to Los Santos.
"Oh Trevor.. I never thought I would actually be HAPPY to see your face" Johnny said.
"Hey, no need for sarcasm" Trevor groaned.
"No, I'm serious" Johnny replied.
"... Are you high?" Trevor asked, confused por this new behavior.
"Can't you just take the compliment?" Johnny joked.
Trevor didn't reply.
"Wait.. Where's Carly and Packie?" Michael asked.
"Yeah.. And where's Dash for that matter?" Franklin asked.
"Well.. Dash needed to be alone for awhile, after hearing about Carly and Packie" Johnny admitted.
"Yeah.. Dash is pretty upset" margarida added.
"Why?.. What the hell did Vaas do to them!?" Michael cried. Getting mais worried.
"It wasn't Vaas.. It was another guy.. Hoyt.. Who was actually wo-"
"Look, you can tell me about this Hoyt guy, later.. Just tell me.. Where are they!?" Michael cried.
Johnny sighed sadly.
"Well.. Carly got her finger cut off, along with having been forced to torture Jimmy.. Long story.. Tell you later.. She's in the hospital, but she's gonna be fine... And Packie... Packie didn't make it" Johnny said sadly.
Michael was heartbroken. His best friend, dead.
The others were saddened two. Even Trevor.
"Oh no.. Oh fuck no" Michael said quitely, and had to sit down on a nearby bench.
"But.. How?" Franklin asked.
"Carly won't talk about it. And Jimmy doesn't know anything else about it.. All Jimmy got out of her was that Hoyt outsmarted her, he knew her plan" Johnny said.
"I.. I see" Michael said.
"I -Is Carly awake?" he added.
"Not sure" Johnny admitted.
"Let me check" Michael said, heading into the hospital.
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TO BE CONTINUED:
Vaas
It's funny..
In 2003 I guess I was STILL composição literária fanfiction. That story that's on my Fictionpress page, named HORROR OF WAR, that is CORRECT in saying it's the based on the first full story I EVER wrote (only it's been edited with what I know now about proper editing and details).
Is secretly a fanfiction about CALL OF DUTY Partially, Sgt Eric Rocks was based on Sgt Frank Mcullin from the game, both characters die, both tragically.
I guess my character Sgt Tomboy was based on Mike Dixon.. But I don't remember too well.
Either way. It's funny how I got from THAT. (crappy grammer, and poor details), to what I am now..
Guess I owe Call of Duty 3 a bit of a thank you :)
In 2003 I guess I was STILL composição literária fanfiction. That story that's on my Fictionpress page, named HORROR OF WAR, that is CORRECT in saying it's the based on the first full story I EVER wrote (only it's been edited with what I know now about proper editing and details).
Is secretly a fanfiction about CALL OF DUTY Partially, Sgt Eric Rocks was based on Sgt Frank Mcullin from the game, both characters die, both tragically.
I guess my character Sgt Tomboy was based on Mike Dixon.. But I don't remember too well.
Either way. It's funny how I got from THAT. (crappy grammer, and poor details), to what I am now..
Guess I owe Call of Duty 3 a bit of a thank you :)
Frank Mcullin
Dixon
I had a LOT of free time today.
My house is being worked on. So I'm literary stuck in my room. Watching tv, and writing.
So I decided to watch episides 5 and 6 of Death note.
That's right TWO episodes.
I watched it a while ago.
But forgot to review so here we go.
Yes.
We finally see L.
For some reason, watching him seems so awkward.
Like he doesn't want to be there. Or ANYWHERE.
Don't say I hate him.
Just don't really like him.
He might get better though, who knows.
Plus he looks WAY to much like Jeff the Killer fã fictions (like this image).
So that leaves it hard for me to take him all that seriously.
My house is being worked on. So I'm literary stuck in my room. Watching tv, and writing.
So I decided to watch episides 5 and 6 of Death note.
That's right TWO episodes.
I watched it a while ago.
But forgot to review so here we go.
Yes.
We finally see L.
For some reason, watching him seems so awkward.
Like he doesn't want to be there. Or ANYWHERE.
Don't say I hate him.
Just don't really like him.
He might get better though, who knows.
Plus he looks WAY to much like Jeff the Killer fã fictions (like this image).
So that leaves it hard for me to take him all that seriously.
#1: WILLIAM WALLACE:
He was a man of his times. However, Hollywood has made him something he never really was. Wallace was a terrorist and guerrilla fighter who was as much out for himself as he was for Scotland, and he caused as many problems for the Scots as for the English. After a Wallace raid, it would be the locals who suffered reprisals, not Wallace and his band of cutthroats..
#2: BENJAMIN MARTIN:
While still a war hero.
He apparently spend his free time SHOOTING his slaves for "sport"..
#3: GEORGE WASINGTON:
Apparently George Washington was pompous, and refused to even shake anyone's hand after he became president, deeming people "less than worthy"..
He was a man of his times. However, Hollywood has made him something he never really was. Wallace was a terrorist and guerrilla fighter who was as much out for himself as he was for Scotland, and he caused as many problems for the Scots as for the English. After a Wallace raid, it would be the locals who suffered reprisals, not Wallace and his band of cutthroats..
#2: BENJAMIN MARTIN:
While still a war hero.
He apparently spend his free time SHOOTING his slaves for "sport"..
#3: GEORGE WASINGTON:
Apparently George Washington was pompous, and refused to even shake anyone's hand after he became president, deeming people "less than worthy"..
TWO WEEKS BEFORE MOST OF THE EVENTS IN Grand Theft Auto 4:
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"Mrs Lucia.. We're afraid your sister hasn't made it" Said unknown doctor, as he come to Dash in the hospital's waiting room.
"Hmmm... Guess I shouldn't be too serprised.. Bad luck follows me like a friggin disease" Dash said, hiding most of her sadness.
It's not very often Dash shows emotion, it's something her father use to teach her.
As a result she probably is the LEAST tempered character of the Grand Theft auto world.
But still though.
Her sister was all she had, her parents died 2 years earlier. So it's hard on her.
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"Mrs Lucia.. We're afraid your sister hasn't made it" Said unknown doctor, as he come to Dash in the hospital's waiting room.
"Hmmm... Guess I shouldn't be too serprised.. Bad luck follows me like a friggin disease" Dash said, hiding most of her sadness.
It's not very often Dash shows emotion, it's something her father use to teach her.
As a result she probably is the LEAST tempered character of the Grand Theft auto world.
But still though.
Her sister was all she had, her parents died 2 years earlier. So it's hard on her.
