Chapter 1: The Dangerous Streets of Liberty City

*Sandy's Diner, 9:30 a.m.*

Dan shifted impatiently in the diner booth waiting for his breakfast. "Come on dammit! I haven't got all day! I've got a frickin' job interview at ten freaking thirty now if you don't bring me my goddamned breakfast I'm gonna do something that is not nice!!!" he screamed at the waitress, a ditzy, bubble gum cracking blonde as she strolled by and responded with a giggle, while all the other customers present just looked at Dan in confusion.

Dan grunted in defeat and sat back down in his booth and tried to occupy himself by reading the daily paper when he could still feel the eyes upon him. He looked up to see the other customers still eyeing him, an elderly couple sitting a couple booths down from him, a younger man with bright red hair wearing a Hawaiian shirt, a younger fancily dressed married couple, and a grungy trucker, and the elderly couple could be heard muttering something about him. He had finally had enough and slammed his fist down on the table, his face turning beat red at the same time. "What?!?" he shouted. The other customers then shot their glances away from him and returned to what they were previously doing.

With their attention diverted, Dan returned to reading the paper, reading the current headline of the Liberty Tree newspaper about a mysterious hold up on the Callahan Bridge. Apparently a police convoy had been transporting several inmates to the Liberty City Correctional Facility when they were held up by gang members wielding automatic rifles. The event was followed by an explosion that tore the bridge apart, separating it from the rest of the city. "The people of this city. Nobody abides by the law these days." he thought as he shook his head and turned to the sports section.

Life had not been good for Dan as of late. He had recently been fired from his job at Love Media, his girlfriend of two years dumped him after his best friend betrayed him by telling her about him getting drunk and sleeping with a stripper at a co-worker's bachelor party, his apartment had been burglarized last week and the police still had not caught the culprit, some maniac from the Diablos had stolen his car a week ago, he had to be hospitalized recently after getting into a fight with a large biker, and all around everybody had been treating him like shit, even his own family. Right now all Dan wanted to do was get his breakfast and then make his way to King Industries for his job interview and then hopefully receive the job and make a fresh start from there.

He had little money since being fired from his job at Love Media so he had decided to use what little money he had and spend the morning having breakfast at Sandy's Diner. Dan sat in the booth dressed in a nice blue suit with a red tie and well polished black Armani loafers. He also had his bright red hair slicked back and wore a gold Rolex watch his old boss Donald Love had given to him. He glanced down to see that is was 9:30 a.m. "Dammit! With this service I'm gonna be late for sure and not get that job! Especially with this ditzy bitch that's serving me!" he thought to himself and began nervously tapping his knife on the table top.

After waiting for a couple more minutes, Dan's meal finally arrived, a double stack of pancakes with a side order of eggs and sausage links and a large coffee. "Finally, I thought I'd be getting arthritis sitting here." He anxiously grabbed his utensils and dug into his pancakes and eggs, only to spit them out a second later. "What the fuck is this shit?" He then grabbed his coffee and took a swig, only to spit it out realizing that it was too cold. "What the fuck do these people cook in this fucking shithole?" he blurted out.

Dan stood up and grabbed the waitress and spun her around so she faced him, "Now you look here you goddamned bitch! I've been sitting here for over an hour waiting patiently expecting to get some wholesome pancakes and eggs and a nice warm coffee and all I get is this shit? What the fuck is wrong with you people here?" Dan shouted getting in the woman's face.

The frightened woman just stood there shaking uncontrollably. She dropped the pitcher she held in hand, splattering scalding hot coffee all over the checker print tiled floor beneath her. "Well?" Dan shouted as he got further into her face, to the point where she was able to feel his hot breath upon her nose. The woman stood still like a deer caught in a car's headlights and slowly opened her mouth to speak. "Ditto..." was the only word to escape her mouth.

"Ditto? Ditto! I'll show you 'ditto' lady!"

BAM!!!

The waitress fell back onto the tiled floor with a bullet hole between her eyes, blood gushing out of the wound nonstop as she fell back to the floor. All of the customers screamed out in horror as Dan stood above her dead body with a smoking Colt .45 handgun raised. His once slicked back red hair was now frizzy, his blue eyes had an insane bloodshot look, and his face had contorted into a deranged facade.

"'SSSSSSSSSSSS DANNY!!!!!!!" he screamed and began firing his pistol at all of the other customers, killing all of them with lethal body shots that sprayed their blood all over the floor, walls, windows, and furniture, painting the entire room a dark crimson color. Dan decided that he wasn't done with everybody in the main room so he ejected the empty clip and slapped a fresh clip into his Colt .45 and proceeded for the back kitchen.

Dan stepped into the back kitchen where he was instantly met with the confused looks of the cooks, waiters, waitresses, and bussers. "Uh, excuse me, sir. You're not supposed to be back here." a cook said as he slowly walked up to Dan. "Oh, I'm not. I am so sorry to inconvenience you sir," Dan said bowing to the cook, "Please forgive my rudeness." With lightning speed, Dan snatched a meat cleaver and brought it down on top of the cook's head all the way down to his groin, splitting the man in half and covering the floor with his internal organs.

Everybody screamed. "That'll teach you all to cook me a bad meal!" and with those words Dan pulled out his Colt .45 and began shooting, immediately dropping two cooks. Dan then walked over to a frightened teenage busboy. "Oh but you must forgive my behavior...NOT!!!" he then grabbed the teenager by the back of the head and shoved his face down into a pot of boiling water and held him down until he struggled no more.

"Die you freak!" a waiter called out as he charged Dan with a large butcher knife raised above his head. Dan pulled out a Colt Python magnum and shot the man in the chest, leaving a large gaping hole where his heart once was. "Carlos!" another waiter called out as he rushed over to his deceased friend. "Don't worry, my friend. Its time for you to join him!" Dan then shot the man twice, blowing both of his arms off. He then shot the man in the stomach, exposing his intestines and the man buckled forward, still alive but dying rapidly from excessive blood loss. Dan then killed three additional people with well placed shots to their heads and chests until only one man survived.

The cook was a short balding man wearing stained apron and was covered in the blood of his co-workers. He saw Dan slowly approaching him and began whimpering like a small child, "No! Please...don't kill me!" he begged as he sunk down to his knees. Dan grabbed the man and threw him against a shelf knocking the contents onto the floor. "Aw c'mon buddy, what did I ever do to you?" Dan pointed the gun right in the man's face, "I'll tell you what you did you balding fat ass! You undercooked my fucking meal!!! How the hell do you expect me to function correctly on a day when I can't eat some fucking well cooked pancakes and eggs and drink coffee that tastes like goat piss! Huh? Where the fuck did you learn how to cook from? Your blind uncle Jimmy Jack Dumbfuck?!?"

The man looked at Dan in a stupor, "What? You killed all those people over that? Aw c'mon buddy it can't be the end of the world because of something as petty as that. Can it?" Dan chuckled, "No, it's not the end of the world, but it is the end of your life!" Dan fired the gun and the cook let out another ear-piercing scream.

The cook nervously felt around his body feeling that he hadn't been shot and then turned to see that Dan had purposely shot the wall behind him. "Y-Y-You didn't kill me!" the cook blurted out. Dan smiled, "Not yet, but I will now!" He then shot the man in the groin causing him to howl in pain. He then jammed the gun into the cook's mouth and pulled the trigger again, splattering blood and brain matter all over Dan, "Dammit you just ruined a good suit you asshole!" Looking back at all the damage he had just caused he decided that it was time to leave.

Dan walked into the men's restroom and cleaned himself up and then stepped out onto the street and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a hand grenade and looked around to see that nobody was watching and then pulled the pin and rolled the grenade into the diner and casually walked away.

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

Within seconds the area where the diner once stood disappeared in a bright reddish-orange blaze sending debris flying everywhere within a thirty foot radius. A large crowd of onlookers swarmed the scene within seconds and two large fire engines appeared to combat the blaze. Dan knew that his time here was finished and hailed a cab. The cab slowly pulled up and Dan entered telling the driver to take him to King Industries.

*Back of a Liberty City taxi cab, 9:45 a.m.*

Dan sat in the back of a taxi cab which reeked of Indian spices and camel manure being driven by an Indian man with a long black beard wearing a turbin atop his head. Dan sat back looking out the side window and listening to Chatterbox FM on the radio where D.J. Lazlow was once again trying to help a caller sort out his daily problems.

"Caller you are on the air!" Lazlow chimed. "Uh hey Lazlow, uh yeah I kind of have a problem, but I think it might be a little too embarrassing for me to say here on the radio. People are gonna think I'm insane, but I'm not!" a nervous sounding man said hurriedly. "Its okay, sir. This is Chatterbox FM, no problem is too great for yours truly to handle." "Uh well, I kind of think something is out to get me. I know my mama told me that the monster under the bed doesn't exist, but I think there's a monster looking into my apartment every night. I'm serious! I see these glowing red eyes staring in on me at night. I think this thing's trying to kill me! I don't know what to do! Nobody will help me! They all wanna throw me in an insane asylum!" the caller frantically bellowed. "Now, now sir, no need to freak out. Just stop taking that SPANK stuff that's going around the streets and take your vitamins and say your prayers. Okay next caller!"

"Da' freaks dat live in dis city! Makes me wish I was back home in me good ol' Calcutta!" the driver whined as he came to a stoplight waiting for all of the people to cross the street. Dan looked out the window and observed all the different walks of life in Liberty City mixing together, the hookers, pimps, businessmen, laborers, joggers, homeless people, teenagers, and general scum. Dan looked out to the side window when he spotted an expensive looking white Cossie that was turning over onto the street the taxi was positioned at when a thug dressed in Diablo gear ran up and knocked the driver out of the car and then proceeded to speed away in the expensive car. "You see wut I'm tellin' ya'! Nuttin' but freaks live in dis 'ere city!" Dan only nodded in silent agreement. The light switched green and the taxi continued on.

The taxi moved down past a couple shops, an outdoor restaurant, a couple warehouses, and an auto garage before it came to a road under heavy construction. "Aye as if mah day couldn't get any worse! Dese 'ere worker pansies gotta set up shop in dis 'ere street and only waste more a' mah time!" the cab driver shouted as he pounded furiously on his steering wheel and began flipping off all of the construction workers.

Dan meanwhile sat in the back feeling his anger rising. "Must...contain...anger! Must contain...urge...to kill!" he kept repeating to himself as he could feel his face turning a beat red color, the bloodshot stare returning to his eyes, and his face contorting with anger. "Gonna...kill...something!" he grunted as he looked ahead at the cab driver, "Gonna...kill...the driver...if...something isn't done...about...this mess!" Dan was trying to contain his urge to kill by cracking his knuckles and banging his head against the backseat, but it was no use as Dan began to giggle dementedly and reached down for the cool steel grip of his Colt Python.

Finally Dan raised his gun to fire when a siren pierced through the air like a razor-sharp dagger. "Oh great! Just great! Da' cops! I 'spose dere gonna stick dere noses 'ere de don't belong!" the driver moaned as he pulled over to the side.

A bright red Banshee with two white stripes down the center zoomed past the taxi cab and mowed down several construction workers. Dust kicked up by the Banshee filled the taxi blinding both Dan and the driver, but Dan was able to look out the window long enough to see five police cruisers and a helicopter flying overhead to pursue the suspect. Seconds later, the cab was struck by a large force from behind that sent it flying head on into an auto garage.

Moments later a shaken Dan emerged from the totalled taxi cab to see that they had been struck from behind by a police car that had swerved out of control while pursuing the red Banshee. The officer in the car had been killed after his head connected with the dashboard full force, snapping his neck in two. Dan saw that the officer had a SPAS-12 pump action shotgun laying at his side so he immediately snatched it up along with the other remaining shotgun shells. "Thank you for allowing me to borrow your toy Mr. Officer. Now to exact some revenge!" he said with a creepy smile.

Dan stormed over towards the group of construction workers when the cab driver called out, "Eh man! You still have ta pay fer dat ride I gave ya'! Akhmed don't give free rides! Akhmed don't deserve dis you crazy idiot! Akhmed has wife and ten children to support livin' in a cardboard shack down by da river!" A dastardly grin spread across Dan's face, "Oh really?" Dan reached into his coat and pulled out an MP-5 submachine gun and unloaded an entire clip on the side of the taxi, turning both the car and the driver into Swiss cheese. "There, now Akhmed ain't got no wife and kiddies to support. They're gonna be selling themselves on the streets just like everybody else does in this city. Trust me pal, I just did you a favor." he cackled and returned to his intended target, the construction workers.

The construction workers were still standing around in awe after what had just transpired between the police and the criminal on the run. All of the construction workers were dressed in white and pink t-shirts and really short cutoffs. "Damn, that was one helluva police chase don't you all think?" the lead worker asked all of his subordinates in a high-pitched feminine voice with a slight lisp. All of the workers shook their heads and replied in similar high-pitched feminine tones. "Geez have I just wandered across a gay pride rally or something?" Dan thought to himself as he walked intently towards the group of homosexuals.

"You!!!" he shouted pointing in the workers' direction. "What is it handsome?" the lead worker asked, "And make it a quickie 'cause me and my boys have to rehearse for our gig tonight down at the Y.M.C.A." Just listening to the worker's feminine voice made him snap, "You! Its because of you and your butt buddies sitting around ramming each other up the ass that I was just forced to end an innocent man's life!!!"

"Whoa there buddy, we've done no such thing. Now care to join us for some good ol' fashion pudding?" "Grrrrrrrrr...bullshit!" Dan growled and punched the man square in the face knocking some of his teeth out. "Y.M.C.A. this ass rammer!" Dan shouted as he proceeded to stomp the man's head in repeatedly until he was rewarded with the cracking sound of the man's skull and blood splattering all over his right loafer, leaving a solid shoe print in the pile of goo that was once the man's head.

"Antoine!" an African-American construction worker called out, "Let's get him boys!" A gang of twenty construction workers charged for Dan some armed with hammers, sledgehammers, 2x4s, and lead pipes, most with just their fists. "This is gonna be fun." Dan thought to himself as he reached into his pant pocket, producing a bottle of adrenaline pills and popping one into his mouth. With his strength, stamina, and speed boosted he immediately got to work.

The first worker tried to swing a lead pipe at Dan, who ducked under the attack and quickly jabbed the man in the face repeatedly and ended it with a power punch that sent the man's skull fragments flying into his brain, killing him instantly. "Ace! I will avenge you!" another worker shouted and charged to avenge his fallen comrade, only to be met with three roundhouse kicks to the face, a soccer kick to the groin, several jabs to the stomach, and an uppercut with snapped his neck and sent his limp body flying into the air and into a burning barrel, charring the corpse's torso beyond recognition. A third worker then attacked with a hammer, only to have his weapon snatched out of his hands and his skull beaten in until it cracked and his cerebral medulla spilled out onto the concrete.

Dan's suit was now stained with more blood, only causing his blood to boil even more. He looked up at the construction workers who were bobbing around back and forth egging on one of their co-workers to attack, "You get him Gary!" "Why me?" the worker protested, "Because you're the fastest runner out of all of us numb nuts!" another called out. Gary, the fourth worker came charging at Dan as fast as he could, only to have Dan's open hand plunge straight into his chest and then have his heart ripped out and stomped on. With Dan distracted, a fifth worker leapt into the air and attempted to land on Dan using his body mass as a weapon, only to be intercepted in mid-air and then have his skull shattered as Dan powerbombed him into the concrete. A sixth worker then charged, only to be met with a knee to the groin followed by an elbow butt that snapped his spinal cord in two. "Can't you people do any better than that? I've barely broken a sweat yet!"

Two additional workers stood off to the side nervously holding each other's hand, "Well Gus, its now or never." a tall, thin man said. "I know, if we did in this whole thing I'll never forget you and you're fried chicken." replied his short, chubby African-American counterpart. Both workers ran up and tried to surround Dan by getting on both sides of him with their arms extended, Dan used this to his advantage and grabbed them by the back of their heads and smashed their skulls together with such force that both of their faces were completely obliterated and their blood sprayed everywhere within a five foot radius. Trying his luck with a weapon, a ninth worker charged with a sledgehammer raised high above his head letting out a feminine roar. Dan tripped him and then grabbed the sledgehammer and slammed the man's head down into his stomach, causing him to literally shit out his intestines. The tenth worker to attack was much larger than most of his co-workers and tried to grapple with Dan while he was distracted. Dan whirled around and stomped on the man's foot and then used his remaining strength to tear the man's arms from their sockets and then beat him mercilessly with them. The ten remaining workers stood back nervously staring at Dan and debating whether or not they should attack.

Feeling his adrenaline rush wearing down, Dan quickly popped in another adrenaline pill and charged up his inner energy as the workers egged on the fattest worker present to attack Dan. Dan used the man's sluggish movement to his advantage and tripped the man and then used his enhanced strength to throw the man high into the air until he connected with a fast moving Linerunner semi truck, splattering blood, limbs, and internal organs all over surrounding buildings and passing vehicles. The twelfth construction worker came at Dan and went began doing Kung Fu movements and shouting like Bruce Lee in his martial arts movies. Dan let out his own Kung Fu yell and executed a flip kick on the man followed by several roundhouse and hook kicks and finished with a Dim Mak technique that was so powerful the man's heart exploded and he vomited blood before dying. Dan did a flying dash at a thirteenth worker and clamped his hand around the man's throat, squeezing until the man's eyes popped out of his head. Three workers attempted to grab Dan at once, who responded by grabbing one of the workers by the arm and spinning him around, using him as a human weapon. After knocking down the two other workers, he threw the man he held with such force he tore the man's arm off and sent the rest of the man flying into a trash compactor, sending blood gushing into the air like Old Faithful erupting. Dealing with the two downed workers, Dan dug his hand into the first man's stomach and ripped his intestines out and then proceeded to shove them down the other man's throat, causing him to choke to death on them.

Dan stood tall and let out a mighty roar and then looked over to the four remaining workers who looked on in horror, all wetting themselves simultaneously. "Who's next?" he asked with a demonic grin. All of the workers began to run away in opposite directions when Dan pull out his Colt Python. He saw a the oldest worker trying foolishly to hobble away and fired two shots at him, taking out both of his legs from underneath him. Dan cackled as the man screamed out in pain and elaborated whether or not he should go over there and finish him off. Dan decided that he would let the man live and let him slowly bleed to death for it would be no fun if the man didn't get to suffer before he died. Next Dan turned his attention to a worker who was racing down the street and about to pass under a piano hoisted in the air by a moving company. Dan seized the opportunity and shot the rope out, bringing the piano down to the ground at full force and crushing the hapless worker.

Dan walked further on in search of the last two workers when he found them cowering in an alley with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Dan didn't even bother to say anything as he fired a single round into the back of one of the workers' heads, which then traveled straight into the other worker's forehead. "One shot! One kill!" Dan smirked as he twirled the magnum around his finger like he was in a Spaghetti Western. He then looked down to his watch, "Oh shit! 10:15! I'm gonna be late! I have to find some wheels fast!" He then began to run down the street leaving the scene of his latest rampage.

*A block away, 10:20 a.m.*

Dan raced down Goddard Ave. at top speed, knocking down several people as he made his way to find a method of transportation to reach King Industries. He knew he was going to be late for sure and it was making him angrier with every passing second. His anger continued to rise until he saw a souped-up 4x4 parked outside the Liberty City Municipal Bank. "Score!" Dan ran towards the vehicle until he was interrupted by the ringing of the bank's alarm bell followed by four heavy-set South American men dressed in tropically embroidered shirts, snake skin cowboy boots, jeans, and ten gallon poacher-style hats rimmed with gator teeth bursting out the front doors all carrying M-16s in one hand and large burlap sacks in the other, members of the Colombian Cartel!

"Excuse me, gentlemen!" Dan called out. The four South Americans stopped and looked at Dan in a stupor. "I hope its not much of me to ask you, but I need to borrow your vehicle, don't worry I promise to bring it back in good condition!"

The four men continued looking at Dan and then broke out in a riotous laughter, "Eh, Pepe, Carlos, Diego, check it out, this yankee here wants to borrow our wheels!" the leader blurted out and broke back down into his uncontrollable laughter, to the point where he began to hiccup. "Eh essa, you must think you a tough man. Try to ask for our wheels." another scoffed.

A look of disappointment appeared on Dan's face, "Uh no, you don't understand, I REALLY need a ride. I have a job interview at King Industries in less than ten minutes and if I don't make it I'm toast. Now give me the keys to your vehicle or else I am going to do something that is not nice." The familiar chemical disturbance began to boil inside his head, which occurred in times of extreme stress, giving him the urge to snap and kill without remorse. He could feel the muscles in his arms and legs tensing up and his head began to twitch.

The Columbians roaring laughter grew even louder to the point where they dropped their weapons and began rolling around on the concrete, "Seriously gringo! You've gotta shut up 'cause you're killin' all of us man!" The leader then motioned for his men to cease their laughter and raised his M-16 at eye level pointing it at Dan, "You stuck your head in the wrong place, Senor Dickhead. I ain't got no problem wasting a weak white boy. Say your prayers to my M-16!" the man clicked his gun and prepared to fire.

"No. Why don't you say your prayers to my M-60, chico?" Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a large M-60 heavy machine gun and his face contorted with his maniacal glare, "Say hi to Satan for me, tell him Danny sent you!" With those words, Dan pulled down on the trigger and a loud hum filled the air, followed by the screaming lead flying through the air.

The four Colombians were literally sent through a blender as they were shredded into tiny strips by the force of the machine gun, all wailing in agony as their chests were opened up and blood began raining all over the concrete, followed by bits of internal organs and then arms and legs gorging more blood as they flew into the air. Dan continued firing until the chain of bullets ran dry, leaving his arms numb from the recoil of the gun. He stood smiling silently as he watched a river of blood formed from the bodies flow into nearby drainage grates.

People around him screamed and began running as fast as their legs could take them. Cars on the streets began crashing into each other and overturning as the drivers witnessed the horrifying sight and began to scramble away from the scene. "Eh, I've already killed those dipshits. Might as well continue since I'm on such a role at this moment." Dan thought to himself and then pulled his Colt M-4 out of his shoe.

Dan looked to his left where a Landstalker came speeding at him at full force. Dan flashed his middle finger at the driver and opened fire. The driver was killed instantly, causing the S.U.V. to swerve out of control and go crashing into a fire hydrant, creating a fountain that shot nearly twenty feet into the air. Several people pressed themselves against the large window of Uncle Tony's Pizzeria to see what was happening outside when they were met with the image of Dan standing before him with M-4 trained on their now frightened faces. Before a sound could be made, Dan pressed down on the trigger and fired into the establishment until his clip ran dry. Smiling to himself, Dan slapped a fresh clip into his rifle and continued about his dirty work.

He turned onto Terrace Blvd. where he came across a diverse group of people waiting at the nearest bus stop and walked up to them. "Excuse me folks, when does the next bus arrive to pick you up? Oh wait a minute! The bus isn't coming to pick you up!" he pulled the trigger, sending blood, bone, organ, and skin tissue flying through the air, forming a lake of crimson blood beneath the pile of fifteen corpses. Before Dan could move on, he heard a blood-curdling shriek come from the pile.

Dan walked over to find a still living man in a business suit who spasmed on the ground with bullet holes in his legs, right arm, chest, and stomach, but yet somehow lived. He approached the man, whose eyes grew wide as saucers and skin pale as a ghost as his assailant stood over him. "No...please...don't...kill me!" Dan let out a disgusted sigh and emptied what was left of his current clip into the man's face, kicking up both flesh and concrete with every bullet shot into the ground, "Geez can't you people even die right?"

A familiar siren filled the air, a sound heard more than once around all parts of Liberty City on a daily basis. The sound was then followed by the screeching of tires, a car door slamming shut, and then the clicks of pistols.

"L.C.P.D.! Drop your weapon and put your hands up! Do it now you son of a bitch!" an impatient yet authoritative voice called out. Dan turned around with gun raised to see two L.C.P.D. officers standing with their weapons trained intently on him, the first a Caucasian man of medium height armed with a Beretta 9mm. handgun, the second a taller, younger African-American man armed with a chromed shotgun. Dan knew that this was not over, but had a plan in mind and threw the M-4 down to the ground.

"Alright! Alright already! You win! Sheesh!" Dan called out as he raised his hands above his head and sunk down to his knees. The officer ran up to Dan and pulled out his handcuffs, "Boy oh boy, buddy! You are in for some serious jail time after what you've just done!" the officer remarked as he hurried over to Dan with the cuffs in one hand and pistol in the other.

Dan let out a low chuckle as the officer bent down with the handcuffs, "Actually, you're in trouble now officer! I ain't gettin' busted over this nonsense!" With lightning speed, Dan whipped out a baseball bat and struck the officer with a powerful swing that sent him spiraling into the air. Droplets of blood sprayed from the cop's mouth and he spit out a tooth, "You know you're hurting yourself more than you am me. You're the one who's risking your life."

"Shut up and BLEED you motherfucker!" Dan growled as he brought the bat down again, leaving a dent in the man's skull and then another which completely shattered it and formed a pool of blood around the man's head.

"Jenkins!" the African-American officer shouted, "Your ass is mine you punk ass biatch!" he shouted as he fired a shell at Dan. Dan quickly ran around the place as the officer fired shell after shell at him, waiting for the man to run out of ammo. Finally, the cop ran out of ammo and went to reload when Dan made his move. "Night night officer!"

KA-SHUNK! BL-BLAM!!!

The officer's upper torso went flying back several feet, spewing out intestines as he fell back to the concrete. The officer used what remaining strength he had to look over and see his legs lying on the concrete with the stump of his spinal cord hanging out. Dan had disemboweled the man with a point-blank shotgun blast from his own gun and stood there lovingly stroking the shotgun as he examined his dirty work. Dan then walked over to the dying officer and trained the gun on the man's forehead, "All I wanted to do was get to my job interview! A fucking job interview! What could less could a man ask for, but no! Those ass ramming construction workers had to provoke me into violence followed by those faggot Cartel members! You should've arrested them for starting this shit in the first place! Because of them...I did all of this. Now you're just another victim!"

KA-SHUNK! BL-BLAM!!!

Blood splattered all over Dan's pants as he fired the shell into the cop's forehead, completely destroying any trace of what once stood there. More sirens filled the air. Dan ejected the empty shell cartridge ready for another fight.

Six additional squad cars raced to the scene of the carnage, all swerving to complete stops and nearly colliding with each other in the process to form a makeshift barricade. Two officers stepped out of each car, bringing the total to twelve officers altogether, armed with Colt .45, H&K VP-70, Beretta, and Browning handguns, and Benelli M-1, Remington, Mossberg, and SPAS-12 shotguns, all clicking them simultaneously.

"Stop where you are! You are under arrest! Give up now or we will be forced to open fire!" the lead officer called out. "We've got you locked down punk! There's no escape!" another called out. "When we bust your ass we're gonna personally see to it that you get the biggest, nastiest cell mate known to man!" a third called out waving his shotgun in the air. Dan just stood there with his shotgun still raised, until an idea popped into his head.

"Hey guys look! A genuine Liberty City prostitute!" he pointed straight behind them. "Where?" the officers turned around looking in all directions. "Is she hot?" another called out, "Does she have big tits and a tight ass?" another called out, "Is she any better in bed than the chief's mother?" a fourth called out, prompting disgusted sighs from the other officers present. With the officers distracted, Dan reached behind his ear and pulled out an M-79 grenade launcher, "Surprise!"

Dan pulled the trigger, sending an explosive shell whizzing through the air until it connected with one of the squad cars, resulting in a bright explosion that engulfed the other patrol cars, incinerating all of the officers and creating even greater explosions that scorched all of the surrounding buildings. A mushroom cloud rose into the heavens in the aftermath, causing the demonic look of joy on Dan's face to grow even wider.

Even more sirens filled the air this time coming from the opposite direction. Dan turned around to see twelve more squad cars come racing at him. "Get that guy!" one of the officers called out as the officers piled out of their cars and began firing at Dan, who ducked behind a scorched station wagon to avoid the bullets whizzing past his head. The officers still carried handguns and shotguns, but now some were carrying hand-held uzis.

Dan pulled out a twin set of TEC-9 uzis and began firing back at the officers, immediately dropping one of fell to his knees clutching his chest. Dan then took a risky move, leaping onto the hood of a totalled pickup truck. The bullets continued to rush at him from all directions, some ripping the bottom of his suitcoat as he flew through the air. He landed on the hood of one of the burnt out squad cars and fired again, dropping two additional officers who yelped in defeat as they fell to the ground, all the while Dan continuously laughed like a demon from Hell as he dished out death and destruction to his hated foes.

Dan fired an additional round which went straight into the windpipe of an officer with an MP-5, a fountain of blood spraying a foot into the air before he fell dead slumped against a patrol car. Another man was struck repeatedly in the stomach, falling face down to the ground and lurching around until he drowned in a pool of his own blood. Dan then pulled out his Colt M-4 and fired an entire barrage of hot lead into one of the patrol cars until the engine overheated and detonated, blowing it sky high and taking with it the lives of ten additional officers.

By then, most of the surviving officers were running low on ammunition and began falling back as they realized that their fight against this madman was hopeless. "Retreat!" an officer ordered as he fired what was left of his shotgun shells at Dan. Dan fired what was left of his current M-4 clip into the man, who convulsed as cascades of blood shot out of his body from ten different holes and onto the patrol car he was thrown against. He then pulled out his Colt .45 and fired what was left of that current clip, to be rewarded with the sound of four additional thuds echoing from the street as the heavy bodies hit the ground.

"Sweet victory!" Dan exclaimed as blood and internal organs rained down upon him, turning his once blue suit into a crimson shade of red. Four officers had survived the onslaught and made their hasty retreat. "I'll let you pigs live for now. I'll eventually get you later one way or another." he said as a grin spread across his face. Dan then turned his attention away from them and took the time to evaluate the damage he had just caused.

The scene of Dan's latest atrocity looked like a scene straight out of a post-apocalyptic sci-fi war movie. Several police cars lay totalled with their lights still flashing, all damaged by high-powered bullets and covered with the blood of the officers he had just massacred, others completely engulfed and still burning rampantly with pillars of smoke rising endlessly into the sky above. Corpses lay sprawled all over the street and sidewalks, all lying in twisted positions of agony with looks of fear etched permanently on their rugged faces, some totally disfigured by gunfire. Dan smiled at the beauty of their blood converging together and forming tiny rivers that flowed into the storm drains. All surrounding buildings within a twenty foot radius had been scorched, some with windows shattered and burning signs still hanging from their posts. Lightpoles had been knocked over and crushed surrounding vehicles parked on the side of the street. The scene was too much for Dan to contain and he broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter and would continue for several minutes as he looked down at his watch.

The grin quickly disappeared as he looked down at his watch.

"Eleven o'clock! Holy fucking shit!!! I'M LATE!!!!!!!!!!!" Dan screamed as he holstered the M-4 and began dashing down the street desperately seeking another mode of transportation. He bobbed and weaved his way around the police cruisers and hopped over the corpses littering the ground until he came to the end of the current street he was on and found a man waiting at a stoplight mounted on a PCJ-600 crotch-rocket. He quickly ran up to the man and clotheslined him from his bike, "Sorry pal I need to borrow this! Urgent situation!"

Dan gunned the motorcycle's engine and peeled down the street, prompting the angry honks and obscenities of the drivers in the taxis, sports cars, S.U.V.s, and large cargo trucks waiting at the opposite stoplights.

*Within a few blocks from King Industries, 11:15 a.m.*

Dan took a sharp right onto 11th. St., nearly knocking down an entire group of people waiting to cross the street and kicking up water on a group of fancily dressed businessmen. He then accelerated and dashed between two large semi trucks and weaved around a Bobcat pickup truck and dashed in front of a Diablo Stallion, prompting both the driver's angered beeping followed by, "Hey dipshit, what the fuck are you doing homes? Nobody cuts off Jorge and lives!" he growled.

The angered Hispanic driver then picked up speed and began to tail Dan on his motorcycle. Dan saw the man behind him and smiled, "Yes, follow me you fool! I'll lead you to your death like I have the other scum!" he then popped a wheelie and sped past a Landstalker S.U.V. "Oh you think you're so good! I'll show you!" the driver, a mother with her three children in the vehicle, called out. She then put on her shades and picked up speed in pursuit of Dan.

Dan drove further on, cutting in front of a Sentinel driven by two dangerous Mafia hitmen. "Yo' Luigi, get your Tommygun out! We're gonna teach that punk that you don't cut in front of the Mafia!" the driver ordered his passenger, who snickered in agreement and drew his Tommygun out.

Next Dan nearly collided with a small van spray painted tie-dye with a large peace sign on the back door, causing the driver to drop his bong. "Dude! That was such a buzz kill! I guess I'm gonna have to get even with that ungroovy man now!" the hippie said to himself as he stepped down on the gas.

In front of the tie-dye van, Dan gunned his engine too loud next to a farm truck filled with pigs in the back, prompting the frightened squeals from all of them and causing the old farmer driving to spill his beer and spit his tobacco all over the windshield, "That crazy punk! I'll show that you man why he's gotta get his ass off a tha' road now!" the driver grumbled and reached for his Colt .45 handgun.

Dan raced down the street with his only concerns being to avoid the people who were now tailing him and making his way to King Industries in one piece. He looked in the rear-view mirror to see the Diablo Stallion now gaining on him and about to pull up alongside of him. "Eh essa! You think you can fuck wit' a Diablo, boy homes you been thinkin' wrong!" the man hollered edging closer into Dan's lane, attempting to ram into him and send him flying through the air. The man then produced a 9mm. handgun and fired numerous shots at the motorcycle, one bullet striking the bike only inches away from Dan's right hip. Dan waited for the man to run out of bullets and then reached into his pocket and produced another hand grenade, which he tossed in through the man's open window. The man then began screaming violently and careened off onto a sidewalk and head on into a crowded coffee shop, followed seconds later by a large explosion that completely totalled the small building.

The Landstalker S.U.V. then charged at Dan with suicidal speed and soon found itself alongside Dan. "Ahm one hawt mama, yer nawt!" the woman shouted with traces of a Southern drawl in her voice. Listening to the woman's squawkish voice irritated Dan and withdrew his MP-5 and fired rounds into the vehicle until flames appeared. "Not mah car and mah kiddies!" the woman shouted before her vehicle burst into flames and her hideous drawl was forever silenced with the wails of her children still flying into Dan's ears.

Next, the tie-dyed van and the farm truck both appeared side by side with the farmer firing shots at Dan's bike, only nailing the pavement around him. The hippie in the van laughed at the farmer, "Dude! You so couldn't hit the broad side of a barn! I mean man, if you're gonna be some murderer you should at least be able to hit somethinga! Ha ha!"

The farmer shot the hippie an angry glare and then raised his gun, squeezing out another shot which exploded between the hippie's eyes, shattering his shades and sending bits of brain flying all over the front interior of the van. The hippie's prone form then collapsed over the steering wheel of his van and his right foot pressed on the gas pedal. The van then accelerated and ran onto a median, prompting several frightened bystanders to scatter to opposite sides of the street. The van then knocked over a fire hydrant, several benches, parking meters, trashcans, bushes, and telephone booths before smashing into a Gash clothing store and exploding into a pile of twisted metal.

The farmer in the truck continued his hot pursuit of Dan, launching his truck up to over 120 miles, dodging all other incoming vehicles in a blur determined to get back at the man who had scared the shit out of his helpless hogs. "Yer ass is mine ya' little whipper snapper!" the farmer said as he loaded a fresh clip into his Colt .45 and smiled with malicious intent as he was determined to end Dan's life for his wrongdoing. The man squeezing the trigger, sending a round of hot lead flying at the man on the motorcycle, who ducked his head down at the last second and flashed his middle finger back at the farmer, infuriating him even more.

Dan looked over his shoulder constantly to see the turquoise farm pickup truck following him with fanatical persistence. "Goddamn you old man! I'm already late for my job interview at King Industries and I don't need any more grief from you than I already have." A second later, the old farmer fired another shot, shattering Dan's left rear-view mirror and another which destroyed his rear light. "I'm just gettin' started sonny!" the old farmer called out as he fired a third short, whizzing by the left side of Dan's head and tearing a chunk of his sportcoat off.

"Damn I sure underestimated this old fart." Dan thought to himself as he ran a red light, causing a Yankee transport truck to go crashing into a light pole and a Cheetah convertible to knock over a fire hydrant. The pickup truck still defiantly pursued, in the process turning a traffic cop into a skidmark. Horrified onlookers stood still in shock as they watched the events transpire. Dan looked back to see that the innards of the traffic cop now covered the truck's windshield, but the old farmer still drove on determined to get his piece of Dan, leaving two bloody tire trails behind him as he sped on.

Dan was forced to slow down a little as he made a sharp turn, allowing the farmer to catch up with him. "Boy! I've survived one world war, three failed marriages, twelve piss ant little kids, two bouts with colon cancer, and breaking my ass running a farm in this godforsaken shithole for the last thirty years so don't think I'm gonna be done in by some punk on a motorcycle!!!" the old man cried out as he prepared to fire again. A loud gunshot rang out, followed by repeated obscenities escaping from the old farmer's lips.

The loud gunshot startled Dan prompting him to look over and see the truck swerving back and forth out of control. The shot had not been from the farmer, but from another source. The truck's front righthand tire eventually gave out and the truck flipped onto its side, skidding down the rest of the street and then flipping several times like an article of clothing in a dryer before settling in the middle of a busy intersection.

A crowd of concerned citizens gathered around the overturned truck to check on the status of the driver. "Is he dead?" an old woman in a fancy business suit asked. "Did you all just see that? BAM! Body parts all over the place! Yeah!" shouted a hyperactive man with a turned around baseball cap. "I wonder if those poor little pigs are alright." a Hispanic man said as he knelt down to examine the back where the pigs were held. Suddenly, an exhaust fume shot out with a loud whistle that sounded like that of a kettle. "Everybody pull back!" a garbage collector shouted.

Another large explosion occurred, engulfing several people who hadn't been fortunate enough to get away as fast as they could and sent twisted metal flying through several windows and shards of flaming shrapnel raining down on the onto the concrete. Dan looked back from a distance and silently thanked his "saviors" and then revved up his engine and was about to take off when he spotted a silver Sentinel charging at him with suicidal speed.

He squinted his eyes and was able to make out two men in black suits, one sticking out the passenger window armed with a Tommygun. "The Mafia!" Dan thought. The man in the passenger seat fired a burst, which Dan managed to duck, causing the motorcycle's windshield to shatter. "Come get me you fuckers!!!" Dan shouted back as he revved the engine and peeled down the straightaway.

"Fill tha' fucker fulla' lead, Luigi! Show him why you don't fuck with the Leone Family Mafia!" the driver ordered. Luigi stuck his Tommygun out the window once again and began firing several rounds at the pavement around, littering the interior of the Sentinel with spent casings and gunsmoke. "Geez Luigi! And to think you're supposed to be one of our better marksmen!"

Dan took another sharp left, this time into a Pan-Lantic Construction yard where he weaved around heavy machinery, unfinished buildings, and the confused workers present. The Sentinel continued its deadly pursuit, bringing several workers to their knees coughing up blood as Luigi let loose another volley of hot lead from the Tommygun on everything to his side. The sound of bones cracking then filled the air as the Sentinel ran over several workers who stood too shocked to move.

"Bastards!" Dan thought to himself as he raced up a ramp and went flying over a small pit and hit the opposite side with his rear wheel nearly giving in from the pressure as it hit the ground with a thud. Dan then found himself ducking his head down as a steel girder swung overhead and then taking a sharp left as a pile of steel girders came crashing down to the ground, in the process disemboweling a chubby worker and sending his upper torso flying onto the windshield of the Sentinel.

Dan could see ahead that he was nearing the end of the yard and that a King Industries was beyond the fence. "Score!" he said to himself and spotted a small ramp that could send him flying over the fence. He charged up his speed to as fast as the bike would go and positioned himself as straight as he could get and then met the ramp. "Here's Danny!!!" he shouted as his front wheel connected with the small wooden ramp and he lifted into the air and went flying over the fence.

The Sentinel was swerving back and forth connecting with several drums and trashcans as the driver tried to clean the blood off of the windshield with the wipers. "Goddamn that fucker!" he screamed. "Tony look out!!!" Luigi cried. Tony managed to clearly spot a ramp through the blood drenched window, but it was too late. "Oh shit!!!"

The Sentinel was propelled into the air and began to turn onto its side in slow motion. The occupants of the car could only scream in terror as they flew slowly through the air and further and further to the ground.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The silver Sentinel connected with the concrete, landing hard on its hood. A death-like silence filled the air for several minutes. A faint hissing sound then pierced through the silent air.

KA-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yet another earth-shaking explosion shattered the peaceful tranquility in the air as the Mafia Sentinel disappeared in a bright reddish-orange ball of fire, drenching everything within a five foot radius in intense heat. More death filled the air in Liberty City.

!!!!!!!!

The motorcycle fell onto its side, taking Dan along with it. "Ahhhh!!! Son of a bitch!" Dan cried as he felt his knee being skinned on the sun-scorched pavement after falling off the bike. The motorcycle itself went flying into a dumpster, shattering into two separate pieces upon contact, but Dan didn't care. The bike wasn't even his, besides he had finally reached his intended destination.

Dan looked up towards the sixty floor ivory structure that was King Industries. He had finally reached the top of the mountain! A grand smile appeared on his face as he slowly struggled to his feet bracing himself against a dumpster. "I'm finally here at last!" he joyously cried and proceeded to limp towards the entrance of King Industries.

Little did they know, the entire staff of King Industries was about to get a visit they would never forget.

**Author's note: Well here it is, my latest fanfic! I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope all viewers will be kind enough to read and review. Be on the lookout for my next chapter, "King Industries Bloodbath," where our "hero" wreaks havoc in King Industries in the fashion of an early 90's arcade beat 'em up-style fashion. Expect lots more chaos that will make this chapter look like a Mother Goose fairytale. Thank you and SPREAD THE SICKNESS, ONE MIND AT A TIME! \m/**