Chapter 2

Before heading out, I forgot to mention that I put on an elegant suit that was in my closet. Just to tell you...who am I telling this? Who am I even narrating to?

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Inside the home, the McReary's are sniffing cocaine off the counter.

"There he is. Niko~ Bellic~" Packie says, then shakes hand with the Serbian veteran, Niko. "Niko, these are my brothers, well two of my brothers, the two that count. Derrick and Gerald."

"Hi," Niko says simply with his thick Serbian accent.

"Derrick has just returned to the family fold after a good few years in the Old Country, involved in the struggle. Sort of like you, I'd imagine..." Packie says. "And Gerry...Gerry's the man. And you remember Michael? Saint Michael..."

"Yeah, Hey." Michael greets Niko while the cocaine is hitting him.

"Yes, yes. It's uh, it's nice to meet you." Niko says.

"Niko is a trip, man. I met him through that Puerto Rican coke dealer." Packie says.

"So you want to involve him in family business. What do you know about him?" Gerry asks Packie.

"What I know about him is he likes a fight and he ain't the fucking law." Packie says.

"Oh, no offense, Mister...that ain't good enough." Gerald says to Niko.

"Well, it's good enough for me." Packie exclaims.

"He's a good lad, Gerry." Michael tells to Gerry, as Gerry sniffs up a line of coke.

"Was I talking to you, inbred halfwit?" Gerry asks Michael. And hearing this, Derrick laughs out loud.

"I make a point of not talking to the unfortunate victim of brother sister marriage" Gerry says.

"Don't you speak about my parents like that!" Michael shouts.

"Aww, you're like fucking Cleopatra...Fifteen generations of brother sister fucking, and you're so thick you take orders off my idiot brother Packie...who's so stupid he had to tattoo his name on his arm!" Gerry starts roasting the two.

"If there is a problem. I'll go. No trouble. I have other ways of making money." Niko says.

"There's no problem. Gerry just likes to think he knows best about everything; which is why he's been married three times already and still won't admit that he likes men." Pakcie roasts Gerry back, while the latter sniffs a line again. Hearing the roast everyone starts laughing.

"Nah, no problem." Gerry says with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"I'll leave you boys to it." Gerry says.

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"I'll leave you boys to it."

I hear someone say it as I step inside. I walk to the kitchen and I see Gerry look over to me.

Gerry looks back at Packie. "You're involving another stranger into family business?"

"Beliana's a pro, gay Gerry. She was suggested by someone trust worthy." Packie says.

"Oh, yeah?" Gerry looks at me. "What do you know, Beliana?"

I look into his eyes. "What I need to know. As your brother said. I'm a pro."

Gerry smirks and takes a sip from his beer. "Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" he says, his tone laced with skepticism.

I remain calm and composed despite Gerry's provocation. "I'm not here to prove myself to you, Gerry. I've been involved in plenty of this shit. That's why I was recommended."

Packie shoots Gerald a warning look, knowing how his brother's abrasive and confrontational nature can get in the way of progress. "Gerry, give her a chance. We have a lot at stake here, and she might be exactly what we need."

Gerry snorts and leans back against the counter. "Fine, fine," he grumbles, clearly not pleased with the situation.

Packie intervenes, trying to diffuse the tension. "Alright, enough of this. We have more pressing matters at hand. Let's focus on the job ahead, shall we?"

The atmosphere in the room becomes slightly more relaxed, and I take the opportunity to shift the conversation towards the task at hand. "So, what's the plan? Fill me in on the details."

As I say that, Gerry leaves the room with the beer in his hand.

"We'll talk about it in the car." Packie says while motioning to us to follow him.

Leaving the place, we follow Niko to his 4-door SUV. Niko is driving, I'm on the passenger seat, and Packie, Derrick & Michael are in the back.

"Alright. We're heading to the Southern Algonquin branch of the Bank Of Liberty City." Packie says.

"Let's do this." Niko says.

After going down the road for a few minutes, Packie finally starts speaking about the plan. "Alright here's how the shit is going down. We're gonna go inside and each take down a security guard. Me, Beliana and St. Michael here are gonna handle the civilians while Niko and Derrick manage the employees. Anyone tries anything, you put them down hard. Once the situation has been controlled Derrick's going to rig the vault door with explosive."

"I got enough PE4 here to get through anything they throw at us." Derrick says.

"PE4 I ain't never heard of that." Michael says.

"It's some limey name for C4 that Derrick here picked up over there." Packie says.

"I ain't having this argument with you, Packie." Derrick says. "Safe to say, what we're using is controllable enough to go through any vault door without incinerating whatever's inside. Not going to leave much residue on the notes either so they should be washable."

"They're going to be washable alright." Packie says. "Can't wait to see what sort of kick C4 residue is going to give me when I snort up a line of chop though one of them notes."

"First, you're a fucking charmer, Patrick." Derrick says. "Second, it's PE4 not C4."

"Whatever, at least I'm honest about my habits, Derrick."

"You know nothing about nothing, Patrick. I'm honest about me demons." Derrick says.

"Hit the needle on the old head there did I, Derrick?" Patrick says.

"The expression is hit the nail on the head, Packie." Michael says.

"Really Michael? You don't think I know that?" Packie asks. "Gerry was right about you, Mikey. Your parents must have been twins to produce a kid as dumb as you. I'm surprised you ain't got three eyes, no balls and a club foot."

"Don't bring my parents into this, Packie."

"Alright, alright. Do we all know what we're doing? Once the vault door blows, I want Niko and Michael to go down into the vault to get the money while me, Beliana and my brother handle the crowd control."

"All makes sense to me. If you guys can stop arguing for a few minutes then I think we might be okay." Niko says.

Me on the other hand, nod, and gulp hard at nervousness and excitement. "I got it." I say as I check my ammunition, and cock back the SMG.

It hasn't even been a day since I got hear and I was already going to rob a bank! Talk about crazy!