GTA PnP Episode 1 Prologue: Burning Down The House

Law Office of Samuel Fenton - San Andreas, Blaine County

"Look folks when it comes down to your son is a victim here." -Samuel explains to the suspicious parents of a pothead teenager who got injured trying to break into a private residence.-

"Our son was breaking into someone's home, I thought we'd be trying to manage his punishment, not turn a profit" -The mother was going to be a problem, but everyone has a price. Dear old dad looked like a pushover, and he was. Sonny boy there just wanted his ass out of the frying pan. This was a paycheck waiting to happen.

"Punishment? Well, okay, he did technically start to break the law. Key word there being start, Ma and Pa. Your son never actually broke into that residence, he was simply halfway over a fence, for whatever reason that may have been," -Samuel points to the guilty little bastard who just shrugs.- "Before he was viciously attacked by the wild beat the...uhh...Mr. Faust keeps locked in his backyard."

"The dog was a Pomeranian and we know Mr. Faust, he's 85." -This was getting annoying. The mother was obviously concerned about what type of person her son would grow up to be. He's going to be a shithead, that was for sure. Samuel needed to get mom off this punishment kick and willing to cash in.

"Well look at this, Faust? How much do you really know about him? Faust German, probably has a bunch of Nazi gold buried under his house." -Sam was dissapointed that didn't work, he could tell by the expression on their faces. He'd ran the Nazi gold scam in Liberty City and it worked fine, guess they aren't as afraid of ze German's in blue states.

"Alright, regardless of Mr. Faust's obvious ties to the resurgence of the Third Reich, I can assure you that this case works, it works somewhere in the area of 41,000$, minus my fees of course." -Samuel smiled as all those expressions on the parents, and even their dofus son, changed to dollar signs.-

"Shall we get some ink to paper then folks?" -The phone rings before they are able to answer. Samuel picks up the phone.- "Samuel Fent-......" -Sam goes silent, just blinking before the call ends. The clients try and get his attention but he's completely ignoring them. Suddenly it all settles in and Sam jumps up.- "Okay folks, I'm terribly sorry but my office is now closed. It's uhh....Jewish holiday, gotta light a bunch of candles."

-The parents and son argue on the way out but Sam isn't having it and shoves them out before locking the door, drawing all the blinds over the windows, and rushing back to his desk.Sam turns over all his file cabinets and grabs a can of gasoline from under his desk.- "Shit, shit, shit, shit..." -Gasoline is splashed all around and Sam discards the can before peeking out the window to see seven Hispanic gentlemen walking across the street toward his office. Sam bolts for the back door and tosses his zippo behind him, igniting the office building.-

San Andres, Vespucci Beach

Samuel sits on a bench outside a mask shop, dressed in sandals, shorts, and a pink tourist shirt. He adjusts his cap and then opens the prepaid cellphone he just bought. For a moment he stares at this creepy looking pig mask hanging up with the others on the storefront across from him. He activates the phone and immediately dials up the first person he needs to call.-

"John, it's Wolf. We have a fucking problem....what? Yes I found him, I just haven't had much time to keep in to-NO! Don't hang up!" -Mr. Wolf looked around, hoping no one noticed his outburst.- "I was going to call you, I was just very busy, and now I get this call from some fuck who sounded like Mexican satan, I don't even know what the fuck he told me...muerto something, and then all these dead eyed bangers converged on my fucking place of busin...what? Oh well thank you John for the Spanish lesson, it means dead." -He sighs and stands up walking over by the trash can.- "Just get here John, I'll hand that little shithead to you on a silver platter, I just kind of need to be alive and all in one piece to do my thing." -Wolf then snaps the phone in half and tosses it in the trash before walking over to the mask shop and grabbing four masks he puts on the counter with some wadded up bills on top.- "I'll take these." vintage style items to wear of the wedding