Grand Theft Diaper (private with DiaperedSakura25)
 

A dark and gloomy night covered great metropolis of Los Santos, San Andreas. It's know to be the city of saints and sinners. When you're not being terrorized by the local gangs or corrupt cops, you could always hang out at the glamorous beaches or the all wonderful tourists attractions. There was one guy who hadn't had time for all those lovely stuff. His name was Richard DeLuca, one of the richest and most successful man in the west coast and is about in his mid-40's. He sat on his desk chair looking out at the city from the building he was in and gave a sigh.

"I hope you know why I called you here for," DeLuca said smoking a cigarette. "To come all the way here to the LS. I heard you're a pretty good assassin."

"Well I can venture a guess." answered Connor with a tone which was businesslike but still retained a hint of sarcasm. He stood looking around the room for a minute before moving farther in, sticking out like a sore thumb in his sneakers, blue jeans, and leather jacket. "But, with the amount of money you're shelling out for this job I suggest you get pretty damn specific." he continued as he slid himself into the comfortable chair across from the executive looking man. Leaning back he got even more comfortable and took off his black sport sunglasses, quickly depositing them in his jacket's pocket. Unzipping it he opened it up to reveal a more appropriate crimson polo shirt as he said "Now would you like to hear my credentials before you tell me the job, or should we just get down to business?"

"Let's here some of your credentials first," DeLuca said as he offers Connor a cigarette. "I like to get to know my partners first."

(Did you get my VM?)

"Partners, eh?" Connor replied with his lips tugging up into a smile before he leaned forward and picked a cigarette out from the pack. Placing the rolled up tobacco between his lips he waited for DeLuca's lighter before taking a long, easy, drag. "I'm guessing you heard about me from the Weng's right? I did a few jobs for their associates the Lee's back in Liberty City, you know, knocking out some of the heads of the competition. Usually, I'm not really an assassin as much as I'm a fixer. I did some off the book hits with the Lost MC, a little muscle work for the Russians, and even a bank job in Chinatown."

DeLuca lit up his cigarette and listened intensively at his story. He smirked as he puffed a smoke. "I see you get around a lot. I like a man who's experienced. But before I can trust you with the big assassination stuff, I need you to do some small little business jobs that'll make sure you're qualified." He takes out a suit case and puts it on the table. "I need you to take this to Maria Savini. She's head of the Savini mob family and I'm good partners with them. Hell, she might like you as well."

Connor raised an eyebrow before reaching forward and taking a hold of the suitcase's handle, hefting it in front of him with a curious look. "I'm not usually who you call for these kind of things." the young fixer replied, subduing his indignation before he started. "Pretty heavy, huh? I guess it's fine. Maybe I'll stick around and see how the famous San Andreas weather suits me." he sighed before standing up and looking to DeLuca with a grin. "Oh, and I've only made arrangements for the week so if I'm staying longer you'll have to arrange for that." he said before heading to the door.

"Of course, of course! I'll call the hotel making sure you're staying a bit longer," DeLuca said with a grin. "Oh, almost forgot." He picked up some keys that were on his desk and threw to Connor. "You're gonna need some wheels if you're gonna drive around Los Santos. No need for that taxi. The directions to her mansion are in the car. Good luck."

(Pick the car yourself.)

Connor snatched the keys out of midair without stopping and said goodbye with a sharp gesture of his hand. Pushing past the uniformed guards he took the elevator to P, stepping out into the dimly lit floor and breathing in the stale stagnant air. Walking down row after row of cars he pressed the lock button on the keys and listened for the honk, turning toward the noise and pressing the button once more to pinpoint its location. Coming up to it he smiled at seeing the sleek black shine of a mint condition Sabre Turbo and gave himself a mental reminder to find out how DeLuca knew about his love for muscle cars. Tossing the briefcase behind the seats he hopped in, closed the door, and fired up the engine only to pull out fast and peel out of the parking garage.

After awhile of driving, Connor made to North Los Santos where the directions said where the Savini mansion was at. He pulled up into the driveway and after informing the security guards that DeLuca send him, they let him pass through the gates.

Connor eased the Sabre to a halt in the driveway and gathered up his things before getting out and presenting himself to the security guards for the usual pat down. Giving them a cheeky grin he told them that he didn't have a piece before shoving one away from the briefcase and telling him that it was for Savini's eyes only. He wasn't quite sure who this woman was or what her connections were, but he was definitely impressed, with the beautiful mansion and guards directly out of an old Solomon Richards flick.