Episode zero- "O'Reilly, and his wonderful plane-hijecking"
Location : Los Santos International Airport...
Date : 10/1/13...
"Death is only the beginning of something greater."-unknown...
The sounds of gunfire and the sounds of death erupted inside the hanger housing a single titan as a mask wearing individual armed with a rifle is trying to make off with said Titan.
"Don't let that asshole get aw-" the leader of the mercenaries tried to warn his squad, but fell short, as a bullet made it's way into the leader's head and coming out the back, leaving a big hole in the front and back. This didn't go unnoticed by the others.
"Shit! Roscoe's been hit," a stocky spanish man yelled out to the others. "Roscoe's been fu-" not long after their leader was shot, he too was shot in the head and fell onto the ground with a thud as blood pooled around his corpse.
"Noooo! Allen!" He cried out to his now dead friend. "Your dead asshole! You hear me?! DEAD!!!" He roared, as he got out of cover and started laying hail of bullets onto the truck, where his friend's killer was hiding behind. As he finally made his way to the truck, he evilly smirked as he imagine himself catching this dickwad by surprise and started laying bullets upon bullets in their barely recognizable body. When he rounded the corner though, his smirking soon transformed into a mortified expression, instead of the killer, in their stead was grenade...with it's pinned pulled. "Oh... You asshol-" his cursing was cut short as the grenade exploded, catching anyone or anything in it's radius engulfing them or off their feet and onto the ground, momentarily stunned and disorientated.
Seeing this opportunity, the hockey masked man sprinted towards the titan and got inside, as the remaining mercs in the hanger were starting to get back up, and promptly directed the titan towards the landing field. As he turned the titan to the right, he hears the bullets ricocheting against the huge plane. He didn't worry about it, he only worried about the engines if they can hold up. He then heard what sounded like...more of them...crap..
ten minutes of dodging merryweather search helicopters and losing the cops later...
After losing both the LSPD and merryweather, and also relieved that the engines are still working, even though it was getting shot multiple times but regardless, he was home free. The hockey mask wearing plane thief looked out the window as the sun slowly rises up from it's slumber ready to start another new day. 'Another new day...in the same boring life.' He remembered walking by a hooker saying this to her friend on the phone. yeah... He then took off his mask, revealing cold hazel brown eyes and big scar running across his cheek, then puts his mask inside his grey hoodie, and then sigh sadly as he fondly reminisces about the good times....the fun times....his girlfriend...his friends... what a shame.. what a shame indeed...
BOOM!!!
The man soon snapped back into reality when he heard what sounded like the...oh no. Looking back his fear was soon brought to life as the left engine caught fire and it was spreading to the left wing! Thinking fast, he pulled the control stick and try to land it in the ocean...but it was no use, as the right engine started to produce black smoke inside it. He realized it was no use, as the plane will explode if he doesn't get out, he tried to find the best course of action...but it only led to two conclusions, One, he can die and respawn, but it always led him to relieve the pain again. or two, jump out without his parachute, as he remembered someone "borrowed" it and never bother to return it.
Seeing no other way, he had to jump...he had too. He let out a annoyed sigh and got out from his seat and made his way to door. He then opened the door and, without a second thought, jumped as he feels the wind rushing through his ears....this was a bad idea. the man mentally thought. And so...without anything to do about the inevitable but wait, he reflected on how this decision...a terribly thought out plan at that, would even help! But really, anyone would actually do this type of thing...was a dickwad...and he was one of them.
One minute of freefallin' later...
After waiting for the inevitable to arrive, he then saw the ground growing ever clear and large...well...this it...here comes the freakin' pain again. he mentally thought and grimaced at the pain he endured not too long ago. But regardless, he chose to accept it after his thirteenth death in a row, by that damn tank no less, and shuts his eyes tightly as the ground begins to get closer, waiting for the pain to come......
And then....nothing...
Slowly opening up his eyes, he wished he hadn't as really bright whiteness invaded his vision, rendering him blind for a good two minute or more. After getting adjusted to the brightness, he realized that everything was white, nothing or no one was here, just him, and this completely white void...of nothingness.
After trying to comprehend on what is happening right now, a very cheery feminine voice started to speak. "Hello there!" The voice greeted him with a kind tone. Then the voice continued on, "I know that your asking yourself, "what happened? Where am i? Who is this voice talking to me? What is it gonna do to me?" and all that jazz. Well don't worry, i'll answer all your questions, in due time, but for now," The voice stopped talking for a brief moment, before continuing.
"Seeing you aren't a fan of talking, we'll make this short, how about that?" The voice asked, waiting for any kind response.
The man thought for a moment before gesturing for the voice to continue on.
"Good, then we'll start with briefing on your mission." The disembodied voice said in a business like tone.
TO BE CONTINUED...
