Chapter 1: Déjà vu

Grey clouds loomed over Liberty city as people headed inside their homes at the sight of snow flakes. The forecast was snow, so the everyday civilians knew it was time to stay indoors for the rest of the day. But for one man this day was special, and that man was forty four year old wiseguy, Leone captain Richie Copperelli. He walked outside of the prison gates after spending two years inside the concrete hell. Dressed in a dark blue collared shirt with a tattered tan jacket, and a pair of black slacks with black worn out dress shoes, Richie walked towards the side walk. He felt the wind blow through his hair as he stepped into freedom for the first time in two years. Snow flakes sprinkled down on him, leaving white spots in his hair.

"Feels like Déjà vu." Richie muttered to himself. "Where is this kid?"

Richie cupped his hands together in front of his face and blew some hot air inside to warm them up. He waited for a few minutes until a navy blue Hellenbach GT pulled up to the curb. Virgilio Tullio exited the car. Virgilio Tullio was an Italian guy that Richie met inside prison. He was a twenty three year old, bald, big guy, around 6'3 with the muscles to match his height. He wore a black tank top with black baggy jeans and white tennis shoes. Virgil also had a white thin silk dress shirt over his tank top. Snowflakes landed on his bare head and melted on impact.

"Hey Virgil, how you doing?" Richie asked.

"Hey Rich, it's good to see you again. I'm good." Virgil answered.

"That's good kid. Let's go to Eddie's Barber Shop, its right across the street from Patrizio's Bistro." Richie responded.

"Ok Rich."

Virgil sat in the driver's seat while Richie climbed into the passenger's seat. Virgil started the car and they drove off.

"How can you come out in this weather without a coat or jacket?" Richie questioned.

"I like the cold, plus I have a jacket in the back if I need one. But I'm use to the cold after working in a meat factory since I was sixteen till I was nineteen. After that I joined the marines and stayed in that for three years till I got discharged and then arrested for armed robbery." Virgil replied as he parked the car in front of the barber shop.

"Alright, did you bring the bat like I told you to?" Richie asked.

"Yeah Rich."

"What about the guns?" Richie responded.

"Yeah, I got your 9mm right here." Virgil answered.

"Ok thanks. Good work. Let's go inside." Richie replied.

Richie and Virgil exited the car. Virgil grabbed a wooden baseball bat out of the trunk while Richie stuck the 9mm in the back of his pants. The two men walked inside the barber shop. Eddie immediately began freaking out.

"Oh sht, Richie I'm sorry I don't have enough money to give you anything I just…" Eddie started to say frantically right before Virgil smacked him in the back with the baseball bat.

Richie made his way to the register and opened it up. To his surprise, there was no money inside.