10/1/05, Vice Port

'Son of a bitch!' 25 year old Gionna thought as she ducked behind a crate, seeing someone she hadn't seen since she was 13.

26 year old Ivory Smith was getting impatient, waiting for Ian to return. They couldn't stay in Vice City too much longer, police were already getting suspicious.

"Where the hell is this son of a bitch?!" Ivory growled lowly. Gionna heard an Albany Emperor pull up and grabbed a nearby sniper rifle as the driver got out.

"The girl hasn't said anything?" Ian asked.

"Not a thing… you really scared her. Scarred, more like." Ivory answered.

"Yeah, well I couldn't care. People die every day, not our fault it had to be her family." Ian said, the two walking into the warehouse, which had been modified from an empty place to having individual rooms, including one large one with a cage, a small girl in it, wearing hardly anything at all except her panties and a tank top, both dirty and damaged.

"The hell was that?!" Ian asked, having heard something outside, like it was thrown at the warehouse.

"Go see what it was!" Ivory growled, Ian walking outside. Ivory heard a silenced gunshot and heard Ian fall to the ground afterwards. "Fuck!" He shouted before running outside to see Ian with a bullet in his back, making him run into the large room and rattle the cage door. "You tried to break out, who did you call?!"

The girl looked up, not speaking so Ivory pulled out his gun and pointed it at her. "No one… I… didn't reach the phone." The tiny 10 year old managed to respond, barely able to move from the deep cuts all up her back and down her legs.

Ivory turned around but was hit right in the face with the rifle and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Gionna dropped the rifle after hitting Ivory another time, Ivory waking up and screaming in pain before Gionna kicked him, knocking him out again. She ran to the cage, picking the lock with her switchblade before putting it away and opening the door.

"It's alright, sweetie. I won't hurt you." Gionna replied reassuringly, the girl reaching out and hanging onto Gionna, who took her out of the warehouse.

Ivory pulled himself up, running outside to see a dark red Imponte Phoenix driving off.

"Th… thank… you." The girl managed to say, Gionna looking in the rear view mirror at her laid across the back seats. Judging by her size, she couldn't be older than 7 but Gionna saw something in her that seemed more like a 10 year old.

Then the girl shifted herself a little and Gionna almost cried out in horror as she saw all the cuts on the girl's back and legs.

"Hang on in there, kiddo. We'll be somewhere safe soon." Gionna responded before speeding to the nearest hospital, which was in the downtown area.

Gionna slammed on the brakes, picking the girl up into her arms and ran into the E.R, several doctors running over to her.

"I found her in the warehouse in Vice Port… don't know how long she's been there!" She explained, following the doctor into a treatment room but the girl screamed when the doctor touched her, refusing to let go of Gionna.

"It's okay, kiddo. They won't hurt you." Gionna responded, trying to comfort the frightened child and managing to put her on the gurney.

Gionna'sPerspective…

What did they do to her?! She's a child, for fuck's sake, she shouldn't have to go through hell!

She's calmed down a bit as the doctor examined her but she won't let go of my hand… just like I was at that age, only wanting to be near Johnny when I got scared.

"I found her in the warehouse… is she gonna be okay?" I asked the doctor after the girl's fallen asleep, her cuts stitched up.

"I… I'm not entirely certain, she should recover physically, it's mentally that's gonna be the problem… I don't know if you noticed, but along with those cuts, there are scars of the same nature… from looking at them, whatever she was going through must've started at least 3 years ago." The doctor responded.

I let a few tears fall, disgusted by the fact that the bastards who kept her in that place got off on hurting her. It isn't long before I feel her little hand on my face, brushing the tears away.

"You saved me… thank you." She responded.

"They'll never hurt you again… no one will, little one." I replied, kissing her on her forehead.

"Hey… I need to know one thing… your name." The doctor responded, the girl looking at him but not speaking.

"It's okay, sweetie." I replied, not wanting her to be listed as a Jane Doe and fall into the legal system.

"I… Imogen." The girl answered.

Where have I heard… oh… oh no.

Imogen… three years ago, a whole family was found dead in their home further north in Vice City… all were identified but the youngest member of the family wasn't there… Imogen.

The doctor realised it too… Imogen was forced to watch her family be murdered, then taken from her home.

Ivory's Perspective…

"Damn it, Candis! I only got a quick glimpse of her!" I shouted, rubbing the back of my head.

"Anything stand out at least?" Candis asked.

"Yeah… a scar on the… left side of her neck." I answered, Candis's eyes widening.

"The woman who took Imogen out of here… is the same one your dad scarred for life before he was killed." Candis replied… oh, you've gotta be kidding me!

"I want both of them found and brought here!" I demanded.

"Who put you in charge, Ian was and he always ordered that I take over! Now… find them both." Candis responded.

I walk outside to the Patriot and get in it, driving off… can't believe I've gotten outsmarted by the bitch who got my dad killed!

Where… could she have taken the kid?!