73 Glendvale Farm
Los Santos
BIOGRAPHY:
It was the 18th September 1974, I was home alone, my wife had gone out on a business meeting, well that's what she told me. It was 3 weeks since I last saw her, she rang a couple of days before that but I sure did miss the being with my wife. It was around midnight, I was fast asleep, I was awoken by the sound of the telephone ringing. It was unusual, no one ever rings me especially at midnight. I picked up the phone, I heard a deep voice saying, 'Your wife is with me now, if you want her come find me in Las Venturas'. I could not believe what I had heard, as I put the phone down tears ran down my face. I got dressed, grabbed my keys and ran outside. I got in my car and drove off, I never returned home for 5 months. I spent a couple of days looking for my wife but she was no where to be seen.
I was extremely angry and upset. After driving around for 3 days with no sleep I decided to pull over to get some rest. I drove past an awkward looking building, I stopped and parked outside. I walked in, and I was stopped by a strong looking man holding a gun. He asked me what I wanted, I said I was lost and I was in distress. I was blindfolded and taken away into a room where I was surrounded by three men sitting on a table opposite what seems to be a man I had recognised before. He questioned me as to what I was doing in the area, I told him what had happened to me recently. He said three words to me, 'I can help'. We spoke for a while and he asked me if I wanted to become a part of his 'family'. I agreed and he made me carry out some dirty jobs including robbing the bank, kidnapping the mayor of Los Santos, stealing top secret files from the army base and even stealing a hydra from area 69. We built a good friendship together, but after three months we fell into an argument. He tortured me but I was lucky enough to escape, I have been in hiding for twenty years. His name was John Salvor.
Ever since the day I ran away, him and his group have been trying to find and kill me. Two days ago, I thought to myself how much of a better life I could live if I wasn't stuck inside a basement hiding for years. Enough was enough, and I left my house in search for a glorious and a better life. I explored the area, it had changed drastically from last time I remember. I walked past a tall building surrounded by electric fences and two guards standing at the gate.
I walked up to one of them, and he told me to follow him inside. I was confused, I didn't even know him and he wants me to follow him around. I continued and I was taken into an office. A man was sitting on a chair, surrounded by three men dressed in black each holding a sniper in their hand. He told me to take a seat. We conversed for around five minutes and he told me his name. He's called Muhammd Hadi. He handed me a card, and told me to read it. I read it and it gave me instructions to leave a letter in the mailbox, I was curious and I sure wanted to become part of a secure and strong family again.
And now, here I am. I can do many dirty jobs and I sure do know how to handle a gun.
8 November 2015
Daniel Sousa