Author's Note: This story was inspired by Pride of the McReary by Schizophillic, and therefore, the first chapter and part of the next chapter are similar to that story. I am not in any way trying to plagiarize their work and I am only trying to give my own shot at the concept of the original story. Without further ado, enjoy the story.

Belfast, Ireland, 2008

A house with typical Irish furniture was standing within a middle class neighborhood of the Irish city of Belfast. There were a few pictures of some Irish people in the house, and they appeared to be pictures of an Irish family. As the sun shined through the front window of the house, a phone that was lying on the coffee table in the living room began zooming as an Irish ballad named "Danny Boy" began playing as its ringtone. Said ballad soon stopped playing as the caller was redirected to the phone owner's voicemail.

"'Ello, you've reached the voicemail of Liam McReary. I'm current unavailable 'cause of whatever reason it is that I'm unavailable, but leave a message, and if it's important, I might ring ya back. Speak!" Is what the voicemail said. The caller then spoke in a message for the phone owner, Liam McReary.

"Liam? It's Patrick, your cousin from Liberty City..." The caller spoke. His voice sounded as if he had been crying. "Listen, it's Katie...She's...well, she's dead...It would mean a lot to me, Ma, Derrick...what's left of us anyway, if you came to her funeral...Please call back as soon as you can..." Patrick sighed, sounding melancholic. The message then ended.

About 45 mintues after Packie's voicemail message, Liam McReary entered the house, exhausted from a long day consisting of a long car chase with some street punks. Liam was a Caucasian Irish-American man in his mid 20s who had light green eyes along with short shaven brown hair and a brown handlebar mustache. He wore a green t-shirt underneath a black leather biker jacket along with torn black jeans and black motorcycle boots. Liam kicked off his boots and slammed the front door behind him, finding his phone on the coffee table in the living room.

"Aha, there ya are! I was looking for ya all day!" Liam told his phone. He spoke in a thick Irish accent. He grabbed his phone off the coffee table and plopped down on the couch, looking through the voicemails he's received that day. He's had three voicemails, and listened to them.

"Oi, Liam. It's your mate, Shelton. I enjoyed last Saturday night's out drinking. We really gotta do that shit again sometime, matey. Talk to ya soon!" Is what the first voicemail read. Liam smiled and chuckled and went to the next voicemail.

"Greetings, sir. This is Duncan O'Neal, and I'm calling with the Irish National Lottery. Would you be interested in-" The voicemail cut off as Liam quickly deleted it. He hated it whenever someone from the lottery would call him. He considered the lottery to be a waste of money and therefore referred to them as "The People's Extortion Commission". He then went to the third and final voicemail.

"Liam? It's Patrick, your cousin from Liberty City...Listen, it's Katie...She's...well, she's dead...It would mean a lot to me, Ma, Derrick...what's left of us anyway, if you came to her funeral...Please call back as soon as you can..."

Liam's face lost all expression upon hearing the last voicemail. "...Fuck...not fucking Katie..." He muttered. He was close with most of his cousins, especially Kate. He never expected Kate to die, because she was the most innocent out of all the McRearys. He knew that him, Derrick, Francis, Gerald and Packie would burn in hell for their crimes, but he expected Kate to find her significant other and have a happy life with them, but it didn't get to be.

Like his cousins in Liberty City, Liam had four other siblings himself. His eldest brother was Ernie, who worked as a barista at a café in the Netherlands. His second eldest brother was Leopold, who he looked down upon for his job in politics. He was never a fan of the government, and therefore considered Leopold a fool for, in his words "crawling up the government's ass". The middle child of Liam's siblings was his first sister, Gwen, who was happily married and had three children with an African man named Eddy. Liam was always supportive of her innocence, and was happy that she could grow old with Eddy. Being the second youngest of him and his siblings, his youngest sibling was Courtney, who worked at a community center in Belfast, similar to what Kate did back in Liberty City before her death.

Liam sighed. He could never cope with the death of a loved one. After his mother died, he became very aggressive and would snap at the slightest mention of her, much to his father's disapproval. He then proceeded to call Packie and told him he'd be coming to Liberty City for the funeral. He then proceeded to head to his computer and book a flight to Liberty City. Once he had done that, he turned off his computer and phone and went upstairs. "Well, better get to packing and then head right to bed..." Liam muttered.

The next day, he left his house with two suitcases, both mostly filled with clothes. He was disappointed he couldn't bring his own customized Irish guns with him on the plane, so he'd have to buy some lower grade American ones when he got to Liberty City. A Caucasian human man with brown eyes and medium length curly blonde hair wearing a yellow t-shirt underneath a tan jacket with torn blue jeans and blue and white shoes was standing outside Liam's house with a green sports car with black tinted windows and golden shamrock rims on the wheels.

"'Ey, Liam! Great to see ya again, laddie!" The blonde haired man told Liam in a cheerful and welcoming voice.

"'Ello, Walter. Thanks for bringing me to the airport today. My car broke down yesterday and I don't have the time to fix it." Liam replied.

"Anytime, man. Lock up the house while I get your baggage loaded." Walter replied as he took Liam's suitcases and stuffed them in the back of his sports car. "Going somewhere nice?" He asked Liam.

"I'm off to Liberty City. It's for a cousin's funeral." Liam replied.

"Shit, man. Sorry for your loss." Walter replied back, trying to comfort his friend.

"Nah, it's fine. At least she don't have to suffer the criminal antics of my other cousins anymore. What's left of my cousins, anyway, but enough about that." Liam replied back.

"Alrighty. How long are you gonna be gone from Ireland?" Walter asked Liam.

Liam shrugged. "Not sure. Perhaps as long as I have to be. I've got a family in Liberty City who really needs me right now, so I won't be coming back for a long time. Plus, it's a breath of fresh air to see some other stomping grounds for a bit. I was getting tired of Ireland, and there's a whole different world outside of here." He explained.

Walter nodded. "But you are coming back some time, right? Wouldn't wanna come up there and drag ya back." He chuckled.

Liam rolled his eyes. "Yes, Walter, I am coming back for a visit some time. Now let's get going, I don't wanna miss my flight."

"'Course, Liam. Let's roll." Walter replied before the two of them got into his sports car and buckled up. Walter then sped off with screeching tires, speeding through traffic to get Liam dropped off at the airport in time. They arrived there, and the two friends got out the car as Liam grabbed his suitcases from the trunk.

"Walter, thanks for the ride. Tell Chip and the boys I said goodbye, yeah?" Liam told Walter as he hugged him.

"I will, Liam. Good luck in Liberty City. We'll miss ya." Walter returned the hug and waved Liam off as he entered the airport. Liam walked up to the luggage mill and put his suitcases on it. Once he got by the checkup he was allowed to get on the plane. He boarded the plane and plopped down in his seat. As the plane took off for Liberty City, "the worst place in America", Liam looked around him. He saw people sleeping, looking out the plane window or minding their own business otherwise.

"I might as well take a quick snooze, since I'm gonna be on this plane for a while..." Liam thought to himself as he shut his eyes and drifted off to Dreamland. A while later, he woke up to a pilot's announcement.

"Attention, all passengers! We're arriving in Liberty City right now! The current time is 4:35 PM! We thank you for flying with our airline, and we hope to see you fly with us again soon!" The pilot spoke over the intercom.

Having a seat by the window, Liam looked out of it and saw Liberty City. He saw the financially successful Algonquin, the run down Bohan, and the ethnically diverse Dukes. He hasn't been to Liberty City in years, and he couldn't help but wonder how Packie and the others have been all this time. He was gonna find out soon enough.

The plane touched down on the runway, and once it pulled up to the terminal, Liam could get off and got his suitcases. He walked through the loud and crowded halls of Francis International Airport carrying his suitcases and proceeded to leave the airport. Liam put down his suitcases and looked around to see if he could find Packie. Since taxis were "a license to steal" in Packie's words, he offered to pick Liam up.

"Where the fuck is he...?" Liam wondered as he continued to look for Packie. Soon, Packie drove up to him in a green Oracle, then got out.

"Liam! Cousin! I can't believe it! You're here!" Packie laughed as he walked over to Liam.

"Hey!" Liam exclaimed as he hugged Packie. "It's so good to see you, cousin!" He told Packie before letting go of him.

"Same here. I'm sure Katie would've been glad to see you as well..." Packie replied as his tone became a bit more bleak. Liam could see in Packie's eyes that he was more devastated by Kate's death than he showed. Nonetheless, Packie opened up the trunk of the Oracle and helped Liam put his suitcases inside.

"Yeah. I thought that out of all the McRearys here in LC, she would be the one to find a nice man and grow old with him. Apparently not..." Liam sighed.

"Yeah, it's a fucking tragedy..." Packie sighed before clearing his throat. "But shit happens, I guess. Come on, let's get to Ma's house. You haven't been there in years, so let's get over there." He added before him and Liam got into the Oracle and drove off to the McReary Residence, with Packie behind the wheel.

"So, how are Auntie Maureen, Derrick and Gerald?" Liam asked Packie as they were driving towards the McReary Residence.

"Ma's out with a few friends to lighten her mood, Derrick's asleep at home and Gerald's in prison for a long time." Packie replied.

Liam nodded. "It's been, what, a decade ago since I've last been to LC? Or has it been even longer...? I can't even remember..." He said, scratching his head.

"Well, it was about time ya came back to LC then, Liam. We're glad you decided to come when we needed you the most. I'm sure Ma and Derrick'll appreciate it. Plus, I'm sure Gerry would be glad to see you again as well, even if he's seeing you on the other side of a glass wall." Packie replied as he had his left hand on the wheel and his right hand on the transmission.

"Yeah...I hope he'll put me on the visitors list..." Liam sighed as he looked out the window.

"I'll tell him to do so next time I visit him, I promise." Packie replied again before they arrived at the McReary Residence. "Here we are. Savannah Avenue. Let's go inside." Packie remarked before him and Liam got out of the green Oracle, grabbed Liam's suitcases from the trunk and went inside.

Liam looked around as him and Packie entered the living room. The house was still looking the same as ever, with photographs of the McReary family standing around and several cracks in the walls, which stemmed from the McReary brothers' several fights growing up. One crack that stood out to Liam was when him and Packie fought Francis when they were little. Francis had always been Liam's least favorite cousin since he was a hypocrite who hid his criminal ways behind a shiny badge and weaseled his way up the authority ladder within the LCPD. That said, when Liam heard that Francis had died, he didn't feel anything. In fact, he was even glad.

Packie could see Liam staring at the crack, and laughed. "That crack is loaded with old memories, ain't it?" He gave Liam a pat on the back and put down his suitcases next to the couch. "Have a seat, I'll go get us something to drink. Ya like whiskey?" Packie asked his cousin.

"Do I look like a pussy? Of course I like whisky! And make sure it's extra strong!" Liam laughed. Packie laughed as well and he poured some for both Liam and himself. They toasted and drank their whiskey. They soon heard footsteps upstairs.

"By me Ma's first gray hairs, that was the best nap I've had in quite a while..." Derrick muttered before letting out a huge yawn and going downstairs.

"Hey, Derrick. Had a good sleep after ya drank all the fucking booze ya could get your hands on last night?" Packie joked.

"I ain't in the mood for your bad jokes, Patrick. You know that I went on the piss because I couldn't stand the sight of you and Ma being devastated by Katie's death." Derrick told his younger brother while pointing his right index finger at him.

"Whatever, like I said before, at least I'm honest about my habits, Derrick." Packie teased before finishing his whiskey.

"And like I said before, you don't know nothing about nothing, Patrick. I'm honest about me demons." Derrick replied back before noticing Liam. "Curse me demons...Liam? Is it really you?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah, Derrick. It's really me. Come on and gimme a hug, ya old smackhead." Liam told his eldest cousin before putting his glass of whiskey down on the table and giving Derrick a hug.

"Glad to have you back, Liam." Derrick told Liam before turning to Packie. "Where's Ma?" He asked Packie.

"Out with a few friends. She needed to lighten her mood for a bit." Packie informed him.

"Alright. I'm going to Burger Shot. Haven't eaten anything since I just woke up." Derrick then said.

"Burger Shot for breakfast again? That's the third time this week, Derrick." Packie pointed out.

"I promise I'll have a normal breakfast again tomorrow, Patrick. Me word as an Irishman." Derrick promised Packie before walking out the door and getting into a green Willard and drove off towards the nearest Burger Shot.

Liam and Packie watched him take off and Liam finished his whiskey as well, putting his glass down on the table. "Well, with that out of the way, how about we go out for a ride? It's been too long since you were last here, so I might as well take you out sightseeing. Let's go, Liam." Packie told Liam as they got up and went outside to the green Oracle that was still parked outside the McReary Residence. "How about you take her for a spin, Liam?" Packie asked Liam.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Liam replied before he got into the driver's seat and Packie got into the passenger's seat. The two of them then drove off to go sightseeing around Liberty City. They drove through Dukes before heading into Broker. "Man, no wonder Americans are so fat! There's a Burger Shot or Cluckin' Bell at every fucking street corner! It's as bad as back home in Ireland, where there's a pub at every fucking street corner!" Liam remarked as he drove through Liberty City.

"Since when did you become a fucking nutrionist, Liam? I remember you eating meat by the fucking truckload when you were little." Packie laughed as they passed the remains of Roman Bellic's burnt down taxi depot and drove towards Firefly Island.

"Shut it, Packie. I took up fitness because all the kids at school started calling me fat and I didn't want to become a laughing stock. And since we're on the topic of bad habits, you really need to lay off the fucking chop. You've gotten so addicted to that shit, that you can't even find women without chop in your system." Liam told Packie. He never approved of Packie's cocaine habit or Derrick's heroin habit, and never took drugs for recreational use, since he knew it destroyed people's lives. He also knew that cocaine and heroin trafficking attracted some heavy prison sentences, hence why he wasn't a particular fan of that sort of criminal business.

"Of course, of course. Ma's been trying to get me off the chop as well, and now that Katie's no longer with us, I'm actually gonna make work of that." Packie replied as he had his hands behind his head.

Liam nodded. "I'm glad to hear, Packie. I'm sure that's what Katie would've wanted." He replied back.

Packie nodded. "So, what do you think of Liberty City so far?" He asked Liam, trying to change the subject.

"It's great so far. Not that much different from Ireland though." Liam replied before he noticed a Russian gangster walking up to the car. This Russian gangster had dirty blonde hair along with a short length beard of the same color and pale blue eyes. He also wore a pair of dirty gray jeans along with a dirty white t-shirt and a dirty black leather jacket with dirty brown boots. The Russian gangster opened the door to the driver's seat and aimed a Pistol at Liam's head.

"Get out of the car and I promise you two won't get hurt." The Russian gangster told Liam and Packie calmly, obviously speaking in a thick Russian accent.

Liam didn't flinch at all as he was held at gunpoint while Packie just blinked and didn't look shocked. "We're not getting out of this car just because you demand we do." Packie told the Russian gangster, sounding very cocky. Liam then proceeded to pull the gangster into the car and punched him in the head until he let go of his Pistol.

"Good thing I enjoy a good ruck." Liam remarked as the Russian gangster ran off.

"We aren't gonna let him go for that, right, Liam? Here, have a better weapon than that scrappy little Pistol." Packie told Liam as he tossed him a Desert Eagle before Liam got out of the car and gave chase to the Russian gangster while Packie got behind the wheel and took off. Liam chased the Russian gangster all over Firefly Island before cornering him at the end of the boardwalk and holding him at gunpoint.

"Say your prayers, asshole!" Liam told the Russian gangster.

"You're making a mistake, you foolish Irishman. If you kill me, you'll have my boss stick some napalm up your ass. Keep that in mind." The Russian gangster told Liam.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Liam replied before killing the Russian gangster by shooting him in the chest. He then quickly left the boardwalk as Packie arrived with his green Oracle.

"Did you get him?" Packie asked Liam.

"I sure did. Bastard won't be bothering us anymore." Liam told Packie.

Packie grinned. "That's my cousin! Well done, Liam! Now let's get the hell out of here." He told Liam as Liam got into the passenger seat and the two of them drove off to go sightseeing around Liberty City some more.