Liam, Packie and Derrick were driving their green Oracle through the streets of Liberty City, looking for the Ancelotti arms dealer who was carrying the details of an arms shipment that the McRearys were going to intercept. "Okay, Liam, if my sources are correct, then this arms dealer should be hanging around Star Junction, so let's head down there and see if he's anywhere around there." Packie told Liam.

Liam nodded. "Alright, cousin. Let's head over there and see if the guy is around there." He replied as he began driving towards Star Junction.

"So, how are we all feeling? We all ready to start getting back to the top of the Liberty City underworld?" Packie asked Liam and Derrick. Packie was fed up with being slaves to the mafia, so he wanted the McRearys to regain the status they once had more than Liam and Derrick.

"Long as there's blood pumping through me veins and air's flowing through me lungs, then I'm all set to get us McRearys back to the top, Patrick. I'm in." Derrick replied to his younger brother. Derrick was still crippled from his heroin addiction, but now that his family needed him more than ever, he was gonna do his best to stay off the heroin, since his family couldn't afford to lose him as well.

"That's what I like to hear, Derrick. If we wanna become big boys who operate independently from the guido gangsters in Alderney, we gotta stop shoving Bolivian candy up our noses and sticking needles in our arms, so no more heroin, Derrick. Do you understand that?" Packie asked his older brother sternly.

"Course I'll stop doing that shit, Patrick. Long as you stop shoving half of Bolivia up your nose every Saturday night, we should be all set to initiate our second rise to power." Derrick replied again. Seems that the eldest McReary child was gonna keep his promise as long as Packie would keep it as well.

"Of course I'm gonna stop snorting chop, you smackhead. I can't be at my criminal best whilst under influence of Vinewood talcum powder." Packie replied back. Seems that Packie was gonna keep his promise as well.

"That's what I like to hear, cousins. Let's try and find this Ancelotti arms dealer and "persuade" him to give up his documents." Liam replied with a cocky smile as he kept driving through the streets of Liberty City.

"If my sources are correct, this guy likes to dress for success, and is a particular fan of wearing Didier Sachs clothing, so let's have a look over there." Packie suggested. Liam then drove over there, and soon arrived at a Didier Sachs clothing store on Kunzite Street and Colombus Avenue on Star Junction in Algonquin.

"Alright, we're here. Let's see if our target is around here." Liam remarked as he scanned his eyes across the area around the Didier Sachs store, trying to find the target. Soon, the target left the Didier Sachs store dressed in a brand new charcoal 3-piece suit with chocolate brown loafers. He was carrying the briefcase with the details to the arms shipment in his right hand. He then began walking down the street.

"There's our target, right on time. Okay, Liam, I want you to follow this guy, but don't get too close or he'll get suspicious. Then, once he gets to a quiet spot, you can take him out and grab the plans. Got it?" Packie asked Liam as he looked at him.

"I'll take care of it, cousin. You take the wheel in the meantime." Liam replied as he got out of the green Oracle and began walking down the street as well, quietly following the arms dealer. In the meantime, Packie got behind the wheel of the green Oracle and began driving it as if him and Derrick were just two normal guys driving in LC traffic.

Eventually, Liam followed the arms dealer to a quiet spot, so he snuck up behind the arms dealer and knocked him out, then grabbed the briefcase with the details to the arms shipment inside. "There we go. Even in the United States, I'm still a stealthy theft artist." Liam told himself before noticing Packie and Derrick pull up in their green Oracle.

"Well, shit. Looks like you did it, cousin. I'm pleased as fucking punch." Packie told Liam with a grin. He was happy that his cousin didn't screw up this simple task, and with the details to the arms shipment obtained, they could move on to the next step of their plan.

"Of course, Packie. I've always been good at stealing, so this ain't nothing new for me." Liam laughed as he got into the green Oracle, and the three McRearys drove off. The three McRearys were unaware that the whole scene was being watched by a Caucasian man with blue eyes, blond hair and a blond handlebar mustache who wore a zipped up brown leather coat, stonewashed blue jeans, brown boots and purple aviator shades. This man had watched the scene from his red Infernus.

"Hmmmm...so the McRearys are planning something, eh? The boss might be interested in this..." The man spoke in an Upstate New York accent before driving off.

Sometime later, Liam decided to go for a drive through Liberty City by himself to get himself familiar with the city. Packie was nice enough to lend him a green Vincent, and Liam had promised Auntie Maureen that he wouldn't get in trouble or get killed, and after that, he went on his way. The Irishman was now driving through the streets of Liberty City, and it was raining all over the city. Liam groaned as he was driving through the rain. Sure, he was used to the rain from back in Ireland, but he still preferred sunny weather over rainy weather. Trying to get his mind off the rainy weather, he decided to turn on the radio, since that should help to deal with this rainy nightmare.

The radio began playing hiphop music from The Beat 102.7. "Sure, I like hiphop, but I ain't in the mood for that shit right now." Liam muttered as he switched the radio station to Liberty Rock Radio, which played classic rock, pop rock and heavy metal. Liam smiled hearing the music. "That's more like it." He said to himself as he listened to it while he drove. Suddenly, his phone began buzzing. As Liam was driving, he put the caller on speakerphone so he could hear them better as he drove. "McReary." Liam told the caller as he answered the phone.

"Liam, it's me, your cousin, Gerry. I'm calling from Alderney State Correctional Facility." The voice of Liam's older cousin, Gerald McReary, better known as Gerry sounded on the phone.

"Oh, shit! Gerry! How you doing, cousin?" Liam asked his cousin, happy to speak to him.

"As well as I can do in here. Listen, I've put you on the visitors list. Come and see me, because I wanna discuss things with you." Gerry explained to Liam.

"Okay, Gerry. I got enough time on hands anyway, so I'll come by. See you soon." Liam replied as he hung up the phone and drove towards Alderney State Correctional Facility, where Gerry was doing time. Once he arrived at the prison, he got out of the car and went inside. He then found Gerry in his prison uniform, sitting behind glass at the phone. Gerry had his face in his hands, but removed them and saw Liam walking in. Liam sat down and put the phone to his ear, with Gerry doing the same thing.

"Hey, Liam. It's been ages since I last saw you, cousin." Gerry spoke with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah, same here, Gerry. It's a shame that we have to reunite under these circumstances." Liam replied. "And I'm...sorry about Katie..." He said, sounding bleak at the mention of Katie's name. He was still sad that Katie was no longer with them, but was trying his best to stay strong for the sake of his family.

Gerry sighed, sounding bleak as well. "Yeah, Katie's death was very unfortunate...She never did anything wrong, and while we weren't exactly close, I still hoped that she would be able to find herself a man to grow old with, but it didn't get to be...Fuck, I'll miss her..." He replied, doing his best to stay strong in front of his cousin, but it appears he was just as devastated by Kate's death as the rest of the McRearys.

"Right..." Liam nodded. "So, what did you summon me here for?" He asked Gerry, trying to change the subject and get to the business at hand.

"Right, about that...Packie told me that you guys are trying to "stock up." 'Cause if you wanna move up in the world, you gotta have stocks. Call Packie, he'll let you in on more details." Gerry explained to Liam.

Liam nodded. "Okay, cousin. I'll see you later...hopefully." He told his older cousin.

"Yeah. Hey, Liam, before you go...I'm glad you came back to LC. It was getting pretty fucked up without you around, you know that?" Gerry asked his younger cousin.

"I get it, Gerry. I get it. See you soon." Liam replied before he hung up the phone, got up and left the Alderney State Correctional Facility. He then proceeded to call Packie.

"Gerry told me to call you." Liam told Packie as soon as he picked up.

"Right. So, it's time to move on that arms shipment. Here's the shot: You, me and Gordon are heading down to the docks of Broker, and we're gonna intercept the arms shipment there. There's gonna be Ancelottis all over the docks, so we gotta be careful about where we set foot on the docks. Once the arms shipment is loaded into the truck, we intercept it and take it to a warehouse down at East Island City, where we'll store it for future use." Packie explained to Liam.

"Is it really gonna be that simple, Packie? If there's something I've learned from doing jobs that sound easier than they really are, it's that they're not be underestimated. One time back in the old country, I had to steal a truckload of counterfeit bills from one of the rival mobs in Belfast. I was told it was gonna be easy, but there were about 50 fucking Irish mobsters over the place and I barely made it out alive with that truck." Liam told Packie, knowing the dangers of jobs that sound easier than they really are.

"I understand your concern, Liam, but trust me: It's all gonna be fine. If Derrick, Niko and I made it out of the bank heist alive, then this'll be a walk in Middle Park." Packie assured Liam, being confident that nothing was gonna go wrong during this job.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it then, Packie. But don't say I didn't warn you if it does go to shit." Liam replied back.

"Just come over to Ma's house. Gordon and I are waiting there on you." Packie told Liam before hanging up. Liam then proceeded to drive back to the McReary Residence to find Packie and his friend Gordon Sargent waiting there for him. Liam pulled up to them and honked the horn.

"There he is!" Packie said as him and Gordon walked over to the green Vincent and stepped inside. Packie was riding shotgun and Gordon was in the back. "Drive us to the Broker Navy Yard, Liam." Packie then told Liam, who nodded and proceeded to start driving there.

"Well, time to rob the fucking Mafia, I guess." Liam then spoke as he was driving towards the Broker Navy Yard.

"Damn right we're robbing the Mafia, cousin. It's time us McRearys regained the influence we once had, 'cause I'm sick and tired of being slaves to a bunch of guido gangsters who are so lazy that they won't even scratch their own asses." Packie replied with a determined tone in his voice. Looks like he was really determined to restore the McRearys' criminal empire to its former glory.

"Just be careful when we're back on top, Packie, 'cause you might just end up becoming one of 'em guido gangsters who can't be bothered to scratch their own asses." Gordon Sargent spoke up in the back.

"Shut up, Gordon, or I'll come back there and kick your ass in a fucking minute!" Packie retorted in an annoyed tone.

"Hey, Liam. If there's anything I've learned from hanging with Packie, it's that he tries to act all tough and emotionless, but he's a big bowl of sadness underneath that thick skin." Gordon told Liam to further mock Packie.

"No need to tell me, Gordon. I already knew that from growing up with him." Liam replied as he kept driving towards the Broker Navy Yard. Liam did spend most of his childhood and teenage years being raised by his Auntie Maureen in Liberty City because his mother died when he was a young boy and his father joined the Irish Navy and was gone from home a lot. Once he turned 18, he returned to Ireland and settled there up until now. That said, he knew how his cousins were from his time growing up with them.

Gordon laughed at that. "I shouldn't have expected anything less from another McReary such as yourself, Liam." The Irishman told Liam.

"Whatever. I'm just trying to stay out of your petty arguments and focus on the task at hand." Liam replied back as he kept on driving towards the Broker Navy Yard.

"See, Gordon? At least someone is trying to focus on the task at hand, unlike your immature mocking ass." Packie told Gordon.

"Whatever, I'm just an Irish-American thug trying to get by in this shithole of a city." Gordon replied before everyone went quiet until they got to the Broker Navy Yard.

"Alright, we're here. Let's go find a vantage point to observe the situation from. Follow me, guys." Packie told Liam and Gordon as the three Irishmen got out of the green Vincent and made their way to a vantage point.

"Well, judging by all those Italians around the area, I'd say this is where the shit is supposed to go down." Liam remarked as him, Packie and Gordon observed the situation.

"Yep." Packie replied before seeing a Tugboat coming in to dock. "And if I'm not mistaken, that's the boat with the arms shipment inside, right on time." He added.

"So, the plan was to steal the arms shipment once it was loaded into the truck, right, Packie?" Liam asked his cousin as he looked at him.

"Yep. But before we take the truck, we gotta take out these Ancelotti bastards. Can't have a bunch of angry wacko Italians making holes in us, you know? So, once the truck is loaded up, you and Gordon clean up on the ground while I cover you with a Sniper Rifle." Packie explained.

"Doing the easy work on the job, eh? You've always been a cheapskate criminal, Packie." Gordon mockingly told Packie.

"Just get your ass down there and start cleaning out those Italians with Liam before I push your ass off this building, Gordon!" Packie quietly but angrily told Gordon.

"Let's just get this over with, Gordon. Once this is over with, you and Packie can continue bickering." Liam told Gordon before the two of them made their way down to the ground and started fighting the Ancelottis with whatever weapons they had at their disposal at that moment. Packie kept his promise and covered Liam and Gordon with his Sniper Rifle. Then, once the Ancelottis at the docks were cleaned out, Liam and Gordon stepped into the Yankee that was loaded up with the Ancelottis' arms shipment.

"If you two drive that truck to the warehouse, I'll cover you on the way there." Packie told Liam and Gordon.

"Okay, cousin. See what you can do." Liam replied before him and Gordon drove off to the warehouse in East Island City while Packie drove behind them in one of the Ancelottis' Cognoscentis that he stole. As they were driving towards the warehouse, the Ancelottis came after the trio to try and stop them.

"Looks like those Italian bastards are really determined to stop us, are they?" Gordon asked as he noticed the attacking Ancelottis.

"Sure looks like it. They don't like being robbed, I guess." Liam remarked as he kept driving the Yankee to the warehouse.

"That's a lesson I've learned. Fucking Packie said it'd be easy." Gordon sighed as he began shooting at the Ancelottis.

As they drove, Liam looked behind him. "What the hell? There's a box of grenades in the truck cab!" He said as he saw the grenades.

"Well, use 'em to blow those asshole Italians to smithereens then!" Gordon suggested as he kept shooting. Liam grabbed some grenades, activated them and tossed them at the attacking Ancelottis' cars, causing them to blow up.

"Woohoo! That's some exciting shit right there!" Gordon exclaimed as he saw the Ancelottis meet their explosive demise.

"That'll teach those Italian cunts not to fuck with the McRearys." Liam remarked as him, Gordon and Packie arrived at the warehouse in East Island City, and drove the Yankee inside. Liam and Gordon then walked out of the warehouse, where Packie was waiting for them with the Ancelotti Cognoscenti.

"Well done, boys. This our first stop in our second rise to power. I'll tell Gerry we did good today. He'll be pleased as fucking punch." Packie told Liam and Gordon.

"Yeah, I bet. I hope we'll be able to make him happy while he's in the joint knowing that we're carrying the family business back to the top." Liam replied to Packie.

"Okay. Get in, and I'll drive us home." Packie said as Liam and Gordon stepped inside the Cognoscenti and the three of them drove off.