User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael's Future: It's Just Business part 1

27 year-old Michael awoke from his slumber with his phone going off. He grabbed it off his nightstand, cautious not to wake his loving wife, Nicole Diaz. He looked at the time 3:33 AM, in the year 2020 at Old Bullworth Vale. He answered and pressed the phone against his ear.

"Hello?" Michael whispered, careful not to wake her. "Michael it's Jimmy." Jimmy Queen, his longtime friend since his Sophmore year in High School, as well as business partner for Queen Industries. "You seem to have caught me at a very." He eyed his beautiful wife with confidence. "Incovinient time, mister Queen." He finished.

"I'm sorry but it's important." Jimmy exclaims with excitement. "Isn't it always, which is why I keep getting woken up in the dead of night." Michael replies with sarcasm.

"Listen just meet at the Papers in Liberty City later today. It's something you'll be very glad to know about." He says still with so much excitement. "Your funeral?" Michael says, with sarcasm in mind.

"Oh haha very funny. Goodnight." Jimmy says then drops the call on Michael. "it was until you called." Michael says to himself as he falls back asleep.

Friday, 11:58 AM.
Michael arrived at the Papers at midday. The weather was with mild rain and cops sirens could be heard a mile away. Nothing has changed about good ole Liberty city. He thought to himself. He went inside and approached a woman by a desk. She was good looking, tall, brunette.

"Well hello, looking to publish something mister Diaz?" The girl asked, with a flirtatious grin on her face. "No publishing, I'm married." Michael replied, with sarcasm as he went to the elevator. He went to the top floor where he saw his old friend, and business partner Jimmy waiting for him. He approached him. "Hello Jimmy, how was your night?" Michael asked, jokingly to which Jimmy rolled his eyes.

At full stand Jimmy was 6'3 one inch taller then Michael who was 6'2. Jimmy was around 195 pounds as well his hair was blond, long, and wavy. Michael had changed in appearance since High School. He had only grown an inch since graduation nine years ago but was about 230 pounds. He was still very fit and very athletic. When he wasn't running one of the most influencial businesses in the world he was running in Marathons and fighting in MMA. Where he had a professional record of 16 wins with only one loss coming by split decision.

As well as being a very prominent figure in Liberty city, he was the Black Arrow, a man who had evicted many criminals from this city, he wore a black outifit with a hood and the letter 'A' for Arrow stiched into his chest. As well a friend of his had developed a sort of grappling hook for him. Michael also wore a balacava around his face. Hiding his true identity.

"Still the same sense of humor." Jimmy said with a sigh. "Anyways you're probably wondering why I brought you here."

"Not really, you always did like good views, the chick running the front desk is certainly a damn good view if you ask me." Michael said, as his usual joking self. "As I was saying, anyways there was another sighting of our masked hero Black Arrow."

"Why does a super hero dressing up as a gothic white knight have to do with Queen Industries?" Michael questioned, spicing it up with his own humor.

"It matters because he was sighted on top of the Queen Industries building a few nights ago, Breaking and entering." He said, accusingly. "They call him a hero but a low flying helicopter took this picture of him." Jimmy brought out a picture of Michael on top of the building, wearing his signature outfit so you couldn't make out who it is. He was seen entering through one of the windows, which happen to be Michael's office.

TO BE CONTINUED!