I, Amed Corelone, was born in New York 21 years ago. When I was 9 years old me and my father (who was a LEO) took me with him for a ride-along. Unfortunately, there was no "action" this day (which I assume was expected, hence the ride-along. As kid, I though that every single day would be like this one so with any more thinking I decided to pursuit a career as an officer. As I was growing up I found that I had to sucriface a lot of my personal time for this to happen. At the age of 15, I was first brought to a firing range, where I had the opportunity to shoot with a Colt.45 for the first time in my life. My love grew even stronger. Although, a couple of years ago, I found out that I could not be able to become a LEO since my father was fired for something that has been kept a secret for me all these years (and still have not got what it is). This turn of events made me realised that become a law enforcement officer is not something mandatory to follow my dream. After a lot of hours searching, discussing with my parents, friends, family, I found out that the requirements for the U.S Army where close to the ones the police had. By that time, studying was my middle name. I had never been so busy reading for something. Finally, when the exams were given, I found myself knowing the answers and so I went to the US Army and to be more precise, the Marine Corps division. A years since then had gone by when my phone rang, it was my brother, "I haven't talked to him in a while" I though. I pick it up and he told me that a robbery has taken placed in our local grocery store while she was shopping. She refused to give them her bag because of the big amount of money they were in it and because of this incident she had been shoot and when she got in the ambulance, while they were rushing her to the hospital, she passed away.

As I previous said, my father was an officer but was fired. You would think that since he was an officer he would try to pursuit the thieves but that it not the way it happened. In an surprising turn of events, he took off and had never been seen again. At the time though, the police had been searching for both of them, my father and the robber. Having passed five months since then, I decided to move to Los Santos for a better, more calm life. It was five days since I came in and received a phone call from the police back in New York. They caught the robber but as it turns out, behind this horrifying robbery was our father. My knees started shaking; I hold the chair firmly trying not to fall. After closing the phone, with all the power I had left I threw it away and this was my last time I was thinking about the past. A week after, I was searching for a job and luckily I found a job as a mechanic. Three days after, while I was working at the garage, an old lady appears, she seemed terrified. She suddenly takes out a weapon, luckily I was not seen so I rushed in the back of a car and called 911. Not 5 minutes after the call, two cruisers have arrived forcing the woman - which her hands were clearly shaken and she was in a shock - down on the ground. An ambulance had been called and while it was on it's way here they treated the woman with first aids. The only thing I remember for that day was the adrenaline that rushed to my brain and through my whole body was unbelievable, I had never felt like it. Some people would say that it is a terrible feeling but not for me, it remind me of the old days back in the army.