Dear Kent,
After I dragged you off the road from being killed, and helping you hold of a number of cops off your property, I hoped that we had built some solid friendship between us. However, I must of been mistaken. After our mishap at the film studios, the cops took a number of my cocaine away that I had left in the boot of the vehicle you bled in. So I was in need of some more. After I had helped you out in such a way, I decided to ring Montana in order to possibly come out with some sort of deal. But I ran into something far more than I was expecting. I asked on the phone who I was speaking to, and he rudely interrupted by shouting at me that it does not matter and wanted to know who I was. I then answered back, attempting to ignore his rudeness that I was a late friend of yours, and that I was in need of some cocaine. I got no answer, in till a few minutes later. I asked in the phone if anyone was there, he replied with "stop wasting my time". I was no longer going to take his sickening impoliteness, in which I was expecting the opposite for what I had done for you no longer than a day ago. I told him I no longer want business with such an ill-mannered person, and hangup on this person.(I was unable to get his name unfortunately) I then decided to ring a friend of mine in Montana(I knew his cell phone) I had helped him in the past transport some goods to and from Germany. I told him about the deal and as I was expecting he replied that he was very much interested, and that I would meet him at my club later that day. I then traveled to a friends house. On my way out, I bumped into a ghetto looking figure, who was asking where I was. Acting as someone else (in case this figure was to be harmful) I told him I was at my club. He then told me with discourtesy to show him. Being scared of this figure, and also unarmed, I decided to run. He attempted to make chase, at this point, I knew this person was after me, and was possibly a Hitman. I lured him into an abandoned house on Prawn Island. I exited my car grabbing my shotgun while doing so. He continued to chase me inside. I saw him holster a shotgun on the way. I took him to the roof and waited to see if he would follow, and he did. I fought him on the roof, and I took the Hitman down. I then check his corpse for any information. I ended up finding his wallet. Inside was Info relating to him being sent by Montana. I was shocked that Montana attempted to assassinate me, I also laughed at how much they failed with the Hitman. Exiting the house, I was determined on finding you and asking you what all this was about. I was then ambushed on the road outside by many thugs. I attempted to hold them off but I was by far outnumbered. I was shot down. While internally bleeding on the road(Just like you was before I picked you up) I was abused by these thugs. They shouted "You fuckin cockaroach, do not mess with Montana" They then left me to die. I managed to grab my cell phone and call for an ambulance. I am now in Hospital after this situation and writing this letter to you, Kent, asking for an explanation for all of this!
Yours sincerely,
Klaus
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