Author's Notes: Let's see how this story goes, GTA at it's core.

Los Santos was constantly being plagued by crime, discrimination, and pure lunacy, but nothing compared not even reached the level of madness of three great friends. The Unholy Trinity as Lamar had named them were at it again.

"Take that you coppers hahahahahaha!" The team's secret weapon shouted in a combination of laughter and anger. His assault shotgun's bullets pierced the skins of the retreading officers. "T CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" The oldest and team leader yanked at his psychotic bff's arm managing to drag him away from the scene before reinforcements arrived. "The fuck Mikey let me enjoy their suffering!" He gave out the evilest grin he could form. "No man we have to keep moving!" He signaled him to follow as they jogged down an empty street with at least $720,000 in cash. The faint sound of a helicopter was forming behind them.

"Shit through the alley!" Both ran for it as the police helicopter got closer to them. Both ran around the alley which started to look like a maze to them. "Now where to now smartass?" Trevor paced back and forth checking the corners. Michael hesitated for a while till he made up his mind "That door over there!" Michael stood next to it as Trevor kicked it open and knocking down a startled smoker on the other side. Both moved across the hallway towards the main entrance and to the outside again. A police cruiser stopped a good distance with its occupants getting out as both criminals began firing at it. "Suck on my bullets!" Trevor fired insanely. One of the officers got hit on the head while the other one got a nasty wound in the shoulder and ducked down. That was their chance to run and they took it as they ran to the next street.

Once reaching a gas station they ran around it and took cover behind a dumpster. The sirens of the police could be heard all around them and the helicopter searching in the air. "Shit fucking stupid fuck Michael!" Michael looked at him agitated "What?", "You know what you old snake!" Trevor snapped back at him. Michael told him to shut up and wait for the moment to show up. After a few minutes of agonizing suspense a car's honking went off behind them. A plumbing van had parked across the street from them and the driver rolled down his window. "Yo you two morons need a ride?" The guys were relieved to see him here. "F about time man jeez." Michael gladly shouted to him while Trevor barked out "Did you had to get your nails done huh sweet cheeks?" Once inside the car they raced of towards the Vanilla Unicorn and waited it out till the heat died down.

The Vanilla Unicorn

"What does the news say?" Michael was on his third beer when he asked the guys in Trevor's office. Trevor who was doing lines in his desk after nine beers and one stripper kept grunting about Burger Shot. "Check it dawg Lamar says it's clear to go now." Franklin put away his phone as he told the crew. Michael pulled out the cash and emptied it on the desk. "Still I think this was unnecessary." Franklin told Michael who replied with a simple gesture "We can't use our cash or they'll trace it to our accounts." The gang had robbed an armor truck because Jimmy had accidently started a gunfight in a night club and one of the fatally injured was a known Messina soldier who's step uncle happened to be a capo régime for the same crime family. Now if they didn't pay up for the hospital and funeral bills Jimmy's corpse would be swimming with the fishes. Michael didn't want Dave to find out he was at it again after all the shit they had gone thru. "Exactly Frankie boy cause if Mikey here would be a responsible parent he wouldn't have let Jimmy go to places like that." Trevor blurted out to Franklin while pointing at Michael. "Up yours!" Michael gave Trevor the bird with Trevor just shaking his head with a smile. While Trevor snorted the last line Franklin waved them goodbye as he left the strip club to go feed Chop.

"You know sugar tits that went smooth as a Christmas carol."

"Six dead police officers and property damage…knowing you that was probably the calmest robbery yet."

Trevor looked up at Michael "Maybe the game is not over for us just yet huh?" Michael looked at him with a no no expression "uh uh no fucking way we're out we lived it's fucking over okay!" Trevor scolded him for going soft and useless. Both being the great friends that they were threw out the first punches to each other.

Nearing Vinewood Hills all Franklin could think about was the sweet warm comfortable bed of his. All this hustling and killing was making this particular nigga sleepy. Frank's phone went off and he answered to hear his longtime hood nigga for life on the other end.

"Eh what's cracking my soft ass nigga?"

"Nigga being successful and living life don't make me soft."

"Whatever you be a sneaky fool if I let you get away with it only reason your all high and mighty is because of this street genius you listening to."

"Yeah you right because of your dumb, troublemaking, stupid ass, shit talking ways finally made me move up the food chain."

"Bitch all you want, but it was still me that made YOU so if you writing some fancy book bout your soft ass add me at the top of the list as an inspiration."

Franklin kept rolling his eyes about this wannabe master of all gangstas. "Is that all you called me for?"

"Actually no, you see since you ain't living in the hood anymore some serious looking cats came by your aunt's place looking for you." Franklin took it more serious now "It's half my house and what they look like?"

"Like your white daddy all dressed, old and clean." Frank couldn't get anyone he new besides Michael that fit the description. "What else happened you talked to them?"

"Na, but your aunt did and knowing how much you two have strong family ties I reckon they got your address."

"Shit call you later." Franklin floored the gas pedal up the hills to his house.