It had been a simple break.

Michael and Misty had gone away together, spent a week and a half in England, visiting Misty's sister in southern Yorkshire on the way.

Immy had also been in the UK, but in South Wales, introducing one of her new SMGs to the SAS.

Unintentionally, both had timed in perfectly with each other and were on the same return flight back to San Andreas. The plane would go to Liberty City, then from there to Los Santos.

But they never expected what would happen when they reached Los Santos again, and were waiting to be processed through the metal detectors…

"We make a point here, my friends, here and now. Keep moving… no Russian." The leader of the 5 men in the elevator said, loading the last cartridge into his fully automatic shotgun. 3 of the others had heavy machine guns and the last had a Carbine Rifle with a grenade launcher attachment under the barrel. And all of them were suited in heavy body armour.

The elevator opened and the 5 walked out slowly, looking at the large crowd of people waiting at the detectors… before they all raised and fired, aiming at no single person, just at the crowd, and not a single finger left the trigger. People ran and screamed as they were ruthlessly mowed down by the spread of bullets, some people managing to escape further into the terminal, which with a slow walk, the 5 men followed.

Immy's short size made it easy for her to hide. She's quickly ran and hidden under one of the tables in the small Burger Shot area of the terminal, and there she stayed. Her eyes were wide with horror as she saw the 5 men continuing their merciless assault, until they were far enough away. Then she cautiously crawled out from the table and carefully, quietly, walked to the mass of bodies by the detectors. She almost threw up when her bare feet stepped into the massive pool of blood, her having taken her shoes off when they'd left the plane… then she saw Michael.

"Michael… wake up!" Immy says, shaking Michael, who woke up with a shock… before they both realised he'd been tremendously lucky. No bullets had hit him, he'd been knocked out by another person, who in the process of trying to run, had knocked Michael down and he'd hit his head on the ground.

"Immy… where's…" Michael starts to say… before getting up and quickly stepping over the bodies to Misty. She hadn't been so lucky, Michael could see 3 different bullet wounds in her stomach, right shoulder and left leg, as well as a mark on her neck where a bullet appeared to have grazed her, taking a chunk of the skin off of her neck. "She's… she's still got a pulse…" He says.

"We… have to… get away from…" Immy says before it became too much and she collapsed back, Michael knowing what he had to do.

So it was a couple of minutes later, when the sirens arrived outside, that Michael emerged from the terminal, Immy over his shoulder and Misty in his arms, all three of them covered in blood.

"The fuck happened?!" One of the paramedics yelled in shock after getting out and running to Michael.

"5 guys… they were all… heavily armed, they just… shot everyone… in my arms, she got hit, over my shoulder, passed out, too much on her…" Michael manages to say, out of breath.

Misty and Immy were put in the ambulance… and then Michael heard it, the pain filled cry for help. He ran to the pillar and saw a badly shaken up Carly hiding behind it, a bullet having grazed her left ankle.

"One of them… walked up, knocked me down… and shot me before they all walked into the airport." Carly says as Michael crouches down, ripping part of his shirt and tying it around the flannel shirt Carly used as a bandage.

"What… why did they… where are Immy and Misty?" She says, feeling like she did back in the riots.

"Immy's alright, she hid… but… they got Misty badly." Michael says.

The two heard the roar of Trevor's truck and looked, seeing Johnny jump out and run over to them, Trevor looking around in shock.

"Holy fuck! Airport security fight each other or something?!" Trevor says.

"5 guys came in and shot the place up… massive crowd of people and they just mowed us down… Carly wasn't caught in it, they shot her on the way in, looks like it just grazed her." Michael says.

"Was Sam in there?! She and I were supposed to meet up with Immy!" Carly says, frantically looking around for Sam.

"I don't know, I didn't see her anywhere." Michael says, Trevor running inside the terminal, despite Michael shouting after him not to… when he returned a few minutes later, they all suspected the worst when they saw Sam had blood all over her chest… then they saw no holes or tears in her clothes, and realised she must've hidden in plain sight by diving in among the bodies and remaining motionless.

"Nice plan, Sam." Carly says once she was in Johnny's arms, Sam seeing that Carly was grazed but the blood on her bandaged ankle was starting to dry already.

"Let's fucking hightail it outta here before they come back!" Trevor says.

When everyone was at Mount Zonah, Michael was telling Carly what the gunman had said.

"No Russian… so why go shoot up a fucking airport and kill innocent people?!" Carly says, her ankle stitched up and bandaged.

"No idea… damn, we probably should've stayed over there a few more days." Michael says, Carly's phone ringing.

"Craig?! Okay, calm down kiddo… last I heard, Misty's still in the O.R." Carly says, trying to reassure the frantic 15 year old on the other line.

"Put Michael on the phone." Craig says, Carly handing the phone to Michael. "You son of a bitch, you got my sister shot?!" He yells.

"Craig, how is it anything of my fault that some guys came in, guys I've never seen in my life, and shot the place up?! How it it my fault at all, we were simply returning home after a short break, no one asked for this!" Michael says.

"Craig, we do not need to start blame each-" Carly says after the phone was back in her hand… but it was what Craig said next that infuriated Carly. "This coming from the little boy who hasn't even… that was a low fucking shot, Craig Caril, even for you!" She says menacingly before hanging up, confusing Michael.

"What did-" Michael starts to ask.

"He called you a lecherous old man who supposedly corrupted his sister and then called me a stupid little tramp for being with Johnny! I don't know what pisses me off more!" Carly says as Rys walks in. "If your brother disrespects my family again, I'm ripping his limbs off!" She says angrily, startling Rys.

"What the hell did Craig say to Carly?! I've never seen her so mad!" Rys says after he and Michael walk into the hallway.

Carly flopped down on the gurney as Johnny walked in, seeing tears running down her face and walking over, pulling her into his arms as they hugged.