It was now mid-Spring in 2014, almost six months after Gustavo Mota was broken out of prison with the help of several men sent by Lester Crest, one of Gustavo's crime partners and associates.

Gustavo received a call from another associate of his, Michael De Santa. Along with a few other people, Gustavo had done a heist on the Union Depository last year. He had lost contact with most of the people, except for Trevor Phillips, Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton and Lester Crest. Michael requested for Gustavo to head down to Darnell Bros, located on Popular Street in La Mesa.

He arrived there in his used Emperor, which he had bought just a few weeks ago. Entering the factory, Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Lester were already there. "It's been a while, Gustavo. Not since that time I got a few guys to help bust you out of prison," Lester said. "I know. Thanks for that. So anyway why did you all call me here?"

Michael asked, "Remember Merryweather Security?" Gustavo nodded. "I thought they lost the ability to operate on US soil? Why mention them?" Lester continued for Michael, "They're still operating on US soil. But now they're like goddamn mercenaries. They offer all sorts of services to anyone who can afford them. They even offer sending attack helicopters and mercenaries to kill people!"

Gustavo swore. "We must take them down!" Franklin and Trevor nodded in agreement. Franklin's phone suddenly rang. He took his phone out and answered the call. "What's up, LD?" LD was the nickname of Lamar Davis, a very good friend of Franklin's and a member of The Families, a large street gang. Franklin listened to what Lamar had to say. "Those Merryweather pricks. I'll be there to blow their fucking heads off."

Putting his phone back into his pocket, Franklin informed, "Chamberlain Gang Families territory is being attacked by Merryweather." At once, Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo got up and rushed out of Darnell Bros. The Chamberlain Gang Families was a particular set of gangsters in The Families, and it was also the set that Franklin, Trevor and Michael were affiliated with.

"Gustavo, follow us. Don't drive your car," Michael told him. The four got into Michael's black Tailgater and they sped off to Chamberlain Hills.

Michael parked his car at the Maze Bank Arena, which was a stone's throw away from Chamberlain Hills. He opened the trunk of the car, revealing a set of firearms inside. Michael took a Micro SMG and two extra SMG clips while Gustavo picked a Carbine Rifle and grabbed along an additional magazine. Trevor and Franklin used pistols that they had kept in their pockets.

Together, the four ran towards Chamberlain Hills. Franklin told them, "Lamar thinks that he is Merryweather's real target, which is possible. We should try to head to him and protect his ass."

Gustavo took aim and squeezed the trigger lightly. Three rounds entered a Merryweather operative in unprotected parts of his body. The operative collapsed instantly, with blood oozing out of his bullet wounds. "Good shot, Gustavo," Trevor remarked as he fired a bullet from his pistol. That bullet hit another Merryweather operative right in the forehead. "You too, Trevor," Gustavo said.

The four were progressing steadily. In two minutes, they had reached Lamar's house. On the street right outside Lamar's house, there were two Patriots. Merryweather operatives had surrounded the house and were preparing to barge into it. Gustavo and Franklin cleared the operatives out while Michael and Trevor helped to clear out the other areas of Chamberlain Hills.

Entering the house, Gustavo and Franklin found a pistol being aimed at them. The owner of the pistol was a terrified Lamar Davis. "You're fucking finally here, Franklin. And who's the guy beside you? Looks Mexican, is he part of the goddamn Vagos?"

Franklin shook his head. "He used to. But now he's a freelance gunman. He was one of the gunmen that helped us out in robbing the Union Depository back then." Lamar nodded, impressed. "He must be pretty good, then." Gustavo interrupted politely, "Guys, we can do the damn formalities later. At the moment your territory is being attacked by Merryweather."

At the mention of Merryweather, Lamar's face paled. "Those fucks are so ballsy. I thought the government stopped them from operating in the country? But they're launching a damn assault in our territory! This kind of shit is like the beginning of a second Civil War!"

Gustavo could not suppress a small chuckle. "You stay here, then. Franklin and I will help clear out the rest of the area. Michael and Trevor, they're already doing that."

Three minutes later, while combatting more Merryweather operatives, the four heard sirens nearby. The police were responding to the large-scale gunfight. The surviving Merryweather operatives were scrambling to return to their Patriots and flee. So were the gangsters. But when the police arrived, everyone was gone. All that remained were the dead bodies.

Of course, when they were questioned, the gangsters said nothing. Without evidence, the police had no choice but to leave the scene.

After the police left, Lamar, Franklin, Trevor, Michael and Gustavo gathered in Lamar's house. "You guys came on time. If you came like a minute later or so, more men would've died. My men count ten injured, three seriously injured and two dead."

Michael said, "Merryweather is getting out of hand. But how many of those pricks did everyone kill in total?" Lamar shrugged. "My men say around thirty."

"We need to get revenge," Franklin pounded his fist on the table. Everyone agreed. "Let's ask Lester, he'll probably know what to do," said Gustavo.