Los Santos, America, 3:15 pm.

"Get in the Van. Now." Nice. These people have no courtesy at all. "That's no way to treat a guest." I receive no reply, only a sharp pain across my back. "Holy Shit you Fucktard! Jesus Christ!" "I said GET THE FUCK IN!" "Okay, keep your panties on!" I almost laugh at my own joke. I think I would've cracked, if they hadn't forcefully shoved me into the van. "Hey man! What The Fuck!" I hear an almost silent click and feel the cold of metal against my forehead. "You are going to Shut the Fuck up before I put a bullet through that ugly little face of yours."

Two hours later...

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Is what I shouted as a maniac attached jump leads to my fingers. "You are going to tell us the location of your team, or we are going to torture you till you die. Then when they bury you, we'll dig you up and hang your body from the Vinewood sign. We clear?" "Not really..." I commented as he grabbed my chin and spat in my face. I then heard his footsteps retreating toward the table where he kept the torture instruments. I heard the silenced clatter of gunfire and the sack being pulled off my head seconds later. "C'mon man, how'd you get captured?" Said Samuel as he undid the knots of my bindings. "Let's go, George and Oli are waiting in the van." "The Vapid?" I asked weakly. "Yeah." My vision is starting to black out. "Help me..."

Seven Weeks Later...

"Hello? Thomas! You're back! Fuck yes! We thought we were gonna lose you man, and we couldn't do what we do without without one of our core members, right?" "Hey, slow down Sam, give me some time to think." "George and Oli are out there tryin' to find whoever did this to you. We think it might've been the Vagos, but Grove Street is also an option, considering how angry 'CJ' was when you left them. There aren't many left now, but what little there are are holed up in the very street that gave the gang it's name. Oli and I don't think this is the case, but George thinks it might've been the Ballas too. What do you think?" "It wasn't the Vagos, I'm sure of it. Torture isn't really their thing, if you know what I mean." "Do you think 'CJ' wants Revenge on you for that one time where you spilled his secrets?" "Dunno," I said, rubbing my head. "Maybe. I'll sleep on it. You'd better get some sleep too." "K, night Bro." "Night..." I muttered, thinking about who could've wanted to kill us, the team, so badly that they'd captured me and tortured me. It was then I realised, they must've known where I was going to be and when I was going to be there. This means we have a mole, and considering our organisation is pretty small, they'll have to be really good at covering their tracks.