A/n: My first fanfic sooo... be gentle, it's my first time
"What the hell is your problem 0taku !?" Said the jerk on the other end of the Ifruit,
"Chill the fuck out boss, I delivered the package didnt I?" Said the man lighting a bong
"Yes but it's smashed beyond comparison!", The stoner replied quickly
"You wanna go down the highway doing 80 miles escaping from the cops, Merryweather and the FIB smuggling half a ton of crystal while driving a Weazels news van?!" At the end of the phone the man questioned "When did you- nevermind, I paid up-front because you were supposed to be the best!"
"and I used that money to deck out my bachelor pad!" The quick witted hustler said.
"The Lost aren't gonna be happy you Merryweather reject!" this easily angered the merc
"Yea well screw them! I dont care if they send the military I'll mow those amateur bikers down like dogs!"
The man was Jack 0taku, a free-lance mercenary living life to the full in Los Santos, he wasn't on the best of terms in the case of finding a permenent job. he had enough money sure, but he wanted a job that would take him to a new level of infamy. The merc needed a job, something fun, something that would pay off his new car
"well I might as well give lester a call, see if he can get me a god-forsaken job." Jack dialed lester
"Jack what's up? listen I cant speak right now but give me a call in a week or two, I'll probably have something for you by then."
Jack was pissed "Great now i have to see if i can get a job from Ron, god I hate that guy but I am desperate so..." the phone dialed and clicked
"hey ron! hows my favourite guy, listen I need a job." Ron answered back excitedly
"Trevor wanted to see you, something about a heist that'll blow your mind, well he said that with some swears and that you should haul ass!" Jack thought about it
"Alright ron i'll come up to sandy shores this weekend and talk to your boss, see you fuck-face."