It was a bright Saturday morning in the city of Los Santos. Everywhere, one could see commuters stuck in stop-and-go traffic honking their horns. A typical rush hour in the city - busy, quick, and efficient. Alex, however, stayed in his apartment in Rockford Hills oversleeping.

Alex lay in his bed, exhausted after spending much of last night doing a job for his boss. This was no ordinary job, however. This was a job for Mexican crime lord Martín Madrazo who hired Alex to assault a parking garage filled with trained professionals and steal highly-protected documents. So it was a normal night for Alex. At that point, Alex's cellphone rang and interrupted his much-needed sleep.

He groaned before lifting himself off the bed and grabbing the iFruit 9iS on the desk next to him. Alex squinted onto the phone's screen and it turned out that the person calling him was none other than his best friend Jonathan. A fellow criminal, too. Alex touched the screen and put the phone next to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Alex! Man, you gotta get over here and help me!" Gunfire was heard in the background.

"Whoa, whoa, what's going on?!"

"Being attacked by thugs, man! Now shut up and pick me up, I'm at Del Perro!"

The call ended. What happened this time? thought Alex as he dressed himself up. Alex put on his standard mission outfit, complete with a black T-shirt and black cargo pants. This looked to be a dangerous job judging from the gunfire, so Alex put on his heavy bullet vest too. He opened a cabinet and there lay his signature Carbine Rifle with a custom scope and grip. He then took an elevator down to his garage. Usually, Alex would drive his shiny red Invetero Coquette around, but again, this was going to be a risky job, so he chose his Bravado Buffalo. The engine roared as he turned the ignition.

Alex gripped his steering wheel tightly as he weaved in and out of the Los Santos traffic. He looked at his GPS and saw that Jonathan's blip on the map was about a few blocks away. Thank goodness, he thought as he dodged another incoming car. But as he was nearing Jonathan's position, a car exploded right in front of him. The sounds of the radio in Alex's Buffalo were replaced by the screaming in terror of Alex himself. He jumped out the side window of his car and rolled along the pavement. Alex's car blew up seconds later.

Alex got up, only to duck down again as bullet whizzed by. He ran into cover inside an alleyway and peered over the side of the wall. He caught sigh of a lone man carrying an RPG-7, who was in the process of reloading. A few moments pass, and the man fires his deadly rocket again towards Alex's direction. Before he could be blown to smithereens, Alex ran deeper into the alleyway just in time to narrowly avoid the explosion. A piece of shrapnel cut up Alex's left sleeve neatly.

He emerged out of the other side of the alleyway and onto another street. Alex saw another man ducked behind the flaming wreckage of a car, his back turned against him. Worry was replaced by relief as he realised it was actually Jonathan! Alex strafed towards the wreckage, his gun firing at what Jonathan seemed to be aiming at. He came up next to Jonathan.

"Jonathan! I'm here!"

Jonathan quickly turned around with his Shotgun aimed at Alex's face, but he turned his gun away as quickly as he did aiming at Alex.

"Oh god, man, it's about time!"

They both take cover behind the wrecked car. A second later, Jonathan raised his voice.

"What the heck are you doing?! Where's our ride!?" Jonathan said in annoyance.

"Don't blame me! Blame the guy with the rocket launcher!"

Jonathan sighed, but just as he did, a rocket flew by just above them. Perfect timing, Alex thought to himself as his ears recovered from the loud bang. Jonathan yelled to him, "Listen, I need a gosh darn distraction so I can call for some help!" Alex replied, "What help?!" There was no reply. Instead, Jonathan ran to the alley where Alex came from. Alex grumbled before firing off potshots from behind cover. Alex reloaded and saw Jonathan talking to someone on his phone.

Alex looked out from behind cover and saw another man next to the rocket-launcher goon, holding a Light-Machine Gun and firing off rapidly ala Rambo. Alex crouched down and tossed a grenade over the side. Unfortunately for him, though, the explosion did not deter his foes as yet another rocket fired at Alex, this time exploding near the car wreck that Alex was hiding behind. Alex was knocked back a few feet, and he was in the open. As he lay on his back, he witnessed a third man running up behind the two enemies.

This man was a mugger. The man with the RPG-7 was oblivious to the mugger sneaking up behind him, maybe because of all the chaos going on. The mugger grabbed the man's shoulder and stabbed him right in the side of his throat, instantly killing him. The mugger then grabbed the dead man's wallet and ran off in the opposite direction. The man with the LMG turned around and started firing at the mugger while also yelling swear words. This was the opportunity Alex needed. He picked up his Carbine Rifle and aimed at his enemy, but before he could take the shot, the man's head burst like a watermelon. Alex turned towards Jonathan to see him holding a Sniper Rifle.

"All in a day's work, eh, Alex?"

Alex scowled at Jonathan for his bragging. "Shut up, we have to get out of here before the cops arrive."

"Cops? You're talking about the LSPD here, man." Jonathan said as he pulled out his phone again. He touched the contact listed as Lester and pulled the phone next to his ear.

"Yeah, whatever." Alex replied.