Lester continued to type quickly onto his computer as he listened to the three boys talk. Most of what they were saying was totally irrelevant to the current situation but as long as it stopped them from bickering he didn't really care. Michael and Trevor had been fighting now more than ever and it wasn't helping when it came to this final heist. Even asking a simple question could drive those two over the edge and that's why Lester didn't say anything unless it was absolutely necessary. They even fought over who they should hire to help them on the heist despite how little options there were. But there was one decision that they both agreed on; the hacker.

"So who's picking her up from the air port and who is she staying with?" Lester moved his wheel chair do that he was facing the three men.

'She' was the hacker, the one who lost contact with them all after North Yankton. Lester only recently found out her location and contacted her. Once she was called about the heist she jumped on the first plane to Los Santos. The girl had missed the boys just as much as they missed her.

"She lands tonight, so one of you will have to be there by nine. And she also needs a place to stay during this time. A hotel would be easy, but way to easy to trace, so it is crucial that she stays with one of you." Lester explained as his eyes studied the three men's expressions.

The first to speak was Trevor, he wore an eager grin, which was rather out of character for him. "I can pick her up and she can stay with me. My bed is big enough for the two of us," He chuckled after raising his eyebrows.

Michael sighed, obviously irritated by what the other man had just said. "She can stay with me. Now that Amanda and the kids are gone, I have the room. And I'm more than positive that she wouldn't want to sleep next to someone who always reeks of piss and dried blood."

"Hey, fuck yo-" Trevor started but was interrupted by Lester's words.

"Perfect," The man almost purred at the fact the plan was coming together. In just a matter of days they would all be rich. "Trevor, be at the air port by nine. And Michael, clean the guest room because we are doing this, baby!" His sentence ended in a coughing fit but he pushed it off and continued to talk. "Ill call her as soon as she gets off the plane. Make sure to keep in touch. I'll call you in a couple of days to start the operation."

Franklin smiled and waved at the men, starting to walk out of the small house, "Ight, we'll I'll see you guys around, I guess."
"Yeah, homies, I have to go too, got to shower and get dressed up for my date." Trevor laughed but he wasn't at all joking. He still had lingering feeling for the girl and he had no intention of hiding them, he was the type of person to voice his feeling, after all.

Michael rolled his eyes as he made his way to his car. "Alright. I'll call you later, Frank. Maybe we can go get a drink or something."

And with that they all went their separate ways.

Chapters to come will be longer if people enjoy the story. Thinking about making this a (y/n) fanfiction but I'm not sure. Next chapter posted soon c: