Disclaimer: I don't own GTA.
"Are you sure you should be doing this, Carl?"
"Big Smoke's dead, bro! He ain't gonna need his loot anymore..."
Leaving his Seat inside the car as he climbed out of his seat, CJ shut the door before facing the house his brother had driven him to. With their old acquaintance who had ended up betraying them now dead, this was a good chance to raid the place of all the valuable goods he'd owned.
CJ confidently approached the front door and started fiddling with with the lock, trying to unbolt it so he could go inside the house to fill the bag he carried with all the valuables he could find.
It was a little while before CJ's ears picked up a sound which told him he had managed to unlock the door.
Ready start taking every bit of goods his former and deceased homie ever owned, he pushed the door open and walked inside.
An alarm instantly began ringing out.
Before Carl could realise what was happening, he suddenly felt himself being shot at. He screamed in agony as thousands of bullets punctured him - being fired from a gun installed on the alarm which was ringing.
CJ dropped to the floor to land in a pool of his own blood. He could feel his life slipping completely away from him. He had just enough time to hear the gunshots die down - before he was suddenly surprised by a pre-recorded message being blasted at him through by a speaker that was installed on the alarm.
The recorded voice was one which sounded very familiar to CJ, who'd thought he'd never hear it again after he'd killed the person it belonged to.
"YOU PICKED THE WRONG HOUSE, FOOL!"
The end.