Grand Theft Auto 5 - Family Ties
Prologue
"Oh ho ho ho ho, there's enough here for us all to enjoy!" Trevor Philips exclaimed with devious glee as he and Michael Townley hastily made their entrance into the Ludendorff Bobcat Security bank vault.
"Depends on how you look at it," Michael said as he approached a cart packed high with stacks of bills and promptly began shoving the money into the large, army green colored duffel bag without hesitation.
"Come on! Move it!" Trevor urged towards Michael, already having finished with stuffing his own bag and headed out.
Michael gave a short nod and finished packing the last cash stacks into his bag and quickly zipped it up, slinging the strap of the bag over his shoulder and proceeding to follow Trevor.
"Comin' out B!" he yelled to signal to Brad that they were done.
It happened so fast he could barely register it - a security guard who had been hidden against the side wall of the vault lunged forward and roughly grabbed him by his shoulder, the guard's other arm locking around Michael's neck securely. "Ahhh!" Michael cried out in momentary shock, immediately ceasing to struggle. "Give it up! I got him!" the guard yelled triumphantly.
"Shit! How in the fuck?!" he thought, his mind racing. "Why in the obvious fuck didn't Brad see him?!"
The guard clutched Michael close and immediately raised his pistol to Michael's temple. His right hand then gripped the fabric of Michael's hockey mask and yanked it up and away, exposing Michael's face.
"I SAW your face. I'll REMEMBER you!" the guard warned, shoving the pistol tip right back against Michael's temple.
Michael held up his hands, indicating that he intended no resistance. He briefly shot a side ways glance to Trevor who was standing in front of them both, gun aimed and ready. Michael drew in a short breath and continued to hold up his hands in submission.
"Fucking idiot guard," his thoughts hissed. This guy had not been apart of the plan. Hostages, sure but not this idiot with a hero complex. Michael chose his next words carefully and spoke as calmly as he could to both the guard and to his friend who stood ready and willing to fire. He didn't want any innocent blood shed if he could avoid it.
"You forget a thousand things every day. How about you make sure this is one of them?" Michael spoke while trying to convey a strong tone of suggestion to both the guard and his trigger happy pal. "This doesn't have to end badly," he thought, his adrenaline pumping through his veins like wildfire through a forest.
"I've SEEN his eyes! He's crazy!" the guard said, panic now evident in his voice. It was then that it dawned on Michael. The guard was referring to Trevor.
"Fucking great time to be an astute observer," Michael thought and swallowed nervously. He could see Trevor's eyes narrow at the word "crazy". He shot Trevor another stern glance. "C,moon…lower the gun T…" he mentally urged.
Michael could practically see Trevor's devious smile beneath his mask at this point.
"It'll be quick…probably," Trevor said in a tone that oozed indifference.
"No one's crazy!" Michael said desperately. He could feel the tension in the air and it was thick as hell. "All right," he began calmly, licking his lips. "Let's think-"
BAM!
He felt the guard's arms fall away from his neck and even though his ears were ringing from the sound of the shot, he could very vaguely hear the sound of a body hit the floor. He also felt soft, warm flecks of blood dot his cheek and neck.
"FUCK!" Michael screamed, putting a finger to his ear and rubbing it to soothe the dull aching. He grit his teeth and shot Trevor a heated look that could have melted ice. "Shit! You didn't have to do that!"
Michael turned around and looked down at the lifeless guard. A small trickle of blood began to ooze out from a single, clean hole right smack in the middle of his forehead. He was dead.
"Let's get going! There'll be time for grieving later…" Trevor said, his voice latent with sarcasm. Michael ran a hand over his face and head, feeling the guard's blood that had hit him smear slightly at his touch then he shot Trevor another angry glare. "Yeah, you got that right…" he said under his breath. Shit like this was why he had cut the deal with Dave Norton. He had enough of Trevor's psychopathic bullshit antics and it was only a matter of time before the lash back of Trevor's actions hit him and Amanda and the kids or worse. Trevor was a maniac who didn't know or understand the word "stop".
He cast one last glance back at the guard's lifeless body and shook his head. What a waste of life.
"You poor, dumb fuck," he thought and began to trot off, the idea not escaping him that some day that might be him laying on the floor with a bullet hole in his head. Some day it might be him not coming home to his wife and kids. This guy sure as shit wasn't.
The three men took off down the hall, turning the corner, their footsteps echoing as the blood streamed down the dead guard's face, slowly reaching towards the floor. The guard's lifeless eyes stared but he no longer saw or thought anything. The light gleamed off his name tag that read, "Jaspers".
Author's Note: I did my very best to watch the intro over and over again on YouTube so as to not miss any tiny details. Hopefully I got all the information and dialogue right but if I missed anything or messed anything up then I apologize. Thank you as always for reading.