"What the fuck are we gonna do, man? We have nothing! We have no one!"
"Just shut up and let me do my thing, alright, Nate?"
Brothers Nate and Tommy were currently speeding down a highway leading towards Los Santos. Both of them had just gotten out of a sticky situation back in Sandy Shores. They had decided to flee to the city in order to escape the police that had chased them. For now, the cops had stopped chasing them.
"I've got some friends in LS, people who can help us hide from the cops," said Tommy, the older of the two. He was behind the wheel. "You just gotta trust me, alright?"
Nate only nodded in response.
After a few hours, they were driving in the dark streets of Los Santos, in an area called Strawberry. Tommy's friend lived around here, and they drove through a narrow road that led to a few houses. They stopped the car in front of a shady looking home,
"Let me do the talking, man," Tommy said to Nate. Again, Nate only nodded.
They stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. Tommy knocked, and after a few seconds, a tall man opened it.
The man's face lit up when he saw Tommy. "Hey, Tommy, my man! What's crackin', dude?" the man exclaimed, reaching over to clasp Tommy's hand, who said, "How's it going, Lamar?" Tommy smiled, and then his face fell again.
"Lamar, we got a problem."
Lamar appeared unfazed. "Hit me with it."
Tommy looked around to make sure that nobody was listening - he only saw Nate standing next to him. He turned back to Lamar. "Me and a couple of guys were supposed to hit a drug store today - we would've made about 6 G's. But it all went to shit, man. Someone ratted us out, and the cops got our crew - Sam, Jose, and Edgar. Me and Nate here booked it, though. The cops are probably still sniffing for us."
Lamar eyes widened as the story was told. After it was finished, he began to think. He spoke up then. "I could get you guys a temporary place to crash. My boy Gerald's always got connections - he'll get you a place free from the one time's eyes."
"Thanks a mil, Lamar. I owe you one," sighed Tommy. "Can you call him up now? I'm tired as shit, I wanna sleep. I'm sure Nate does too." Tommy gestured towards Nate, who had watched the entire conversation with a stony face.
"Oh shit, I almost didn't see this guy," Lamar said. He held out his hand to Nate. "Name's Lamar." Nate reached out and shook Lamar's hand, and then Lamar started to call Gerald.
After about two hours, the brothers were headed towards a small house located in a somewhat isolated area - Grove Street.
Tommy was driving again. He stayed silent during the entire trip, while Nate simply stated out the window. Neither spoke a word, not even when they had pulled into the driveway and stepped into their shelter. Finally, as they were preparing to sleep (two sofas had been provided), Nate spoke up.
"So what now, man? What will we do? How are we gonna get money?"
Tommy didn't look at Nate, as he was setting up his sofa. He said, "We just gotta cope. For now we're in deep shit but it'll pass. As for money, that's a different question."
"We only know how to make money in one way, dude. And that's what landed us here."
Tommy thought back to the time before the failed drug store robbery, back to the two story hours and the nice car and the comfy bed. He also remembered his money, which had been stored inside the house.
"Fucking cops," Nate muttered. "We would be set if I only hadn't left our money in the house. I heard the cops torched it. They torched it, bro!"
"I know, Nate," Tommy said in a defeated tone, "but we just gotta cope."
And with that, Tommy lay down on the sofa and fell asleep almost at once.
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