Grand Theft Auto V: The Percival Job
Chapter 1: The Union Depository's Aftermath
Aside from the occasional close calls of FIB agents just "roaming" the area of the men and women on the Union Depository bank job, relations between the feds and the criminals remained pretty dormant. The heads of the job, Lester Crest, Trevor Phillips, Michael Townley, and Franklin Clinton, had all escaped clean, without any major heat arriving at their door sometime later. They'd made it: sixteen million dollars apiece. They couldn't spend it all in one place, of course-that'd just be conspicuous. However, letting that money go to waste would be economic heresy, an act of stupidity that none of the members of the trinity, evidently excluding Lester, would allow. This notion especially came into play for their next job, one that would be necessitated by their financial decadence.
It was their lucky day, too-at least for Franklin and Trevor. The job that would send them to financial stability and responsibility would be supplied by an old friend, at least a friend to Michael, whom Mike would never want to see professionally ever again: Norton, Dave Norton. Seeing him again, Trevor didn't exactly get put in a good mood: the events preceding this meeting informed Trevor that Norton had been posing as his dead friend, Brad, for nearly ten years. Although time had healed the emotional wound slightly, Trevor still held a powerful and vindictive vendetta toward the untrustworthy individual. But hell, if he wanted to kill Dave, he'd have to kill Mike too; both of them were equally responsible for this act of blatant treachery.
However, this wouldn't be any conventional heist; in fact, by some ironic fate, the group would be giving something to the victim: an idea. Their target: Don Percival, CEO of Merryweather Security Consulting, a multinational corporation with soldiers for hire, mainly working for the American military. Or, as Trevor liked to refer to them, the Lizard Army, the mercenary group concocted to usher in the New World Order. The reason for their targeting of the major corporation was simple, especially for Trevor: Mr. Percival was getting plans together to resume operation within the state of San Andreas. This being cause for hostility against the mercenary group for Trevor, or, more specifically, "Trevor Phillips Industries," meant that Norton would have to intervene, preventing any more mishaps between not only Trevor and Merryweather, but the entirety of the "three cunts" as well. To put it simply, if Trevor were to get involved, by some strange development, Michael and Franklin would soon become embroiled as well. Norton couldn't have this, especially because of the fact that he couldn't have them taking scores again, not under his federal watch.
To complete the objective, they'd need a special piece of tech: the PASIV machine-the "Portable Automated Somnacin IntraVenous Device." This was an entirely new piece of technology in corporate espionage, one that had just been put on the market for the criminal underworld of San Andreas, meaning that attempting any crime with it would be risky, especially a high-profile heist.
"25 million, each," Norton stated.
"Yeah, fuck you too, Davie. As I've said before, we are done. We were done working for you after that bout with those Merryweather goons. Got Trevor and I nearly killed. And now you're asking for another fucking favor...," Michael retorted.
"I wouldn't have to butt in if I didn't know Trevor well enough, Michael. You and I both know that if he—"
"I'm in the room, boys. At least try to be courteous, seeing as how I should've had both of you put in the ground after finding out about Brad."
"Fellas, the way I see it, the way anyone greedy would see it, this is a good opportunity for all of us. Who wouldn't want 25 million? That's more than we got from the Union lick," Franklin interjected.
"You know, Frankie does have a point. More money! More guns! More fuckin' tits and strip clubs, all we need to do is learn how to use this PASIV thingee," Trevor supported.
"Well, you all know what you have to do, then. I'll get the specs all planned out, get all the contacts we need; we'll probably need some really experienced people for this job. To provide a little more information, I'll need to tell you all what we're dealing with. This new piece of technology, one that was given to me by your friend Norton over there, allows you all to enter the dreams and thus, the subconscious of another individual, or victim in this case. Have any of you seen the movie Inception?" Lester inquired.
"It's OKAY, not anything like the movies from my day."
"Your 40-year-old-virgin is showing, Mikee."
"Bite me, Trevor. Anyway, yeah, I seen it. Pretty good, but what's your point?"
"Surprised you all haven't caught on; to stop Percival from reclaiming his license to operate in the state for Merryweather again, we need to convince him not to. We're doing it this way so that he doesn't ever decide to try for the license again. Deadly force obviously won't work because of the fact that we'd have Merryweather Security Consulting up our asses. More goons than you three faced last time; about 100 times more. Besides, our last deadly threat didn't exactly do much to scare him off last time, over five years ago. That's why we were commissioned."
"Sounds good. You got any contacts?" Franklin questioned.
"Unfortunately, that's the problem. This being new-age tech that the criminal underworld, specifically of San Andreas, has only just yet been able to get their hands on, we may have to enlist the help of some corrupt government officials. It's 2013 all over again..."
"No, Lester. We're not doing that again. I've been close to death before, but that bout five years ago makes my other near-death experiences look like fucking teen angst."
"Yeah, Lest, bro, Michael's right this time...we ain't gonna handle that much heat again. We're older, and we're out of the game. How we just gonna pull another big one when the small ones can't even be handled by new blood we hear about every day?"
"Like it or not, assholes, I want my 25 mil. We're getting this done, especially since it'll help my meth business...and Ron. Ron too, maybe Wade. We're getting this done."
"Then I'll need all three of you to do research. Franklin, since you're a bit faster at the game at this point than the other two, I'll need you to get people for certain roles: we need people for the architect, the point-man, the forger, and some gunmen. I'll send you the details later. Michael, I'll need you to do some research on our target. Find out if he's matured against this type of espionage. My own sources tell me he's going to be tough. Trevor, I need you to research the geography of Los Santos, Blaine County, and Mount Chiliad. We'll be relaying those details to the architect we acquire. If any of you has any questions, please contact me as soon as you can. We need to move on this before the end of May. On June 1st, his license is finalized," Lester said.