Here we go! The first proper chapter. I've been typing this mostly on a tablet, so typing is a bit difficult, but I'm getting proper keyboard so things will go a lot faster. A big thank you to everyone who leaves a review!

Chapter 2

It was Amanda, Michael's wife, who suggested that he take a vacation.

"I know what he's like," she said to Franklin once, "And Trevor as well. After all the action you've seen, I think you just need some time to relax."

She had a point; even months after the Union Depository, Devin Weston, Merryweather and the FIB, Franklin felt exhausted.

"Yeah," he agreed, "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Any time, F."

He finally decided on Vice City. The place had had some problems back in the 80's, but the crime rated there had dropped and it was labelled as "America's safest city" in 2012.

Lamar was at LS International to see him off.

"Hey, you have a good time home," he said as they waited in the departure lounge, "And bring back some of those Vice City girls, you hear me?"

"So Trevor's place ain't good enough for you no more?" Franklin mocked.

"Not since that psycho got the place," said Lamar, "Last time I went in there, I saw him smash a guy's head in for slapping one of the girls."

"Shit man, that's calm for him. I've seen him do worse," Franklin replied.

A woman called out that Franklin's plane was boarding, and they both stood up. As we turned to Lamar, Franklin heard a clicking faint beeping noise to his left.

"Alright dog," Lamar told him. The beeping became more rapid, "See yo-"

A fireball erupted from the row of seats to their left, incinerating several people before they could react. As others started screaming, Franklin heard the rapid fire of automatic weapons.

"SHIT!" Franklin yelled, "GET DOWN!"

Both of them dropped to the floor as the gunfire continued, causing people to scream in terror and agony, while the fire burned. Looking over his shoulder, Franklin could see that a big part of the departure lounge was in flames.

"Where's it coming from?!" a voice yelled.

"Drop the guns!" another shouted, presumably a cop, before he dropped to the floor with several gunshots in his torso.

"Kill 'em all!" ordered another voice, "No one leaves this place alive!"

"Oh shit," Lamar hissed.

"You got your gun man? I left mine at home," Franklin asked.

"Always need protection dog," Lamar replied, pulling out two pistols and handing one to Franklin.

"Alright, I'll see where they're at," Franklin offered, and peered over the top of the seat. Three men stood on the other side of the row of seats, all with their backs to them and firing at civilians.

"Don't bother running!" one of them shouted.

"Epsilon spares nobody!" added the second man.

"Alright, three of them," Franklin reported, "You ready man?"

"Yeah, let's bounce," Lamar said, nodding.

Both of them stood up and aimed. The right and middle man dropped to the floor with a bullet each in their backs, and the final man turned just in time to cop one from Lamar.

Suddenly, there was silence, and they both realized that the other gunmen had massacred everyone and moved on. Franklin heard more gunfire and screaming from a distance.

A burning piece of wood dropped next to him and into the hole created by what must have been a bomb, and more debris fell away from the building, and Franklin caught a glimpse of a burning jet outside before the smock blocked his view.

Coughing, he called out "Lamar? Man, you still here?"

Dead silence.

"LAMAR!" he shouted with difficulty.

Still nothing, if Lamar was still in the building, there was nothing Franklin could do. He had to get out of here now.

And he dropped to the floor and began to crawl as quickly as he could away from the burning corner of the room. Through the chaos, he could hear more gunfire from rifles and handguns. This was an organized attack, clearly, but why? He remembered the three men they had left dead in the departure lounge... and the clothes they were wearing. They bore a similarity to the uniforms worn by members of the Epsilon cult. He'd heard rumors about them for a few years, but surely they weren't capable of a massacre, right?

As he continued through the airport, he saw more dead bodies, hundreds of them. Men, women, children. But the scary thing was that they'd been shot multiple times, and seemed to be mutilated. it made Franklin nauseous. What kind of monster did this to people? True, he'd done some sick stuff, but this grossed him out.

Finally, he left the smoke and fire behind, but the bodies remained. The gunfire continued, but now it seemed like a firefight was taking place on the runway. Franklin moved over to a window looking out of the rest of the airport. Several airliners were destroyed or burning, and plane parts were scattered all around . Helicopters circled over the scene, some of them LSPD, others Epsilon. Police cruisers sat in a line, and officers fired at several gunmen about ten meters away.

Franklin continued through the building, and encountered the first people since leaving the burning departure lounge. EMT's treated injured civilians and moved the dead out of the building. Firemen ran past him carrying extinguishers and wearing breathing masks. And some LSPD officers ran out to the scene of the battle. Nobody noticed Franklin, who quickly exited the building.

"Oh thank God," said a familiar voice.

Franklin turned and saw Michael, Trevor, Amanda and Dave Norton approaching him, followed by an exhausted, but unharmed, Lamar Davis.