Date/Time: Monday 1:00 PM

Location: Del Perro Beach, Los Santos, San Andreas

The Obey Tailgater that got into an altercation with a rather tacky Super Diamond earlier on, was parked in Del Perro Pier with it's occupant leaning on it on a sunny Monday afternoon. It's occupant was a middle aged, black haired, stubble bearded, green eyed, white male but despite this, he was quite unique than other men of his demographic. He was fit, and wore a simple blue business outfit with a black dress shirt. This was contradicted by his visible neck tattoo and to anyone who stared long enough, a look of a man who has lived a non conventional life, despite his best efforts to fit into said life on his rugged, and aging face.

The man stared out into the beach but then noticed a particular person running on it. "Jim!" he shouted and waved as he leaned against the guard rails of the pier. The person he called out, noticed him, yelled "Pop!" and came running up the pier with another person running right behind him.

"Jimmy! How's my favorite boy doing!" said the man in a happy mood as he hugged the other. "Pretty good dad! I'm your only boy though?"

"Eh you don't know that." Said the man in a stern voice, but then laughed as he noticed the other's face get serious. His attention was now turned to his son's companion. "Mr. De Santa, I am pleased to report that your son has progressed far beyond his physical prowess in these past 7 months! It was a tough start but he kicked my Fort Zancudo issued fitness program's ass! He's dropped 40 pounds of fat, and has gained 18 back in muscle! If it wasn't for this stupid country and it's pansy, liberal bullshit, I'd draft this boy for the Marines! Anyway, I got to go, I'm sure my payment and maybe a tip will be in my account soon right?"

"Don't worry about money with me ever!" said Mr. De Santa(Oh hell he's Michael and his son is Jimmy)

Jimmy stood covered in both sweat and pride. He no longer sported his 1990's gangsta clothing, but rather more fitness based, jock gear. His curly red hair was now a buzzcut, with a youthful, short fauxhawk running down the middle. Jimmy was finally fit to run with Michael's heist crews, that is if the old man was still doing heists rather than directing movies with Solomon Richards. "So that's it. That drill instructor is finally done with you and you are now fit and matter to society?" said Michael in a joking, sarcastic tone.

"A fatter me would have taken offense, good thing a fatter me no longer exists" Jimmy sneered back. "So what's up pop?"

"I want you to get in, I got to meet Franklin for something and he wanted you to come"

"F. Dawg wants to see me! Aight start up your grandpa-mobile and let's go!"

It had been seven months after the Big Score at the Union Depository but the main crew were still tight. They often went to dinner, hung out at bars, and Trevor even took them on a hunting trip, which all three enjoyed as it was nice to shoot something which wasn't human for a change.

The tailgater pulled up behind a Los Santos Customs on Rockford Hills. In the backlot, an ice-white Truffade Adder was parked. It's occupant, an African-American male was taking a short nap but it was interrupted by Michael knocking on the window. "Ey, Frank get up!" yelled Michael. "Talk about, I woke up in a new Adder huh?" laughed Jimmy. "Dang what took you so long?" asked Franklin. "Some tacky, douche prick almost hit my car in one of those hideous Super Diamonds."

"Speaking of your car, cmon dawg, you have all this wealth now and you still drive that thing, please tell me you've got something impressive parked somewhere else" said Franklin. "I do! But c'mon, I've come to terms with reality, this is the perfect car for a man of my age!" replied Michael. "Yea well luckly, we've got something more impressive for Jimmy."

"What!" yelled an exited Jimmy! "Aw Frank, it was suppose to be a surprise" lamented Michael. "It slipped man!" replied Franklin. "Dad, you got me car!?" asked Jimmy? "We'll, got you a car sounds like a spoiled rich kid kind of thing" shrugged Michael. "Jimmy, these past months you've proven me that you can be more than the sad slob you were back then. You've totally transformed son and I couldn't be any prouder".

"Any Prouder"...those words left Jimmy wide eyed in disbelief. He had not heard such words from his dad since little league baseball.

Michael continued "You've worked hard at the studio, from taking out the trash, cleaning up, running errands, and taking crap for Vinewood pricks, and building sets. Even Sully told me you've got a bright future in this industry unless it goes down the toilet with the rest of this country. This plus the weight loss, merits a reward"

The back garage door from LS Customs opened and a vehicle rolled out. It was a custom, harbor blue Vapid Dominator GT Limited with a black stripe running through it. It was clearly modified from the inside and outside. It's engine had been upgraded and supercharged. It had both a hood scoop and side dents as well as various extensive body work such carbon skirts as well as carbon, custom bumpers. It's windows were tinted out to the legal limit, and it's wheels were custom Atomic's with Muscle Car rims. On top of it's rear Dominator badge there was another which said Los Santos Customs Special Edition.

Jimmy was awestruck. Hao got out of the vehicle and handed Jimmy the keys. "Ey boss can I go? I got this race down in Little Seoul and I got to prepare!" "Yea whatever." Said Franklin. "Hey maybe Jimmy could race with us, then we'll know if he's worthy of my awesome creation! Laughed Hao as he left.

Jimmy got on. "Dad, I don't know what to say"

"Then don't" said Michael. "This is all yourse Big-J! You deserve it!"

Jimmy then noticed that there was an envelope on the passenger seat. He opened it, and there were three things. A letter with an address and a key attached to it, and a money clip containing 10,000 dollars in cash. "Hey what's this" asked Jimmy. "It's your new life son. You're a man now! It's the money I wish I could have started with, and the key to your new place. I had the moving crew move things from your room to the new place. There you'll also find a nice gift courtesy of Uncle T, but he wasn't specific about it and I really don't want to know what it is." said Michael. "Just please promise to swing by the house for dinner once a week or so!"

Jimmy was the happiest man in Los Santos that wasn't knee deep in coke and whores! He quickly drove up to the apartment which was actually not that far from LS Customs. It was on the intersection of Alta Street and Spanish Avenue in Vinewood. He parked the car in his own personal garage which was programed to respond to his vehicle, much to his surprise. It was clean and had room for three vehicles, which Jimmy was ambitiously thinking of getting. He entered the doors of his new apartment. It was a typical middle range, one bedroom apartment but it was suitable for any young man. After observing every inch of his new pad, he came across a large shoe box with a bow. Crudely written with marker it said TO JIMMY! "This must be Uncle T's gift" thought Jimmy as he quickly opened it.

It's contents consisted of an Enterprise Arms Wide Body 1911 with two loaded mags and a CCW holster, a K-bar knife with a holster, a ski mask, tactical gloves, and many beer and lapdance tokens from Vanilla Unicorn. Under all of that was a note.

Jimmy! This is Trevor! Glad to see you've finally done something with your worthless, pathetic, entitled life!

You've made us all proud and if we we're still running scores, and fucking this hellhole city up, I'd put you in our crew!

Too bad you're dad is to lazy living it up as a "MOVIE PRODUCER" with all those plastic creeps! Anyway, I got you the finishing touches on you're quest to manhood.

#1 A big pistol for a big man! This one's called the Heavy Pistol in the street but I'm sure you'll manage with it.

#2 A Military grade K-Bar knife to accompany you're now military grade body! If you ever see that sergeant prick ever again, give him a little poke for me!

#3 Gear for whenever you're short on cash and need to "Hit a lick"

#4 A gift from me. You ever feel lonely or thirsty, swing on by to Trevor Philip's Vanilla Unicorn!

Me and you're dad ain't in speaking terms so tell him "Go Fuck Yourself" for me please! Goodbye

- Uncle T

Jimmy finally had it all. The once videogame playing, stay at home, bike riding, fat slob finally had meaning in life. He showered, got dressed in Jeans, a track jacket, and a pair of aviators and a fitted cap. He holstered the pistol and knife, stuffed some of the tokens in his wallet, and put the ski mask and gloves in his new car's glovebox, and headed out.

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