If there was one thing that Trevor hated most in this life, it was people who abandoned him! His brother was one of those people but he doesn't like to talk about it and Ryan didn't really have a choice in 'disappearing'.
His dad ran off when he was little, which is one of the reasons that he got along with Michael so well. They both vowed not to be like their fathers but Trevor couldn't get that news report out of his head.
He said that he wouldn't leave Michael when he got shot during that bank job. He truly thought that Michael was dead and buried.
If Michael was really alive, who was buried in the grave in North Yankton?!
'What was that?' He says, realizing that he zoned out while Wade was talking. Considering that it's Wade, that was easy to do from time to time.
'I looked through the phone directory. I did find a Michael De Santa. About the right age, married with three kids.' Wade says, nervous that Trevor might hit him again. Trevor instead let out a smile, remembering a certain face with big violet eyes.
'What's the youngest child's name, Wade?!' Trevor says before Wade picks himself up off of the ground and dusts himself off. That's at the exact time that Corey shows up, wondering what he just walked into.
Why would Trevor be trying to track someone down?!
'Carly.' Wade says, hoping that Trevor doesn't hit him again.
'Carly?! You're a genius, you moron! Come here!' Trevor says before pulling Wade up and punching him again, knocking him back down. 'Don't you ever not tell me things that i want to know! Ron! We're heading to Los Santos!' He shouts as Ron opens his door. 'Oh...hey, kid. We're going on a little trip into the city. Come on.' He says, finally noticing Corey.
'Who the hell is Carly?!' Corey thought to himself. He didn't like this at all but if he could get out of Sandy Shores for a little bit, why not go on a little road trip?
'Are we?' Ron says hopefully. He wasn't sure what he would do in the city but a few days from Sandy Shores didn't sound so bad.
Hey, everyone needs to get out of the desert every now and again!
'Not you! Me, Wade and Corey! You're CEO of Trevor Philips industries. Find us some business so we can make some money!' Trevor says, pulling Wade over the railing before the three of them head to the truck and get in, driving off. 'Where are your people at in Los Santos, Wade?' He says.
'It's just my cousin Floyd, he's bunked in with his girlfriend at some place called Vespucci Beach.' Wade says.
'Family's important, Wade. Not as important as the man who took care of you, mentored you and fed you Amphetamines over the past year but important. We need to pay him a visit.' Trevor says.
'I aint seen him in a while, Trevor.' Wade says, playing with the hem of his shirt as Corey hangs on to the back of the truck, trying not to fall out because of Trevor's crazed driving.
'All the more reason to drop by! We'll rest up at Floyd's place for the night and i'll find my old buddy tomorrow.' Trevor says as he changes the radio to Channel X. 'That's more like it!' He says as they continue to drive towards the city.
Meanwhile (Del Perro Pier)
' I still can't believe that we pulled that off!' Carly says as she and Franklin grab their things and head off to his car and grab the towels and blankets that he keeps in the trunk, drying off as best as they can before putting their clothes on again.
Franklin couldn't believe it either but they both were hoping that it was the one and only time that they would ever have to do a heist, despite the rush that they got out of it.
He then noticed how Carly reacted when she saw a red truck speed past them and towards the apartment complex in Vespucci Beach. 'You alright, baby girl? You look spooked.' Franklin says but Carly is trying not to freak out. 'It can't be Uncle T...he's dead.' Carly thought, feeling her heart racing.
'It...it couldn't be him.' Carly says once she regains control of her voice. The last time that she saw that truck, the North Yankton police were towing it out of Trevor's driveway. 'Trevor...' She says before Franklin opens the passenger door and puts the surprised teenager in the seat.
'Going into the water was a bad idea, i'm taking you to the hospital.' Franklin says, thinking that the reason Carly's behaving strangely is because she's fighting a case of hypothermia.
If not, Franklin was going to ask who Trevor is!
(Special thanks to J4ck-0-L4nt3rn for letting me put the character Corey in Mercy Street and make sure to read their story My Boss Trevor Philips.)