Chapter 4: Miles O'Neil
Michael was drinking a coffee in Bean Machine. It had been a week ago since he last saw his family, and he had been been staying at Franklin's house for a while. He was all caught up in his own thought, when suddenly, he heard a man screaming, followed by gunshots.
"Alright people, on the floor, and you won't get harmed!"
The man was wearing a balaclava and held a sawed-off shotgun in his hands. Michael started slowly drawing his pistol, while getting on his knees.
"Come on lady, give me the cash", the man continued.
Michael took his pistol out, but before he could aim for the man's hand, a man in tan pants, and a blue tucked shirt, disarmed the robber and put him in an arm lock on the ground.
"Call the police!", He shouted.
After the man had been taken away by the police, Michael walked up to the savior.
"Hey, that was some fine police skills there, where'd you pick that up?"
"5 years in NOOSE, 12 years in the Navy, kinda helps on it" the man said, and took his sunglasses off.
He reached his hand out: "Miles O'Neil" the man said. Michael grabbed his hand: "Michael De Santa, want a coffee?"
The two men sat down for their coffee and started talking.
"So, you still in the Navy?" Michael asked.
"Nope. Got outsourced by Merryweather shitbags" the man said in a grumpy voice.
"Oh yea, good old Merryweather" Michael said back. "So what now? Planning on joining national security again?"
"No pal, I'm too old for that now. I just gotta find a way to keep the money in my pocket and keep my wife and children happy"
Michael smiled: "Same old story, I know how it feels pal"
"Well, I gotta get going, here's my number in case you wanna hang out some day" Miles said, leaving a post-it with his number, before leaving the Bean Machine.
Michael left in his Tailgater, headed for Franklin's place. Before he got to Vinewood, he received a message from Franklin saying: Trevor needs our help, I'm at the Vineyard with Lamar and Kev, see u there.
Michael turned the car down West Vinewood, continuing down Richman to Tonga Valley. "The Vineyard" was one of Trevor's properties. It was the Marlowe Vineyard, which Trevor had bought for the mansion alone, but then the wine-making business started interesting him, so he renamed it "Trevor Phillips Vineyards", and started legally selling wine (Though in the cellar, he made both meth, coke and weed but that's unofficial). Michael parked the Tailgater next to Franklin's Buffalo and Trevor's Enus Super Diamond, and entered the mansion. He walked up the stairs, and met Franklin, Lamar, Kevin and Trevor sitting in the couch with each their drink.
"Mickey!" Trevor laughed, opening his arms.
Michael sat in the couch, ignoring Trevor's invitation to a hug.
"So what's going on T?" Michael said with a tired voice.
Trevor started explaining the current situation with the bikers and Mr. Brown
Hey guys! That's chapter 4, chapter 5 will be out as quickly as possible, please review favorite and follow, bye!