A/N Thank you for patient, It has just been a really interesting chapter to write which I have changed numerous times. Please enjoy and review. Also I have a new idea about Brad coming out as soon as I can write it.
It was the evening of the next day, the three men had gone about the day in their normal manner, Trevor taking people to the cult in the Chiliad State Wilderness, Franklin was banging in the hood with his friend Lamar and Michael had unusually played some tennis now all three men were going to join for a big job.
Franklin was first to arrive at Michael's house, weirdly it was being used even though Lester's factory was a better choice of base, he did not question it however and just accepted it. He saw the angular looking Karin Kuruma which he had customised in the rear of Michael's drive as he pulled into the large gated mansion. He parked and contemplated the job, it seemed easy enough but this was his education into how to take big scores, sure he had taken a van and a jewel store but this was bigger, much bigger. He went inside and met Michael who offered him a drink as they waited for their last crewmember.
Trevor was covered in what seemed to be piss, shit and coffee for some reason as he blasted through Rockford Hills on his candy red Sanchez motorbike, earlier in the day before he had delivered the poor and unwitting souls to the Altruists he had made them do vile and almost unspeakable acts to him. Still he had made a nice $10000 bounty out of them so things were fine.
He soon arrived at Michael's house with his blood pumping and adrenaline flowing for this job, he would get sweet revenge on Martin Madrazo. He walked inside with a level of purpose and into Michael's garage which was locked from the front to prevent anybody coming in. He noticed that two tables were set up and the equipment necessary to pull this job was on table, the guns were propped by stand.
"As you know, we are pulling a job on Madrazo's house to rob everything we can" Lester said nasally but with a glee in his voice "We have never done a house job so it will be fun"
"Listen up, we go in take everything we can and get out. This means our equipment must be good, let's see what we got" Michael said with his trademark determination. "Trevor?" he gestured to the weapons
Trevor had quickly changed into a black suit and shirt while Lester and Michael were speaking. He cleared his throat and spoke "What we have, Lest, Sugartits and Frank are 3 high-powered silenced full metal jacketed SMGs" Trevor picked one up and held in his hands "All are equipped with 600 rounds, coming in 10 60 round clips and 7.62 mm ammunition. All also have 1 clip of hollow points with it in case we get into a spot of bother"
"Nice, have they been tested?" Michael asked
"Yes, Mikey and they are awesome" Trevor said with a grin
"Good, Michael?" Lester said swiftly moving things on
"Well the masks I have got are lying on that table" Michael pointed
They went to look at the masks and Trevor seemed angry at his mask again same at last time, Franklin thought.
"A fucking goblin, that's what you get me! What the fuck is wrong with you! Seriously Mikey anybody would be thinking you are trying to make me audition for Fame or Shame" Trevor ranted "I told you not to pick me a mask that is shit and you bring me this trash"]
"T, take it easy already focus on Madrazo not me" Michael replied
This seemed to focus Trevor as Lester continued to talk "Right, now the NV goggles have been customised, in fact they are now inside your masks. I took the lenses from then and put them into your masks so you don't have to wear bulky goggles. Franklin what about the car"
"Aight dawg follow me" Franklin walked around to the back of Michael's house and everybody followed him. He stepped out of the glass door and over the hedge he could see his Kuruma sitting there looking menacing and powerful.
"Frank, what is it?" Michael asked
"That is a Karin Kuruma, think of a Sultan but times ten it is a great car dawg" Franklin said with pride in his voice
"Okay, that is everything, I will meet you back here after the job is done" Lester said and with that they got into the car ready for action.
Franklin got in the car and drove almost on autopilot with speed and urgency but control as he scythed across Vinewood Hills. He thought back to his first job where him and Lamar took a Fleeca, sure they didn't get no money which sucked but the experience was crazy. Now he thought about his first job with Mike, blasting away from the cops through Los Santos's storm drains was unbelievable. He found out that he was more than just a banger from the hood, he was a bona fide robber.
They got close to Madrazo's house, Franklin slowed lowering the engine noise along the long sweeping road. He pulled into the driveway quickly as he heard the crunch of gravel beneath his tyres, he pulled the car around the fountain so it was perfectly angled for an escape.
"Right this is it, in and out. Don't waste no time" Michael cautioned
"Aight dawg" Franklin replied
Trevor didn't reply though as he was walking toward Madrazo's door without his mask on.
"T" Michael whispered urgently "You forgot your mask" Michael tossed the mask and Trevor caught it and put it on.
The three men continued forward, the night vision causing the world to seem green and black as they stalked into Madrazo's house. Michael opened the front door slowly trying to prevent creaking from the oak doors, the door was opened just a fraction as Trevor and Franklin slipped inside. Michael himself slid in through the narrow entrance and pulled the door back slowly so it wouldn't slam and then joined the rest of his team in the living room.
"Let's go" Michael whispered his command
The three men worked quickly grabbing the statues and then quickly storing it in their duffel bags, Michael saw things were going quickly and was happy he did not want to fight Madrazo's cartel. The living room did not look untidy but it was noticeable where they had taken the Aztec statues, Michael thought this as he grabbed a statue with demonic looking eyes. He moved swiftly out into the hallway where he saw an old woman helping herself to some water, he then realised it was Mrs Madrazo.
He backed up quickly going flush against the wall as he saw Trevor heading towards the kitchen, if Trevor got to the kitchen the job would be blown.
"T, T" Michael said his voice low and urgent
"What, Mikey?" Trevor said irritated
"Mrs Madrazo's is in that kitchen" Michael warned
Trevor thought on his feet quickly for an idea on how to subdue the 60-year old housewife, grasping an idea he scurried to the television. He pulled out his poly-carbonate stainless steel knife and slashed through the TV cables, grabbing the cables and slinging them over his back, he continued towards the kitchen. He adjusted his movement now creeping even more quietly, trying not to make any noise as he padded over the cream carpet. He got within three feet of Mrs Madrazo's and then brought down a quick elbow onto her head, knocking her out silently. Her body landed in a heap on the floor and Trevor tied her legs and arms together before stuffing a dishcloth in her mouth. He signalled to his crew to continue.
Franklin was first up the stairs, gun drawn, he scanned through the rooms as soldiers did on Righteous Slaughter 7 before reaching Madrazo's room. He waited for Michael and Trevor before storming in.
Michael reached the door with Trevor beside him and Franklin already waiting by the door. He kicked the door down with a strong back kick as the rest of the crew swarmed in taking more statues. He focused on the safe removing the painting from the wall. Once it was off, he unscrewed the screws holding the safe in place quickly and quietly. He felt the safe come loose and pulled it fully out and then put it into his duffel bag.
"Let's go" Michael said
The three men then descended down the stairs and were nearly at their car until the harsh bark of bullets being fired. Franklin ducked behind a low wall before firing a few shots at Madrazo's muscle. He popped up seeing another gangster and fired instantly seeing the bullet go straight into the guy's eye, blood exploded splattering over Madrazo's fountain.
"We clear or what dawg" Franklin called out
"Lest, are we clear" Michael asked on his earpiece.
"You have roughly a minute before more of Madrazo's men come" Lester replied.
"Good then let's go" Michael said already striding towards the car
"Wait, wait" Trevor said before it became intelligible "What about the horse, I take the horse and lead them away while you escape, clever right"
"No T, we stick together" Michael insisted
"What, you think I'll jack the score, trust me Mike" Trevor said reassuringly
"Frank?" Michael asked looking towards Franklin
"I guess taking the horse is cool, we get more money anyway" Franklin replied
"That's it then, let's go" Michael said
Trevor cut away from the group down the side of the house, towards the barn. He spotted two guards and quickly tucked in behind a low wall before popping up and shooting them. Trevor stopped momentarily to spit on their corpses before heading to the barn for the horse Mexican Heat. Instead, he found a prize stallion with a ginger colour fur and a saddle on it saying Sharmoota.
He climbed onto the horse grabbing the reigns and directing it towards the rear of the house. He could hear shotguns to the rear of him as he smashed through Madrazo's patio door. He ran to the kitchen to grab his love, Patricia. He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder as he sprinted out the door towards his horse. The cartel members were now just around the corner. Trevor threw Mrs Madrazo onto the horse, a round went past his head and into a small concrete wall as he jumped onto to the horse. He could hear the cartel members shout obscenities as he rode the horse hard straight down to the track.
However the gang were still on him, two Gallivante Ballers, were chasing him filled with angry dudes. Trevor turned around quickly aiming his SMG at the driver of the first before letting off a whole mag, spraying his enemies with lead. It worked as the car suddenly veered left hitting a rock and flipping over causing a huge explosion. But the other was still chasing, Trevor turned to his right and sprayed the target with his hollow points. He heard a damp thud and then the sound of twisted metal exploding as he continued to ride.
A few minutes later he arrived at the track and bartered angrily with his crooked friend over the horse. The crew had picked up a solid $2.4 million in cold hard cash from this one horse. He then got into the car with Patricia in the backseat and drove to the meeting place with Michael.
"Come on Trevor, where are ya" Michael murmured. He was at his house with Franklin, all the richer. Lester had totalled the amount of the items they had taken and it was around $2 million each. He was ecstatic as him and Frank drank his 40 year old scotch until he had a call from T.
Michael arrived at the location where Trevor was, some old business place just outside Los Santos.
"Where the fuck have you been" Michael said
"Well, I sold the horse and the money is back there" Trevor gestured to a warehouse "And I got something a little special"
He opened the boot and Mrs Madrazo's was in there, properly tied up with a bit of an ear.
"Oh no, Trevor, goddamnit Trevor" Michael raged "Shit, fuck, shit. Why? You deluded fuck, we could have got off easy until you fucked things up"
"Are you done, look I'll ever offer you a place to stay" Trevor said calmly
Michael sighed angry "Fine" and with that he climbed into the car.