Boarding school meets the streets.
When polar opposites see eye to eye.
In the rusted out Bronco. Trevor sits on the tailgate looking out at the beach. He opens the cooler next to him and grabs a bottle of beer. He looks to his right and sees a dirty motor home. Shit, the things I could do in that thing. He goes back to looking at the ocean. The door of the motor home slams open. A dingy man and a perfectly manicured dog walk out of the open door. Trevor takes a swig form the beer bottle and throws the empty bottle on the ground to the left of the truck. After about an hour the man and dog come back. The man slams the door to the camper and walks over to Trevor, looks him in the eye and says "So what brings you here?" "The views." Trevor says in his usual short way of speaking. The man not picking up on the fact the Trevor wishing not make friends with the man let alone speak with him turns to face the beach and says. "So where you from? I know most the people in this small town. I haven't seen you before." "San Andreas." "So what what brings you here?" "I needed air." Trevor says as he slides off the tailgate and stretches. "So why you asking all these questions? You the town watch or something?" The man turns around and says. "No, I notice you got a look to ya and seeing as I'm not highly liked..." Trevor walks up to the man, lifts his aviator style sunglasses and says. "Look man. WE AINT THE SAME. I'm here to blend in." "Take it easy. Wouldn't want any undue attention." A blue truck pulls up and honks twice. The man walks over to the truck. Trevor stands back. The man in the truck hands the man a stack of cash. A Baggie switches hands. The man walks back as the truck pulls away. "So you're a dealer,eh?" Trevor asks. "No." The man says defensively. Trevor says "I know a drug deal when I see one and you're a dealer." The man goes for a knife in his pocket. Trevor pulls out his colt 1911. "So you're a dumb ass dealer. Why just a knife? You realize any punk with a gun and a lil' luck you're dead." The Dealer says "You know how hard it is to get a gun in this town?" "Can't be that hard. I seen shells all over the place." "Yeah, but getting a gun is hard out here. You don't run across many gun shows..." "You steal one. Look, I got to get going." "No no no, wait up. So I take you're a dealer as well. I got a customer base and can get money in your hand." "Name?" "Frank." "You ever sell meth Frank?" "Yeah." "First find me a place to cook then we talk, till then no one knows any thing." Trevor walks over to the driver side of the bronco and gets in he starts the truck and says "Here's my number." Handing Frank a yellow note. "Call me from an untraceable line." The Bronco pulls off.
The Bronco pulls into the back of American Rust. Trevor sits in the Truck as Mark Jefferson's car pulls up. David gets out of the car and walks to the trunk. What the fuck. The trunk pops open. David grabs a shovel as Trevor opens his door. David drops the shovel on the ground. Trevor slowly sneaks over to the car. David pulls Mark Jefferson out of the car and punches him. "Find the burial site!" David says in a firm stern tone. Mark sees Trevor and starts murmur through the duct tape on his mouth. David draws his HK VP9. "WHOS THERE!?" David yells. "I'M ARMED!" "FUCK YOU DOING WITH JEFFERSON!?" Trevor yells. He walks closer to the two men with his hands up. "This guy drugs girls. I caught him with a drugged girl in his car." "Show me the burial site." David says gun drawn on Mark.
The men reach the shallow grave. "Start digging!" David yells as he hits Mark in the arm with the shovel. The grave is dug and the smell brings Mark and David to their knees. David had drop his gun and Mark reaches for it. Trevor steps on Jefferson's hand and says "I don't think so." Trevor grabs the gun."You don here?" David nods his head while coughing. Trevor hits Mark as he stands up. Mark stumble into the shallow grave. "Good night you fuck." Trevor says as shoots Jefferson in the face. Trevor picks up the shovel and begins to cover the body of Jefferson and the body bag. "Hey... Hey... Look, uh..." David coughs a little bit and gets up. "What do you want?" Trevor asks. David says "can we not talk about this." "Sure. You also need a ride back to town." Trevor walks over to Jefferson's car light a match and throws it into the gas tank. The car explodes as Chloe speeds up in her truck. She opens the passenger side door.'"DAVID GET IN!" She looks over and says "It's you." Referring to Trevor. "That's the guy who saved me." "Look, there's no time we'll meet up go your way I'll go mine."
