A/N: This won't follow the game to its exact storyline.

A few hours later, Floyd and Debra's condo…

"You can try calling her but she said she wants no involvement in the heist. The Hunterz made that clear too as well as that kid Corey." Michael says, Trevor glaring at him.

"Well then let's make it simple for Carly, a form of punishment for abandonment, so to speak. Ron developed this little thing a while back, we can use it to have Inessa involved instead. She won't hear a headset but Ron made this, she'll have small sticky pads on different spots of her body, say her right and left shoulders, her chest, and when we need her to do something or we hit a certain part of the plan, radio it to me, I tap a phone button and it buzzes one of the pads, each one of which means something different." Trevor says.

"So you mean like… buzz both shoulders for 'snipe the dude to my left'?" Franklin asks.

"Not so specific… more like one shoulder means 'Michael in distress' the other means 'Trevor in distress', left on the chest means 'enter plan stage 2' just the general stuff. We stick em' on her, communicate to her what they mean and off we go into the docks. It's better than-" Trevor says.

"You'd really torture a deaf woman to punish my strong minded daughter for her alleged betrayal?! Either leave them out of it or do the damn heist yourself!" Michael yells.

"Michael, when I say buzz, I mean vibrate, not shock! You know, like in Jimmy's game controllers or whatever, the little pads vibrate! I wouldn't torture a crew member, what kind of fucking animal do you take me for?!" Trevor says, shouting at the end.

"A kind that turns abusive towards a teenager who's trying to maintain some sense of control!" Michael yells, Franklin answering his phone.

"Hey… what?! Are you fucking joking?!" Franklin says.

"Afraid not, the docks are on high alert and so is the cove." Immy says.

"Carly FUCKING JADE! SHE'S FUCKING DEAD IF SHE DID THIS!" Trevor yells.

"Frank, speaker." Immy says, Franklin holding out the phone and pressing the button. "She didn't, the IAA did!" She says.

"Fine… high alert, okay. We'll work around this… Michael, you're cozy with the FIB, get them to tell the IAA to bog off." Trevor says.

"Hell would freeze over before they listen to me! And Dave said he was dealing with something!" Michael says.

Meanwhile…

"The hell was that?! The guy wasn't even in the damn morgue!" Carly says angrily after jumping out of the stolen Cavalcade FXT.

"It's all agency related but something bigger just came up. The IAA have lit up red, the docks and the coast guard have lit up red and I've done the tracing I can, it's back to one IAA informant whose ID is highly classified, even I can't see it." Dave says.

"We're screwed, aren't we?" Carly asks after Dave saw the bruise left behind by the nightstick he hit her with.

"Yeah. Unless we can find this informant and shut them the hell up, if they knew about Trevor's job, there's no telling how much more they could grass about." Dave says.

Carly leaned against the Cavalcade, Dave seeing that she hadn't slept much.

"They left… and as much as I'd hate to say it, I miss my siblings. I hate that Jimmy drugged me but I miss my brother and sister." Carly says.

"And what about your mother?" Dave asks.

"She hasn't behaved like a good one these past few years… not to me at least. So this informant, could it be another criminal or someone closer?" Carly says, changing the subject at the end.

"Trevor may be stupid but one thing he's good at is keeping secrets. Whoever this was knew he was considering hitting both of these devices, and Trevor won't tell anyone about anything unless they need to know… so it's almost definitely someone closer than just another criminal, it's someone we know. Or more closer, someone Trevor knows." Dave says.

"I've got some research to do then… stay hidden unless necessary, Dave." Carly says before climbing back into the SUV and driving off. As she drove on, her phone rang and she saw Johnny's number and answered it.

"Took a bit longer than I thought but I'm okay… mostly. Just a few bruises. Everyone freaking out over there?" Carly says, jumping when she heard a plate being thrown at Johnny and some yelling. "Sam, leave him alone! He doesn't trust the government any more than I do!" She says.

"I swear, she's acting like Jim's widow Jackie used to. Sam, I don't get along with Trevor but I'm no snitch!" Johnny says.

"Well someone is and I can't think of anyone else who hates him enough!" Sam says.

"Take some time, go outside and calm the fuck down!" Carly says, Sam doing so. "I'm heading back home, I'll be there soon." She says before they hang up. Carly was getting curious though… and sent a text to Lester.

'Have you still got the timeline you been keeping tabs on Trevor nearby? Can you look up his whereabouts between 2006 and 2010?'

'Europe for a year and a half, then briefly Alaska, then back in the states by 2008.' Lester replies.

'You once said someone kept him in Europe but why?' Carly replies.

'All the bookings in late 2006 suggest he was planning a marriage with a woman called Charlotte, pronounced dead in early 2007.' Lester replies.

Carly slammed on the brakes and dialed Lester's number.

"It was someone he pissed off that killed her, wasn't it?!" Carly asks.

"Tracing IDs… yeah. The brother of a guard Trevor killed while inside the Ludendorff depot, he was identified but never caught." Lester says.

"Damn it! I knew that job would come back to bite someone… look, I've got to get on home but thank you for helping me out with this, Lester." Carly says, both hanging up and Carly pulling back into traffic.

When she got back to the De Santa house, the place was trashed and Sam was handcuffed to the kitchen table.

"Jack!" Carly says, Jack running downstairs. "Did you handcuff her?" She asks.

"She tried calming down but as soon as Johnny even opened his mouth, she whacked him around the head with a rolling pin!" Jack says.

Carly ran upstairs to see Johnny finish taking splinters out of his forehead and ran to him, lightly pressing gauze to his injured forehead.

"Fuck… she really got ya good." Carly mutters, Johnny lightly gripping her hand and lowering it.

Downstairs, Jack reluctantly uncuffed Sam.

"You realise you could've given him a concussion, right?! Are you that fucking much like your dad?!" Jack asks.

"He is my biological father, Jack. Now calm it down… or you'll be the one who's concussed." Sam says, patting Jack's cheek a couple of times before walking past him into the living room.

"That wasn't really necessary though, you don't know what Johnny was gonna say." Corey wrote down, Sam nodding slightly.

"Well, who do you think blew the lid off on the job?" Sam asks, Corey about to respond when Immy walked into the house.

"You… don't need to question that, Sam." Immy says, Sam a bit startled to hear her speak a full sentence.

"The project you were working on?" Sam asks, Immy nodding. "Damn, now I owe Johnny an apology." She says.

"Give him and Carly a chance to cool down first." Jack says.

Upstairs, Johnny had finished patching himself up and then turned to Carly, seeing the bruise on her forehead and one on her right side after carefully pulling the hem of her tank top up.

"Clumsy morgue people dropped me while loading me into the van." Carly says.

"They could've broken something!" Johnny says.

"It's not that bad, Johnny." Carly says at the same time Sam was walking up the stairs and stopped outside Carly's slightly open room.

Sam walked back downstairs and saw a drunken Michael and Franklin walk in.

"Oh, yikes. You two are lightweights." Sam says with a slight laugh.

"You should see Lamar when he's drunk, he's even worse!" Franklin says drunkenly.

At the same time, Trevor had finally left the bar in South Los Santos… and turned angry when he realised that Michael and Franklin ditched him.

Trevor called Lamar and when Lamar showed up, Trevor got into the Albany Emperor.

"You telling me that Frank ditched ya? What for?" Lamar asks, laughing slightly.

"Because our job got grassed on and he decided to go piss himself with Michael instead!" Trevor says.

"Crazy Dude, just count yourself lucky that the violet eyed one Franklin told me about didn't tag along. He says that you hate her for things out of her control but didn't specify." Lamar says as he drove towards the Vanilla Unicorn, Trevor leaning back in the seat.

"She used to be such a sweet kid…" Trevor says in a nostalgic tone.

"What changed her then? She see something bad or get mixed up with the wrong crew?" Lamar asks, a bit curious.

"A bit of both… she also thinks I didn't miss her during that time." Trevor says, Lamar nodding.