Not much else for me to say. Only to those who didn't read my AC fanfic, I will be alternating between the two stories.
Los Santos saw much change over the next few days. Posters went up all around the city, reminding people to avoid traveling alone or at night. Gun sales went up too, and most of the population was now armed. More polices officers and military were stationed in LS and Sandy Shores.
News also came in about several terrorist attacks in cities around the world, leaving around 1000 people dead in total. Police were unable to stop the violence in other U.S cities, and most of the army was in Afghanistan. Two U.S and Australian destroyers also arrived, one docked at the port, another out in the water near the remains of the airport. Due to the attack, flights at LS International were shut down, and anyone wishing to travel to and from the city had to land or depart from Sandy Shores Airfield.
"The FIB has confirmed that all the necessary additions are now in effect," the reporter said. Michael, Amanda and the kids sat in the living room of the house, "They say that these security measures will likely stay until the Epsilon threat is over. Meanwhile, the FIB's attention is divided between Epsilon and the disappearance of the first USAF air carrier, which was set to debut on the weekend. However the plane has been allegedly stolen from the USAF base outside San Fierro. Whether this incident is tied to Epsilon or not is yet unknown."
"Dave's gotta be pissed about that," Michael sighed. Dave was stressed already, and if he was overworked any more he might crack.
"The boys at school keep saying that the plane's as big as two aircraft carries," Tracey told the three of them.
"Not a chance," laughed Jim.
"Yeah, they're just idiots."
"Dave didn't even tell me anything about it," Michael commented.
"He probably didn't think you needed to," Amanda replied, "I still don't see why you agreed to work with him. It's not your fight."
"I couldn't bail and leave Trevor and Franklin to do all the work. I owe it to Trevor after I nearly got him killed.," Michael told her.
Before anyone could continue the conversation, Michael's phone rang.
"It's Dave," he said, looking at the screen,"Hang on, I gotta take this outside."
"Michael!" Dave said hurriedly, "I need you to get to FIB as soon as you can!"
"Dave, what's happening?"
"Haven't you seen it?"
"The plane going missing? yeah I-"
"No. IN. THE. SKY!"
"Wait, wha- oh my God."
Flying high above Los Santos, was the biggest plane Michael had ever seen. It was too high up for Michael to guess the exact size, but he guessed it would cover a big portion of the city if it got lower.
"Holy shit. I'm on my way!" Michael told him, then hung up, "Guys get your things together and drive to F's place! I'll meet you their later!"
Half an hour later, he was at the FIB building.
"Jesus," Tommy Vercetti exclaimed.
"Damn, that thing could crush the fucking city!" CJ said in amazement.
"Michael, I left the door unlocked for your family!" Franklin told him.
"thanks F," Michael replied, "What's happening?"
"We've been trying to communicate with the plane since it appeared," Dave said quickly. He was a wreck, his shirt was damp with sweat despite the cold air, and he had an exhausted look in his eyes,"But the plane just keeps circling the city."
"Does the plane have explosives?" Gus Mota asked.
"They were in the plane before it got stolen," Dave told him, "I'm hoping they're not though. Those explosives could destroy half the city."
The plane circled for a few minutes, then began to head for the airport.
"It's going to land!" Paige Harris said, pointing.
The group stood outside the building, while civilians left their cars in the street to watch the plane. It did seem like it was going to land, having descended a bit. But then it began to turn back towards the city, approaching at an alarmingly fast speed.
"Oh God," Dave exclaimed, "It going in for a dive bombing!"
The back ramp of the plane was down, and several objects fell out of the plane. They landed somewhere in the city streets near the docks, and Michael could swear he heard explosions coming from the area.
"Guys," Michael said as a small fireball rose up, causing citizens to gasp, "I gotta meet my family at F's place. If a bomb falls in Vinewood Hills, I don't want them being there when it does."
"I'll go with you," Trevor offered.
"Same here man," Franklin added.
The three of them took their separate cars, and made it to Franklin s house in Vinewood Hills. Amanda and the kids sat waiting anxiously in the living room.
"Guys, what's happening?" Amanda asked.
"I don't know, but we gotta get out of here before that plane flies over this place," Michael told them.
"What about our house?" Tracey asked.
"I don't know, but we can't worry about that now," Michael replied.
"I'm gonna get Chop and some of my things, and then we're leaving," Franklin told the group. Smoke could be seen coming from South LS, and sirens could be heard.
"This is so not cool," Jimmy said, watching the carnage.
"Alright," Franklin announced, returning with Chop, and a suitcase, "Everyone ready?"
"Yeah, let's go," Jimmy told him.
"Wait, guys look!" Tracey yelled, pointing outside. The others moved to the window, and watching in horror as the plane descended straight down towards Downtown Los Santos. As it fell, a portion of the wing hit the Maze Bank Tower, and the top of the building was ripped off, the debris falling into the street below.
Then the plane hit the ground.
The nose crumpled, and disappeared as an enormous fireball rose up, engulfing buildings and filling the streets. The remains of the Maze Bank Tower collapse with nothing to support it. The fire engulfed half the city in seconds, not even stopping at the beach.
"It's gone," Amanda whispered, "It's all gone."
Los Santos, or what was left of it, was now Epsilon's territory.