As CJ made his way back to Angel Pine, he finally spotted the building of the motel.

"This must be the spot," CJ muttered. He knocked on the door.

"Hello!" CJ called as he continued knocking. "Hello?! Somebody in there?!"

"In here!" he heard Tenpenny call out in a rather slurred tone.

CJ just opened the door and entered the living room to find Officer Tenpenny sitting on an armchair inhaling smoke from a rainbow pipe. "Check this shit out," CJ said walking through the living room.

He approached Tenpenny, who was blatantly stoned.

"What do we have here?" CJ said not sounding surprised one bit.

"Yo, Carl!" Tenpenny greeted sounding higher than usual. "What up, kid?"

"Hey what's happening?" CJ asked. "Ah, is this undercover training? Ah no, you must be off duty."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Tenpenny replied in a rather wasted tone of voice. "Mr. Truth here is gonna be supplying you with the finest..." He stopped to inhale the smoke out of the pipe, "...weed...and you are gonna deliver it for us!"

"Hey, man," CJ told the stoned cop sounding more confused than ever. "You losing it! You hallucinating and shit!"

"What?" Tenpenny asked. "Oh! Hey, Truth! Come here, man!"

CJ looked forward to find a gray-haired man about somewhere in his 60's wearing a red flannel shirt over baggy olive-colored khaki pants and blue and white sneakers.

That must be The Truth, CJ thought.

"Welcome, friend," Truth greeted with his hands crossed together as if he was praying while taking a bow, and he took a seat on the chair in the dining room

"'Sup!" CJ greeted back.

"Carl here's gonna be paying you your money," Tenpenny told Truth as he continued to inhale through the pipe.

"What you talking about?" CJ asked eyeing the stoned cop sideways.

"Now Carl," Tenpenny began to say, "I got a real do-gooder fucking with me and I want you to take this evil-green poison and drop it on him." Tenpenny began to chuckle and took another hit of the pipe. "He's gonna ruin that asshole's career!" he continued.

"Ah bullshit!" CJ called out.

"Dude, you want mushrooms?" Truth asked Tenpenny. "Ludes? How about some DMT?"

"Naw, not for me, man," Tenpenny told him putting the pipe aside. "I gotta jet." He hopped off the chair and began to walk out. "Whoo, shit!" he muttered making his way through the exit. "I'm fucked up! Yo Carl! Pay the man!"

As Tenpenny left, Truth left his seat.

"Whoa, man!" Truth cried out in astonishment. "I never thought I'd see that! A fed out-smoking me!" He turned to CJ. "What are you, dude?" Truth asked CJ. "FBI? DEA?"

"Naw," CJ answered. "I'm more like a private investigator."

"Friend, you give off a positive energy," Truth told him. "How about some Vietnamese opium?"

"Naw," CJ replied. "I don't get down with that."

"But how do I know I can trust you?" Truth asked.

"What?!" CJ asked sounding bewildered. He had just met The Truth and already, he was skeptical. "I'm working for you now?"

"I'm a man of peace but some squares across that ridge are not respecting my peace," The Truth

"The fuck that mean?" CJ asked. The Truth's words were becoming very cryptic to him. He couldn't comprehend what it was that The Truth was trying to tell him. At this rate, The Truth made Ryder sound sober and articulate. "Later, freak!" CJ said as he exited the motel.

As CJ made his way outside, he hopped inside a parked car and drove on the road.

"Can't believe that weird old man got me stealing a harvester from some farm," he muttered to himself.

He drove through Shady Creeks, across a bridge on the highway, and made a left turn to a mountainside in Flint County.

"The farm's seriously up there?" CJ asked in an annoyed tone.

Without another word, he drove up the mountain. It took a while, but when he finally made it to the top, he finally spotted the farm to his left. There, he saw one of the farmers on the harvester. CJ had to think of a way to steal it out of the farm without getting wasted. As soon as he exited the vehicle, he tried to sneak his way inside the farm. He crouched and crawled behind the gate to the side.

"You come to the wrong farm, boy!" he heard a man yell. CJ turned to see a farmer armed with a rifle ready to do him in.

Shit! CJ thought. So much for being stealthy!

He simply pulled out his pistol and shot the farmer dead, causing him to drop his rifle. CJ grabbed the rifle off the ground and made his way through the farm. By the time he got to the crops, he saw that there were two more farmers up ahead ready to do him in.

"Beat him down!" a woman yelled. "It's all he's good for!"

Without hesitation, CJ used the rifle to shoot the farmers dead and continued his journey. Soon, more farmers appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, who is this guy?" one of them asked.

"I don't know, but he looks kinda shifty!" another replied.

"Roll him in some pig shit!" the third one shouted.

CJ didn't say a word. He just used the rifle to shoot them all dead with one shot and continued trailing through the farm.

By the time he made it to the end, he found the harvester and one of the farmers riding it. CJ hopped the fence and got a little closer to the moving harvester. He aimed the rifle to the driver inside and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out of the rifle and pierced the farmer's eye, causing him to fall off dead out of the tractor.

"Perfect shot!" CJ gloated. He ran to the harvester and hopped inside. As he began to drive it out of the crops, he found more farmers up ahead.

"Ah shit!" CJ grumbled.

As the farmers attempted to take him down, CJ just ran over them with the harvester as he continued driving the tractor. One by one, each of them were sliced by the running blade of the vehicle, and by the time CJ reached the exit, he spotted more survivalists up ahead.

"A'ight then!" CJ shouted. "It's time for this shit to get personal!"

So CJ hopped out of the harvester and used the rifle to blast the survivalists. As he saw that there were none left, CJ abandoned the would-be survivalists' corpses and hopped back inside the harvester. It was difficult for him to steer the vehicle, especially when he rode it down the hill through sharp, hairpin turns in the road. CJ knew that he had to drive it carefully, and hoped that there weren't any more survivalists on his tail. So he had to speed up a little bit more to make sure it wasn't the case.

As CJ finally made it to Leafy Hollow, he parked the harvester inside a garage and hopped out to see The Truth

"Man, you've brought peace back to my valley!" The Truth exclaimed. "Thank you, friend. I'll call you when the whoop-de-doo is ready, just make sure you get that cash."

As The Truth walked away, CJ heard his phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.

"Eh," CJ answered.

"Carl, it's Cesar," he heard Cesar say over the phone.

"Whassup?" CJ answered.

"Bad stinking shit, that's wassup, holmes," Cesar explained.

"What's wrong?" CJ asked feeling worried. "Where's Kendl?! Is she OK?!"

"She's with me, she's OK for now," Cesar answered back.. "The Varrios Los Aztecas - it's all over. There's a price on my head, maybe Kendl's too."

"What happened?" CJ asked in a wary tone.

"Trust, respect, honor - they don't mean jack in Los Santos now," Cesar replied. "My OG's, my eses, all dead or in hiding, eh."

"Get out of town!" CJ demanded. "Head over to Angel Pine, rent you and Kendl a trailer, and I'll meet you there!"

"OK," Cesar agreed. "I just got some shit to take care of and..."

"No!" CJ interrupted his friend urgently. "Just get my sister out of town and someplace safe! Don't shit with me on this one, I can't lose her, man!"

"Sure thing, holmes." Cesar replied. "We'll see you in Angel Pine."

CJ put aside his cell phone and spotted a vehicle nearby.

"Damn!" CJ said to himself. "Shit's getting real intense now!" Without another word, CJ hopped inside the vehicle and drove off.