The Next Day, Harmony, Blaine County.
Marcus had a smile on his face as he walked out of the clothes store, trading in his Lost MC jacket and desert tan t-shirt. He was now wearing a nice black jacket with a black knockoff luxury shirt underneath it that said "LC Crew". He kept the jeans and the boots, though. He liked them.
He walked to the parking lot and got on his Hexer, quickly driving away from the clothes store. He drove around for a while, trying to get a good look at the areas around him since it was pretty close to Sandy Shores. He drove through the small town, driving right by Boilingbroke Penitentiary, kinda hoping the police wouldn't recognize him.
Eventually Marcus got back home to Sandy Shores. But he stopped along the railroad tracks near Trevor's trailer, going wide eyed with what he saw...
Trevor was standing on the tracks; an Azteca gang member was tied up and lied horizontally across the tracks. There was also another corpse of an Azteca gang member not far away, on fire. Marcus, incredibly confused but curious, drove over to the scene. He parked his bike next to the tracks, seeing Trevor aiming a pistol at the live Azteca gang member.
"Something going on, T?" Marcus asked, curiously.
Trevor looked up from the Azteca, smiling a little as he saw Marcus wasn't very far away.
"Oh, there you are, kid! I was wondering where you were." Trevor said.
Marcus rose an eyebrow, seeing the fear-stricken Azteca who was tied up on the railroad tracks.
"What- uh... What's going on here?" Marcus asked, a little reluctant.
Trevor gestured to the tied up Azteca, and Marcus noticed that he was so afraid that he urinated his pants.
"This, my friend, THIS is my friend Hector. And I'll be sure to tell you about all of this after Hector is sprayed from here all the way back to Los Santos by the two-o-clock southbound train." Trevor said.
Marcus rose an eyebrow, absolutely confused. But then he saw what Trevor meant. As a large train with about thirty or forty cars started heading towards them pretty fast. Trevor smirked at the Azteca as he backed up, honestly feeling a little bit sorry for what was about to happen to him.
"Adios, amigo!" Trevor said, mockingly.
The Azteca screamed, but the scream couldn't be heard because of the bandana that was tied around his mouth. Marcus cringed as the train arrived, making short work of the Azteca. He was sure that Trevor was right about him being sprayed from Sandy Shores to Los Santos. He could see the Azteca's blood and guts going for a LONG distance.
After several minutes the train finally got past the two of them. Trevor laughed as he saw that an eyeball from the Azteca landed right at his feet. So, he picked it up and smirked, jokingly winking at it.
"An eye for a fucking eye, right kid?" Trevor asked, throwing the eyeball at Marcus.
Marcus had a disgusted look as the eyeball landed in his lap. He picked it up and threw it behind his back, absolutely disgusted by how Trevor killed two people and used one of them for train-bait.
"What do you want, Trevor? Why was there an Azteca on the tracks?" Marcus asked, looking back at Trevor.
"Because they're gonna make a move on my meth site soon. Figured I'd 'politely' ask these two cocksnots about it... Hey, do you wanna come with to my meth site and I'll show you around? I've got a guy there named Chef who'll help us with the place." Trevor replied.
Marcus shrugged, nodding in agreement. He didn't really care for meth. Honestly, he hated it and its effects on people, but he felt like earning a little bit of money today before he would cut all ties with Trevor Philips and his 'company'.
"Sure, why not? You'll pay me, right? And when are we going to deal with that Dorborovsky thing?" Marcus asked.
"Of course you'll get paid, kid! And we'll deal with Dorborovsky soon. He'll be in Los Santos later, I know it. Then I PROMISE we'll kill him." Trevor assured.
Marcus nodded in agreement. He was about to head back to his bike when he felt his cell phone ring. He took a look at the caller ID, instantly going wide eyed.
CALLER: Steve Haines.
Trevor rose an eyebrow, pausing in his walk back to his truck.
"Kid? Something wrong? Boyfriend wanting some fucking?" Trevor guessed.
"Wait, what?! No! It's just a person calling..." Marcus replied.
"You coming to the cook site or are you gonna guzzle some more dick?" Trevor asked, bluntly.
Marcus rolled his eyes, glaring at Trevor.
"I'll swing by some other time." Marcus replied.
Trevor shrugged. He continued his walk back to his truck, picking up the eyeball he threw earlier and putting it in his pocket. Marcus had a completely disgusted look as he saw Trevor drive away, and he then brought the phone back up against his ear.
He knew Haines would want him to do something. Now.
"Thompson? It's time. Meet us down in Los Santos, over by where we first met." Steve instructed.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Haines? I've got shit to do! Can't this wait a week or two?" Marcus asked.
"Nope. Not at all. Get your ass over to the parking lot where we first met. Dave'll be there too. And no, this isn't optional." Steve replied, rudely.
Marcus growled as he hung up, really not wanting to meet with Steve Haines or Dave Norton. But he figured that if he HAD to do it, then what choice did he have? He was just hoping he wouldn't end up with a pair of cement shoes and at the bottom of the ocean because of it.
The stressed out man got back on his Hexer and drove away from the scene, getting back on Route 68 and heading back south towards Los Santos...
A few hours later, Vespucci Beach, Los Santos.
Marcus parked his Hexer at the parking lot where he met Steve and Dave the day before. He turned off the ignition, took off his black motorcycle helmet, and looked around, wondering where the two FIB agents were.
He got his answer as he saw a beige Oracle sedan pull up next to him. The passenger window rolled down, revealing Steve's smirking face as Dave was in the driver's seat.
"Thompson! There you are! You ready for this? I can tell you're excited." Steve asked, sarcastically.
"Fuck off, Haines. Just tell me what you want." Marcus growled.
Dave sighed and passed a file over Steve, handing it to Marcus. Marcus opened the file, raising an eyebrow as he saw a familiar face on a picture that was clipped inside.
The person was Tony Prince. AKA Gay Tony. The man was famous for running the two best nightclubs in all of Liberty City; the Maisonette 9 and the gay bar Hercules. But after the billionaire Yusuf Amir bought the franchises in 2008, Gay Tony tried retiring to a spa town near Las Venturas, but it didn't work out. He then came to Los Santos with a friend of his and together they started another Maisonette club in the city: Maisonette 10.
"Why are you giving me this?" Marcus asked.
"He needs to be taken out. A friend of a friend of a friend of ours said Prince sent some Dominican-looking guy to rough up some competition to his nightclubs. Turns out one of the guys that got roughed up is a cousin of the friend of a friend of a friend who asked for the hit. Understand?" Steven explained.
Marcus, honestly, was completely confused.
"Uh..." Marcus replied, totally confused.
Steven rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he turned and looked over at Dave.
"Told you this kid is an idiot." Steve said, bluntly.
Marcus frowned and Dave sighed as Steve looked back at Marcus, smirking.
"We left you a MP5 and a silenced combat pistol in a parking garage across the street from Maisonette 10. Hide them on you, get past the bouncers, find Prince, and kill him." Steve instructed.
"Fine. I'll do it." Marcus replied, nodding.
Steve gave a mock two-fingered salute as Dave backed up the car. Dave then drove back onto the highway as Marcus got on his Hexer, taking another look at the file. After looking it over, he put it in one of his new saddlebags and drove onto the highway, making his way towards Del Perro...
30 Minutes Later, Del Perro, Los Santos.
Marcus drove into the parking garage, seeing the vehicle the file said for him to go to. It wasn't anything special, just a black Washington sedan with tinted windows. Marcus parked his Hexer right next to it and walked to the Washington, opening the trunk to find an MP5 and a silenced combat pistol waiting for him.
He put the MP5 under his jacket, and the pistol in his waistband. He went to the elevator in the garage and took it to the ground level, walking out onto the sidewalk. He got a good look at Maisonette 10, honestly a little impressed with the outside décor.
The line at the door wasn't very long, just about five or six people. There was only one bouncer, too, and he was looking for ID's, not patting people down. Marcus got in line, seeing another familiar face in front of him: Brucie Kibbutz.
Brucie Kibbutz was a chop shop owner in Liberty City, but he eventually left after being offered to become the spokesman for Bull Shark Testosterone, a supplement of some kind. Marcus always suspected Brucie was a steroid junkie or something.
Marcus eventually was second in line, Brucie was in front of him. Marcus could see there was a nametag on the bouncer's shirt, saying "Dessie".
"Come on, man! You gonna let me in? I'm famous!" Brucie said.
Dessie had an annoyed look, still examining Brucie's ID.
"Brucie Kibbutz... I remember you from Liberty City. I also remember you got banned from Maisonette 9." Dessie replied, bluntly.
Brucie laughed, almost nervously as he rubbed his shoulder, jumping up and down a little.
"Not my fault me and Roman were trying to hook up with that hot security girl!" Brucie defended.
"I don't care. You and Roman were nothing but trouble back in Liberty City. You know how many times we had to clean up your messes, and how many women didn't come back to the club because of you guys? I'm not letting you in since the ban's still in place." Dessie replied.
Brucie grumbled to himself, elbowing Marcus out of the way as he walked down the sidewalk away from the club. Marcus shook his head and got his ID out of his pocket, showing it to Dessie.
Dessie examined it for a few seconds, nodding and gesturing towards the door.
"Looks clean. Go on inside." Dessie said.
Marcus nodded and was literally thanking god that he wasn't patted down as he walked inside. He went up a flight of stairs and into the dancefloor, looking around. He saw Tony's Dominican friend sitting near the bar and chatting up with a black haired woman in a pink dress, both having engagement rings on their ring fingers.
Marcus shrugged and walked up to them, seeing that they also had nametags on. Luis Lopez and Joni.
"Excuse me, where's Tony Prince? I need to speak with him." Marcus said.
"Why do you need to speak with Tony? Anyone who needs to speak with him can speak with me first." Luis replied.
Marcus didn't really know what to say, so he just said the first thing that came to mind.
"I'm an investor. I heard this franchise is one of the best back in Liberty City, and I wanna give an investment." Marcus lied.
Joni kissed Luis's cheek as she stood up, smiling at Marcus.
"I'll show you the way to his office." Joni said.
"You sure that's a good idea, J? I don't think this is a good idea. Something's off about this guy." Luis protested.
Marcus was now starting to get impatient. He just wanted to kill Gay Tony and then go back to Michael's mansion and watch some shitty TV. Joni, however, smiled back at her fiancé.
"Lighten up, L. This'll only be a minute." Joni replied, smiling.
Luis sighed, shaking his head and downing another shot of vodka as Joni led Marcus into the back rooms of the club. She had a polite smile on her face as the two of them stopped outside of Gay Tony's office. She gestured towards the door.
"He's inside. All yours." Joni said, politely.
"Thank you. I know he's just dying to hear what I have to say." Marcus replied, not joking at all.
Joni kept smiling as she walked away from Marcus, who opened the door to see Gay Tony talking to someone on the phone. Tony silently motioned for Marcus to sit down in a chair that was in front of him, which he did as Tony kept talking on the phone.
"-I'm sorry, Mr. Doborovsky, but I can't do that." Tony said to the other line.
Dorborovsky! Tony was talking to Ivan Dorborovsky! Just knowing that made Marcus frown, and actually steered him into knowing he was gonna enjoy killing Gay Tony.
"Look, Ivan, be reasonable! You know how much of this I took back in Liberty City? I already had the mob to owe money too, so why do I have to owe YOU now?!" Tony asked.
Marcus reached into his waistband, grabbing his combat pistol and hiding it under his jacket. He then saw Tony's face turn pale, just knowing that Dorborovsky gave him a threat or something like that.
"Y- Yes, Ivan... I- I'll find the money for you." Tony said, almost nervously.
Tony breathed out a heavy and stressed sigh as he hung up. He then clapped his hands together, stood up, took a deep breath, and forced a smile on his face as he looked at Marcus.
"I was told you may be an investor for Maisonette 10. What is your name?" Tony asked.
"Marcus." Marcus replied, truthfully.
Tony nodded and walked over to a large window that was in his office, smiling a little as he stared at the skyscrapers that were in the distance. Marcus also stood up, getting out his combat pistol and hiding it behind his back.
"And how much can you contribute to this franchise?" Tony asked, curiously.
Marcus revealed his pistol. Tony went wide eyed as he saw it from the reflection of the window. He turned around, wide eyed as he saw Marcus aiming the pistol straight at his face. Tony, wide eyed with horror and fear, backed all the way up to the window.
"W- Wait! Don't shoot! Is this about that whole 'Rocco' thing from back in Liberty?! O- Or Bulgarin?!" Tony asked.
Tony never got an answer. Marcus fired his gun, hitting Tony right in the left eye and causing the window behind him to shatter. Tony's body fell out of the window and landed three stories below on the street, landing right on the street where it hit a black Obey Tailgater. Marcus went wide eyed, seeing the driver was none other than Michael De Santa, who had a completely shocked and confused look as he stopped the car, got out, and looked up at the window, seeing Marcus was up there.
"Kid! What the fuck did you just do to my car?!" Michael asked, wide eyed.
"I'll explain later! Keep the engine running!" Marcus said back.
Michael noticed that Dessie was running over to the scene, pulling a small SNS pistol out from under his jacket with the intent to shoot up at Marcus. Michael got his Beretta out and shot Dessie in the neck, instantly killing him. Marcus jumped onto an awning, which made him bounce a little and he landed feet first on the street below.
Marcus ran over to Michael's car, pulling Tony's body off as he got in the passenger seat. Michael got in the driver's seat as they both saw Luis run out with a pistol 44. in his hand, going wide eyed with shock as he saw Tony and Dessie both dead.
"TONY! DESSIE!" Luis shouted, horrified.
Luis frowned as he saw Marcus and Michael in the Obey Tailgater. He knew one of them killed Tony and Dessie... Luis started running towards them, firing off rounds from his pistol 44. as he did. Michael simply shot Luis in one kneecap, and Marcus shot Luis in the other. Joni ran out of the front door, screaming as she saw Luis get shot in both of his legs.
"LUIS!" Joni screamed.
Luis growled as he collapsed onto the asphalt, seeing Michael quickly start driving away from the scene with Marcus. Joni dialed 911 on her phone as she ran to Luis, seeing his wounds...
Joni crouched next to Luis and gently held him close. Luis clutched one of his legs and set his pistol aside, seeing a couple of police cars and an ambulance arriving after a few minutes...
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