The next day, Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo met in Lester's house on Amarillo Heights.

"Guys, I've gotten information about Richard 'Dick' Shyster. One of the founders of Goldberg, Ligner and Shyster, now called Ligner and Shyster. He's black, with a crew-cut-like hairstyle. Recently, someone ran Shyster down, and now he's in hospital. Richard is under police protection in Central Los Santos Medical Center."

"Oh shit," Michael remarked. "So, what's the plan?"

Lester suggested. "Franklin, get a tuxedo, I suggest from Ponsonbys, and visit the hospital posing as a representative from the law firm. The police don't really ID the visitors, they just scan the person to see if the person fits the identity he or she gave. Michael, you'll dress a policeman, to divert visitors away while Franklin does his job. Say that the doctors are doing a check-up or whatever. Gustavo, Trevor, you two keep watch at the lobby, just in case."

Trevor shrugged. "Why the fuck not? Let's get this shit done!"

Franklin bought a ten-thousand dollar tuxedo from Ponsonbys and wore it, before getting a taxi to transport him to the Medical Center. When he entered the lobby of the Medical Center, Franklin saw Gustavo and Trevor already in the lobby. Franklin asked the receptionist what ward Richard Shyster was staying at, and the receptionist told him.

Going up to the ward, Franklin saw two policemen guarding the entrance to Richard's ward. Sitting near the ward was a man who looked like he was a soldier. Franklin saw a bulge in the man's pocket, meaning that the man had a pistol. Franklin identified the man as a Merryweather operative.

Walking up to the two policemen, Franklin said, "I am Frederick Caruso, representative of Ligner and Shyster, here to visit Richard Shyster." The two policemen scanned Franklin, before one of them opened the door to allow Franklin in.

Franklin sat down beside Richard Shyster, and waited for Michael to arrive.

Michael, dressed in the police uniform, took the elevator up to the ward Richard Shyster was in. He walked up to the policemen and told them, "Officer Townley, any of you guys need a rest? I can take over one of you."

The first policeman wanted to rest so Michael took over him. As the first policeman walked off, Michael turned to the second one. "Hey, officer Townley. What's your name?"

The second policeman answered, "Officer Hayley. Pleased to meet you."

Michael took out his phone and called Gustavo. "Mota, I'm here guarding the ward with another man. I'll be late." That was actually the agreed code for the two men at the lobby to cause a distraction if needed.

Gustavo hung up and told Trevor what they needed to do. They exited the building and went to Michael's Tailgater, which was parked in a nearby parking lot. Opening the trunk, they took out two masks and some firearms. They put the masks on, closed the trunk and returned to the Medical Center.

"Freeze, motherfuckers! Put your hands up and get onto the floor!" Trevor shouted as he unloaded half a clip of his Assault Rifle. The bullets all hit the wall.

Civilians screamed in fear as some of them tried to flee. The 'smarter' ones raised their hands and got onto the floor. Gustavo was annoyed by the screaming and shot one of the fleeing civilians. That unlucky civilian dropped onto the floor, bleeding to his death.

Michael and Hayley heard the gunshots from the ward. Both of them drew their pistols. Hayley turned on his radio and spoke into it, "This is officer Hayley, at Richard Shyster's ward in the Central Los Santos Medical Center. Shots are being fired. Proceeding to investigate. Requesting backup at once."

Hayley told Michael, "Get Shyster out of here. There're Air Ambulances on the rooftop." He then ran off.

Opening the door to the ward, Michael gave an okay sign to Franklin. Franklin stood up and exited the room. Richard Shyster was dead already.

"We have to get the fuck out of here," Michael whispered to Franklin.

Gustavo and Trevor were walking around the lobby, ensuring that the civilians were not going to try anything funny. Soon, they saw Michael and Franklin arrive. Trevor aimed his Assault Rifle at the two.

"Put your fucking hands in the air!" Trevor warned.

Michael pulled his pistol out and aimed it at Trevor. "LAPD, put your hands in the air."

Gustavo aimed his Assault Rifle at Michael too. "Do you want to fucking die here? Put your hands up!" Michael sighed before putting his pistol onto the floor.

Trevor pulled Michael out of the building while Gustavo pulled Franklin out. As they walked, Trevor said loudly, "You two seem like suitable hostages. A policeman, even! The fucking cops will think twice now."

Exiting the building, they dropped their act and hurried to the parking lot where Michael's Tailgater was. They got into the Tailgater and Michael drove off.

Nearing Franklin's house on Whispymound Drive, they saw yellow vehicles parked outside the house. "Shit, Vagos people!" Gustavo said.

Stopping the Tailgater, the four of them got out and armed themselves.

"Gustavo, Franklin. You two go in and take the Vagos guys out. Trevor and I will stay here to make sure no one else comes."

Armed with Assault Rifles, Gustavo and Franklin went to take out the Vagos men. Three Vagos gangsters armed with Micro SMGs were guarding the two entrances into the house. Gustavo took aim and unloaded half a magazine of bullets at them. The three gangsters collapsed onto the ground.

Franklin and Gustavo split up, with Franklin searching the outside areas and Gustavo searching the inside areas.

Minutes later, Franklin and Gustavo had killed all the Vagos gangsters in the house. Martinez, who had been untied by one of his gangsters, was out cold on the floor. He had been knocked unconscious by Gustavo.

"We have to get out of here, Franklin. The police will be investigating," Gustavo told Franklin. He agreed.

Bringing Martinez out of the house, the two saw Michael and Trevor fighting off Vagos reinforcements. Franklin stuffed Martinez into the trunk of a Vagos Buccaneer.

"Gustavo, let's get into the car and get the fuck out of here," Franklin suggested. Gustavo got into the Buccaneer and Franklin sped off.

Seeing the Vagos Buccaneer drive away, Trevor started to retreat towards the Tailgater. "Michael! Frankie and Gustavo have left with the Vagos fuck! Let's leave before one of those pricks shoot us!"

Michael heard that and shouted, "Alright, Trevor! Cover my ass!" Michael then made a run for his Tailgater. Getting into the car, Michael started up the engine.

Right as the engine started, Trevor got into the car. Michael stepped on the accelerator and said, "Let's get the hell out of this place."