About a day after the whole incident with the Lost MC and his kidnapping Marcus pulled his Hexer in for a stop in front of a garment factory in Los Santos' La Mesa, taking a look at the building as he got off the bike. The place was a complete dump, but it did seem pretty incognito to set up a heist. Earlier he had called Michael on the way back to Los Santos and it turned out Michael had almost everything in place for the heist he heard about from the FIB, and all Michael needed was a driver. Marcus accepted the job and he was now on his way inside to meet the rest of the crew.

Marcus kept his Beretta close as he walked inside and up a flight of stairs, going past a bunch of low-paid illegal immigrant workers who were sewing clothing. He then walked into a room where he saw Michael, Franklin, another guy, and another very familiar face...

It was his old friend Lester Crest.

"Lester!" Marcus smiled as he walked in. "Holy shit, man! It's great to see you!"

"Ah, Marcus. Nice to see you too. I'm glad you got out of Boilingbroke... Sorry about what happened with Doborovsky. If I knew what he would do after that bank heist in Liberty City..." Lester apologized, trailing off.

"It's fine, Lester. You didn't know he would do that, I didn't know he would either... We're cool." Marcus assured his friend.

Michael cleared his throat so as to get everyone's attention. Marcus saw there was a woman there with a laptop, and another criminal and Franklin was there as well. Michael went to stand in front of a board that described the plan for their heist, and they could see that it involved going in loud and fast. Marcus went to change into his disguise as Michael began to speak.

"Alright... I wanna say thanks for being a part of our little operation. We're all professionals, we all know the score. We're gonna execute the plan. We're gonna move quick, and we're gonna keep cool." Michael informed the crew. "Anybody gets pinched then this meeting never took place. We don't know each other, is that clear?" he asked.

Everyone including Marcus nodded in confirmation at Michael's question as Lester walked up to the board.

"Now we looked very, very carefully at the plans. We considered something more complicated, but given the location, the weakness of staffing and the exit points we believe a more simple plan will work best." Lester added.

"We're gonna hack in, disable security... Then waltz right in through the front door." Michael informed.

Marcus's eyebrow raised in curiosity once he heard they were to go in loud. Understandably he was feeling a bit reluctant to do such a major job in such a noticeable manner, as the last time this kind of job happened he was betrayed and caught by the cops. But the money involved with this was too good to refuse... He was gonna do it, but he was either gonna get away with his cut or just simply die in the attempt. Jail was no option... not again.

"Security guard should be to our left. We neutralize him, fifteen seconds later you come in." Michael informed Marcus along with the other gunman, some Irish prick named Packie McReary. Ironically enough Marcus believed that he actually worked with McReary once or twice many years earlier for a few jobs back in Liberty City, although that was a story for a different day. Both he and the others had a score to focus on at the moment.

"Understood." Marcus replied with a simple nod.

"I also want extreme pressure applied to the staff, the customers are to be calmly subdued. I want Marcus on crowd control while me and Packie empty out the merchandise from the cabinets." Michael continued. "We're in and out in ninety seconds, guys! Franklin'll handle your getaway. I'm leaving on foot. Any questions?" he added.

Seeing that Marcus, Franklin and everyone else in the crew now all understood exactly what their roles were and what was going to happen, Michael couldn't help but grin. Maybe this will work out after all...

"Good luck, everyone." Lester said to the crew.

The crew nodded and were ready for action as most of them leaving the room, with Lester staying behind in the factory. The others all walked outside and to the van they were to ride in as the hacker went inside of a large truck which was full of motorbikes that were integral for escaping the police once they got the valuables from Vangelicos. Franklin went to the driver's seat of the van and Michael got in the passenger seat, whereas Marcus and Packie got in the back together. With that Franklin got on the road and away from the factory, all preparing for what they would face once they would get to the jewel store.

"Alright, listen up!" Michael announced to the others in the van. "The four of us in this van... we're about to become accomplices in a major crime. I gotta be able to trust you with my life, my liberty, my reputation. Same goes the other way. A crew will only work, only work, when there is trust."

Michael was interrupted by Franklin honking his horn at a car that ran a red light and nearly hit the van, but thankfully that car quickly drove away and Franklin kept driving like nothing happened. Marcus would've probably pulled out his pistol and threatened the other driver, but in contrast Michael just sighed with annoyance at this and continued.

"So in the interest of fostering that type of relationship in the short time we've got, let me introduce myself." Michael continued. "I'm Michael. I've done this type of thing before, more than a few times. I've made good money doing it, enough to spend a long time not doing it. I know it goes without saying, but I know a lot of people. Anyone yaps about me or any of you, you'll be dealt with. Got it? Okay... Mark, your turn." Michael finished.

Marcus looked at the others in the van and simply gave a shrug as he checked his watch and his gun for a moment.

"I'm Marcus... Like Michael I've also done this kind of thing before." Marcus began as he looked back up at them. "I've made a bit of a name for myself in Liberty City. I was in Liberty until the last heist I went on went completely south, as one of the other guys on the job betrayed me and left me to the cops so he could get my share of the cash. I lost tens of millions of dollars in potential profits and spent over seven years in prison due to that bullshit, but about a month ago I finally broke out. After that I started working for a guy up north and then I got to LS, hooked back up with Michael, and now I'm here." he finished, giving his story before he gestured to Franklin, as if to say it was his turn.

Franklin was silent for a few moments as he didn't notice the gesture, but Michael softly elbowed him to get his attention, and once he got it he pointed back to the others so Franklin would know it was his turn.

"Uhh... yeah man, I'm Franklin, dawg." Franklin began. "I'm new to these kind of planned out detailed robberies. I've done my share of small jobs. You know... liquor stores, warehouses, boosting cars. And then I met these dudes right here, Michael and Marcus, and they turned me on to this kind of thing." he explained.

"Packie McReary, from the fine borough of Dukes in God's own Liberty City." Packie began to say since it was now his turn. "I came to LS seeking fame and fortune and I found boredom and idiots. You wanna hear about my old life, well, you're the first people I met out here who do. Everyone talks about what they're gonna do, who they're gonna be, but they don't talk about who they are, and they don't care about anyone else. It's a city full of cokeheads who aren't on coke! I swear they put something in that kale juice..." he finished.

By this point everyone in the van had absolutely no idea what McReary was talking about, but they just decided to try their hardest to roll with it.

"Umm... Yeah, don't worry guys, I can vouch for McReary. I've worked with him before in Liberty and I can highly recommend him." Marcus said to the others, trying to reassure them.

Soon everyone saw that they were now in Rockford Hills and just a short distance away from Vangelicos. Now was the time to strike. Everyone readied their weapons as Franklin parked the van in front of the jewel store, and everyone also put on their mirrored and all-blacked motorcycle helmets, which would both conceal their faces and protect them when they had to use the bikes shortly after this.

"This is it!" Franklin said.

"Alright, let's move! Frank, you go and get the bikes!" Michael informed as he got out and shut the door, leaving Franklin to drive to the truck and get the bikes ready to go for all of them.

With that the gunmen and the driver had all gotten out of the van as Franklin drove away. All three of them readied their stolen LCPD carbine rifles and rushed the door together, and when Michael kicked it open you can only imagine the reactions of the customers and employees inside. Some of the customers and employees screamed as they realized they were being robbed, but they were quickly shut up after rifles were shoved at their faces.

"Ladies and gentlemen! This is just a simple good-'ol-fashioned American robbery!" Marcus shouted to the people as he roughly shoved a man to the ground, aiming his rifle right at his face.

"Please don't make me ruin all of the great work your plastic surgeons have been doing! All of you get on the floor now!" Michael taunted at the scared people as Packie ran further into the store.

The store manager came out of her office to see what all of the commotion was, and after seeing all of the heavily armed men she tried to run for the alarm. However she was knocked straight to the ground and rendered unconscious thanks to the quick work of the butt of Packie's rifle. A guard in the store was also freaked out enough by the scene that he tried to simply run for his life rather than fight the robbers, but he was stopped well before he got to the door after Marcus shot him in the back and killed him. A woman screamed with horror at this, but Marcus's gun being aimed at her face quickly shut her up.

Marcus kept his rifle aimed at the frightened customers and began to work crowd control as Michael and Packie both worked on breaking the glass of the display cases and stealing whatever jewelry and gems were inside, putting it all in their dufflebags. Thankfully that hacker Paige they hired turned out to be worth every single penny, as she gave them at least one minute and thirty seconds to clear out the store before the alarms would trip, easily more than enough time.

"Alright, that's our target! Let's see how high we can go!" Michael announced to the others after seeing they had gotten enough money to pay off Martin Madrazo and give everyone their shares.

"Hell yeah! P, take over for me! I'm gonna fill my bag!" Marcus said as he made his way towards the jewelry cases.

Packie nodded and took over on crowd control so Marcus could quickly fill up his dufflebag with stolen jewelry, which he thankfully managed to do before they had to go. The robbers all easily had millions of dollars worth of gems and valuable metals in their dufflebags, so now they had to get the fuck away from Vangelicos as fast as they possibly could. The alarm finally went off and alerted the Los Santos Police Department as the robbers exited the building, who noticed a traffic cop was giving Franklin some trouble after he parked the motorbikes in front of the building.

"-so for the last time, move it!" the traffic cop frowned as he finished a sentence.

"Man, get the fuck out my face!" Franklin threatened to him.

The traffic cop was about to say another thing, but Michael simply grabbed him by the neck from behind and threw him straight to the ground. The traffic cop looked up at Michael and his eyes widened with shock at seeing the heavily armed man, finally realizing that a robbery was unfolding. As everyone got on their bikes Michael loitered for a few more moments in order to threaten the traffic cop, just to try and make sure he wouldn't squeal on what he was seeing.

"You forget a thousand things every day, pal... Make sure this is one of 'em." Michael warned.

The traffic cop stayed in a shocked silence as Michael handed his dufflebag over to Franklin, since there was only four bikes and they all had to be used by the others rather than him. Michael then began to hurry for the truck as the others quickly began riding away on the motorbikes as the cops began to arrive at the area, heavily armed and ready to fight some robbers. Marcus frowned at seeing the massive amounts of police and even considered taking pot shots at them with his Beretta as he drove past them, but alas that would have distracted him and that was not something that he could allow to happen at a time like this. Distractions are what either get you killed or in jail.

The group turned a sharp left on Dorset Drive and sped down it as fast as their bikes could allow, but they commonly had to dodge cop cars and civilian vehicles as they rode.

"Be more careful bud! You could lose your license for that!" Marcus joked, laughing after seeing a red Dilettante slam right into the side of a police car after swerving to avoid him, causing both cars to flip in the street.

"Keep driving, man! We gotta lose 'em!" Franklin said through the comms.

The robbers sped down Dorset before taking a sharp right onto Las Lagunas Boulevard, where they proceeded to drive off of the street and straight onto the Del Perro Freeway!

"FUCK!" Marcus exclaimed at the sudden drop onto the freeway.

Although Packie and Marcus nearly lost control of their bikes due to this, both of them managed to stay upright and managed to get past encroaching police cars. With that the robbers headed straight into a construction tunnel that led into the sewers under downtown Los Santos. Marcus was leading the way down a tunnel and much to the frustration of Franklin and Packie he momentarily got stopped at a divergence since he couldn't remember whether to go left or right, but thankfully he quickly realized that they both would reconverge shortly afterwards so it really didn't matter. Rather than panic about everything that was going on he kept a calm, collected head, so that easily made up for this little stoppage.

The group kept making their way through the sewers and tunnels and eventually made it close to their destination, the LS River, a large canal that runs through part of the city. The plan was to get to the river, load themselves and the bikes into the back of the truck, and then make their way to a safe location. But there was only one problem...

"The police know where you're coming out in the river!" Paige said through the comms. "We're here to help, but get ready for a warm welcome!" she also said.

"Good! Let's fuck up the pigs and get out of here!" Marcus smirked.

The robbers then exited the tunnel and saw the truck with the LSPD right on its tail. The men on the bikes sped ahead of the truck as Michael used it to hit police cars and keep them away from their score. Marcus made sure to use his Beretta to help Michael with getting the cops away, and at one point Marcus even pulled up to the side of a police car and emptied an entire magazine through the passenger window, killing both of the occupants and causing the car to go out of control and hit another, knocking both of them out of the chase. Luckily the shooting and Michael's driving worked after eliminating several cop cars as threats, and eventually the cops backed off. It was now or never.

"Alright, we've got a window." Michael said to the others through the comms. "Let's stop at the end of the river and get the bikes in the truck."

With that the group drove their vehicles to the end of the LS River, parking them. Michael let the back door of the truck open and one by one the robbers all drove their bikes inside of it, ensuring that their lives and their take was now safe. Marcus took off his helmet and set his Beretta back in his jacket for the time being, a huge and very cocky grin on his face as he realized they just made off with nearly five million dollars in gems.

Crime ALWAYS pays, no doubt.

Michael drove the truck up an exit road of the river and he got the truck back on the surface streets somewhere in South Los Santos. He got the truck onto Carson Avenue and began to mingle with the traffic on the way to meet Lester at the lockup that the truck was to be delivered to, and with no police cars in sight and the absent sound of sirens it was apparent that the group had successfully made it away with their take.

"Fuck, man! I thought I was goin' to be stuck to that bike!" Franklin stated.

"You're telling me, man! Christ you see all of those pigs back there? All the bodies we dropped? I thought I was gonna end up back in Bolingbroke!" Marcus replied.

Franklin still had a look of disbelief as he glanced out of a window, seeing that there was absolutely no cop cars in sight. Did they seriously just get away with everything they did?

"There's gotta be more dudes waiting for us round that way." Franklin said with disbelief. "We did not just get away with that shit, did we?" he asked the others.

"You know what...? I think we did." Michael replied with a grin.

Obviously everyone in the truck was very pleased with that statement, as each of them had earned a shitload of money. Well minus the two million Michael had to give to Martin Madrazo, but goddamn they were all going to be set for quite a while after this. After a few more minutes of driving they had arrived at the lockup, and they saw Lester was waiting for them. The robbers all got out of the truck as Michael pulled down a blue tarp in order to conceal the truck and keep both it and all of their stolen jewelry safe, at least until Lester himself would get it and arrange for it to be sold. Speaking of which, Lester was already walking towards them as Michael turned his attention to the others.

"Alright people, we need to split up. They're gonna be looking for a crew." Michael warned to the others.

"I'll wire your cuts when the rocks have been sold." Lester added.

Marcus clapped his hands together as if to praise as he approached the others with a big grin on his face.

"That was fucking beautiful, Lester! Absolutely beautiful and brilliant! You certainly haven't lost your touch when it comes to moneymaking..." Marcus complimented.

"That shit was crazy, dawg... So what now?" Franklin asked.

"We get out of here, keep our heads down." Lester replied.

The others all nodded in confirmation as Michael pridefully put his hands on both Marcus and Franklin's shoulders as he looked at Lester.

"What'd I tell ya Lester, huh? Damn fine work from these two, especially from Frank." Michael praised his protégé before he flashed a sheepish and apologetic smile towards Marcus.

Marcus simply chuckled at this and he rolled his eyes at Michael's comments, but even with the lack of praise he was still absolutely content with earning hundreds of thousands of dollars from all of this. With that Michael pulled away his hands and glanced back at the other two robbers and the hacker who took part in this heist.

"Alright, look, everybody take off." Michael said.

Packie and Paige both nodded at this and they all started to leave the scene. Marcus and Franklin were also beginning to walk away, but Michael stopped them since he had more to say.

"Guys, listen, Lester and I have got some things we gotta clean up." Michael informed. "But I want you two to stop by the house a little later on, we'll celebrate. Alright?" Michael asked.

"As much as I'd love to I've got some shit I need to take care of back up north. I need to talk with someone I was working for up there, maybe cut ties with him... But just rain check it and I promise later on I'll take you and Frank out to celebrate on my dime." Marcus assured.

"I'll be sure to hold you to that, Mark." Michael nodded, giving his friend a pat on the back.

And with that both Marcus and Franklin began to leave. Michael and Lester stayed behind to admire their work, but Marcus hailed down a taxi for himself and got inside, intending to head back to the factory to pick up his Hexer and then head back up to Sandy Shores sometime later on in the next day or two after he rested and recuperated back at Michael's place. He had to go and chat with Trevor Philips... Honestly he wasn't exactly sure if he was going to cut ties with him or not yet, but who knows? Maybe he'll have something interesting to do.