Chapter 20: Just Business
Yang decided to head to the next mission on her go-kart. She drove to the bar, where she meet the Chinese contacts Trevor tried to do business with. She got off her vehicle and walked into the bar.
Crystal Maze
Bartender: You sure as shit are one dumb, ignorant, white trash, hillbilly, Wallis.
"Jeez, wonder what happened when we were gone," Yang said.
Wallis: You're damn right!
"Gosh, everyone in America sounds like an idiot," Weis said. Cheng was dancing in the background.
Trevor: Cheng. Spreadsheet. Let's head outside and talk terms.
Translator: (From Chinese to English) Come, come, come. Hurry!
Everyone walked outside to discuss business.
Trevor: Gentlemen. I think, I have proved that my organization can handle weight, and I think I gaved that proved that my organization is a reliable supplier.
"Well, you didn't prove that you can cook good meth. All you did was proving that you're a psychopathic killer," Blake said.
Trevor: In short, it's you and me, now gimme some of that Goddamn X.
Translator: I'm afraid we want to go down a different path.
"So you want us to be a gun for hire instead of a supplier drugs?" Ruby wondered.
Trevor: What?
Translator: We want to explore other opportunities.
Cheng: (From Chinese to English) You big crazy man. You crazy. You want a massage?
"Wow, this guy can't do well with business meetings," Blake said.
Trevor: Shut the fuck up!
Translator: Our boss, Mr. Cheng's father, wants something a little larger.
"Really! We destroyed two goddamn gangs!" Yang exclaimed.
"That really doesn't prove anything thing other than your bloodlust," Blake said.
Translator: We want to move drugs, perhaps guns.
"There's a gun store, you know," Ruby said
Trevor: This is my life's work.
"Yeah, don't crush a man's dream you asshole," Yang said.
Trevor: I mean since I was a little kid I-I dreamt big. Y'know, I've always wanted to be an international drug dealer and... weapons trader.
"Pretty sure you wanted to be an air force pilot, not a gun-crazed psycho," Weiss said.
Trevor: Alright, so I'm begging you, let's make this happen
Translator: I'm very sorry.
Trevor: You're sorry? You're fucking sorry? I just spilled my fucking guts out to you and you say to me you're sorry?
"That's business for you," Blake said.
Trevor: Who you working for? Hmm, who?
Translator: I'm not at liberty to say.
Trevor: Oh, no, no, no. You're at fucking liberty, in fact I'd say you obliged.
"I don't think that's how liberty works," Ruby said. Trevor grabs Cheng by the head.
Trevor: Who?
Trevor slams Cheng's head up against a wooden pole.
Trevor: Fucking, who, who, who, who?
"Calm down, but the head down," Yang said.
Translator: The O'Neil brothers.
Trevor: The O'Neil brothers, huh?
Translator: Yeah.
Trevor: You shitting me?
Translator: No.
Trevor: 'Cause those fucking O'Neil brothers, I hear a little birdie tellin' me that they have a bit of a problem,
"I'm assuming it's you pointing a gun at their faces," Weiss said.
Trevor: since one of them is going to be surgically removed from the skull of the other. Fuck you guys and fuck them.
Trevor leaves the two on the porch of the bar.
Trevor: Arghhhh!
"Okay, now I'm really scare of him," Ruby whimpered.
"Great, we're going to fuck with a third gang, might as well fuck with the army while at it," Weiss said.
Trevor: A small patch to call my own on this God forsaken Earth? Arghhhh! Is it too much to ask? A little success? A little happiness?
"Now Trevor is going full psycho," Blake said. Yang got in Trevor's truck that spawned in front of the bar and drove to the next objective.
"I hope I get to fuck more shit up!" Yang exclaimed.
"When are we going back to the city, I'm wondering what's up with Michael and Franklin," Ruby wondered.
"Still staying low after the heist I guess," Weiss said. Yang continued to drive to the objective until she got a phone call from a guy name O'Neil.
"Must be one of the brothers," Blake said.
O'Neil: Trevor Phillips.
Trevor: Elwood O'Neil, fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
"And fuck you to you Trevor," Weiss mocked
O'Neil: Trevor... it's business.
Trevor: That wide eyed idiot was mine!
O'Neil: It's busines, fella. You wanna discuss it, we're at the farm.
"Oh great, you just gave away your location to a psychopath who wants to kill you ruining his psychotic business," Weiss said.
"Might as well pull out the red carpet," Blake said.
"Or a white one and wait till Trevor kills them all on it, so basically it'll be painted red out of blood," Yang said.
"Wouldn't he go to the farm either way?" Ruby wondered.
O'Neil: Ernie, Earl, Walton, Wynn, Dale, Doyle, Daryl, Dan- all of us.
"Do you want him to kill your mom and dad as well, aunts and uncles while at it," Blake said.
Trevor: Start writing those names on tombstones, 'cause I'm on my way to your lab, and we're going to see how much of a family meth business you got when I'm done! Arghh! (Hangs up). All! Of! You! Are! Going! To! Die!
"I said this once, and I'll say it again, Trevor is a beast, a monster, a psychopath!" Weiss exclaimed.
"Never trust a guy who has nothing to lose," Blake said. Yang got the objective point and the game tells her to get to the vantage point. She ran up and hill and saw the farm. The game shows the farm, and the people around it. Some are watching over the place, pushing barrels, and shooting cans.
"Damn, this must be one big family business," Ruby said. The game shows the O'Neil brothers messing around until two more walked by.
O'Neil: I just spoke to that maniac Trevor.
"He's much worse then a maniac," Blake said.
O'Neil: He's coming. Get down to the meth lab to protect it.
"It's going to take more than just a couple of meth heads to take a demon such as Trevor," Weiss said. A few of the brothers ran off.
O'Neil: I hope he don't get through these idiots, but... we know they're idiots. Come on, let's go see those Chinese fellas.
"Well, we pissed of a biker gang, and destroyed a Mexican gang, what chance do they have of surviving?" Ruby asked.
"None," Yang answered. Some of the O'Neil brothers got in a car and drove off. Yang takes out a sniper rifle and observes the area.
Trevor: Ooohhhh, how many brothers do you got you inbred freaks. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll kill a lot of ya and I'll torch your cookhouse. (AN: I don't know what he exactly said, there was no caption)
"Trevor scares me," Ruby whimpered.
"Don't worry, he's fictional, hopefully," Weiss said. Yang took out the two guards that were shooting around with cans. She then took out two standing by the side of the house and then quickly aimed at the two pushing barrels.
"Man, they're that oblivious, aren't they?" Weiss asked.
"There's even guards with binoculars on the second floor, observing everything. What the fuck?" Blake asked herself.
"Thanks for reminding me," Yang said. She took out all the guards on the second floor balcony. She then took out an assault rifle and ran towards the farm guns blazing.
Trevor: Here I come you pricks.
Yang killed everyone outside the house. She made her way inside. She killed the guard hanging around the entrance of the house. Yang took cover on a corridor and took out a shotgun. She sprayed her bullets on all the guards. She moved forward and took cover again. She reloaded and continued to fight against the guards.
"How many guards does it take to kill this guy?" Ruby asked.
"The world may never know," Blake said.
O'Neil brother: Keep him upstairs!
"Oh, hiding in the basement I see," Yang smirked and killed the guy guarding the entrance to the basement.
"They sure don't put up a good fight," Blake said.
"Nope, and they're all dead for facing such a monstrosity," Weiss said, "Waste,of human life if you ask me."
Yang aimed her shotgun while going downstairs, ready to fire it. When she got to the basement, there's only one survivor left, and he's unarmed.
O'Neil brother: Don't come any closer, alright?
Yang killed the last person standing. "Well, we won. What's next?" Yang asked. The game tells her to pick up a jerry can. She picked one up from a corner and the game tells her to pour a trail leading outside.
"Wow, we're burning this shit to the ground!" Ruby exclaimed.
"Oh. Hell yeah!" Yang exclaimed. She equipped the jerry can poured the trail that leads outside.
"Well, we're pissing off a lot of people right now," Weiss said.
"Biker gang, Aztecas, now the O'Neils and some Chinese gang," Blake said.
"I wonder if the game will end with us killing off everyone that we pissed off," Ruby wondered.
"Cutting loose ends?" Blake asked.
"Yep."
"I could see it happen," Weiss said. Yang finished pouring out a trail of gasoline. All that's left to do is to ignite it. She pulls out a pistol,and shot the gasoline. It started a fire that followed the trail inside the house. The trial leads to the meth lab and causes a large explosion.
"Fuck yeah!" Yang exclaimed. Trevor is seen walking away with his back turned on the explosion.
"Guys don't look at explosions, they just look and walk away," Ruby said.
"Just like the movies," Weiss added. The game tells Yang to drive away and she got in the truck and drove away from the scene.
Mission Passed!
Silver!
"Can anything ever stop this beast?" Ruby asked.
"No one," Blake said.
"Was it necessary to blow up the house they live in?" Weiss asked.
"Well, Trevor would say it's just business," Yang said.
Author's Note:
So I completely forgot to write the chapter on Saturday. If it wasn't for the recent Game Theory on GTA V, I would've forgotten to write one this week. Anyways, thanks for FredFuchs89 for writing this chapter.