April 24, 2013, 7:00PM West Eclipse Blvd, Eclipse Towers Apt 40, Rockford Hills

It was a few hours after the weed setup up in Chiliad Mountain State, and the team was setting up for the last of the setups until the big score on the next day. Trevor has sent them intel on the setup happening up in Grapeseed, told to raid the O'Neil Brothers on their tanker full of pure liquid meth. It was almost getting dark as the team goes for black hoodie clothing wearing skull pattern masks. They head out as the sun sets, taking the bikes they took from the warehouse and ride up to Blaine County.

Trevor checks on them as they head up: You pricks going for the O'Neil's? It's about time. And don't give me any of that "Ron just told us to go for the O'Neils" crap. They been out in Grapeseed all along. (Ends)

Jake: So, we're heading up to Grapeseed to one of those barns in the fields?

Leopold: That's what the plans told us on the board. There's gonna be rednecks up the ass once we reach for their meth lab.

Jake: What makes you think there will be a lot of them?

Leopold: They're rednecks, what do you think? Especially for a group called the O'Neil brothers, lots of family bullsh*t. We will be in the dark, that's why we're bringing silenced weapons and hiding under tall grass. They will have no idea where the shots are coming from. In case need to get close, we have our shotguns.

Trevor comes on: I'm alittle pent up over here I got several million dollars worth of diverse product sitting in a warehouse. I just got every player in the state looking for it, and looking for the people who stole it.

Leopold: As long as you don't give away on where you're hiding the stuff, than they won't find out.

Trevor: Meantime, my buyer keeps putting back the exchange. Keeps asking questions like where it all came from. If only they knew. How do you keep your head above water? You keep kicking, right? The cash from this sale's gonna go, but if we can set up a lab, cook our own crank, Trevor Philips Industries is in business for life.

Leopold: Well good luck with that, I guess. We're doing you a favor after all, even though we just care for the money.

Trevor: Bearing in mind that a meth cook's life expectancy is notoriously short, the ice'll be a regular income stream. We'll sink the money from the product into expansion into other territories and R&D, we'll get some publicity, build the brand, It'll talk at some conferences, we'll float, and then we'll try and appease the whims of our shareholders until the end of time. How's that sound?

Ronald: That's one hell of a business, amigo. That's gonna make you an entrepreneur in the illegal drug trade.

Trevor: Yeah, let's go. (Ends)

Leopold: Someday we'll all establish businesses of our own. Make money rather than steal… although we need to steal to build it up. Any plans with you guys?

Jake: I'm gonna make a car trade business to ex and import vehicles around the US, anyone that wants a fast ride, they're gonna have to buy from me. Crews I'll hire will travel around the country to deliver these rides.

Leopold: Ronald?

Ronald: Eh, I don't know, perhaps gun or weed trafficking. For guns I'm gonna need to steal a shipment to do that, and that's f*cking tough. Weed however, I just need to grow a plant.

Leopold: What about you, Stephen?

Stephen: Do I really have to say what business I want to make?

Jake: Come on, dude, it could be anything.

Stephen: Well maybe I don't have one, who cares.

Jake: Aren't you good at customizing cars also? If you don't have a business, maybe you could work for me.

Stephen: Uh, yeah, that ain't gonna happen, like I'm gonna work with any one of you. Losers.

Leopold talking to Jake's mic: Look who's talking.

Eventually they reach Grapeseed, going on the dirt paths to the fields until reaching a specific house and barn, parking out of site. The sun was already set with only little light in the sky. The team uses the tall grass to hide and crawl up the O'Neils' meth lab. They scope out the area, finding a tanker near a barn.

Leopold contacts Trevor: Trevor, we found the tanker. Now how the hell are we gonna get it out of there?

Trevor: There should be a few semis at the farm. Some are faster than others. Choose one, hook it up to the tanker, and hual outta there. Oh yah, I should say, the O'Neils don't take kindly to visitors.

Leopold: Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem.

Trevor: You there yet?

Leopold: We just got here.

Trevor: Boy, are you slow. If you want something done right, do it yourself, ain't that what they say?

Leopold: Yeah, like something that we'll be doing right now instead of us. We're doing this so we get paid.

Trevor: Note to self, do more myself.

Leopold: That's exactly what I would do. Now, what do we got here, and where do we go after?

Trevor: Okay, so the O'Neils have this tanker of meth juice at their farm. Chef tells me he can start a cooking operation out the gas station, so you're gonna get it and bring it to Chef. (Ends)

A lot of enemies surround the place as Leopold gives the signal to open fire. The team uses silenced carbines with extended magazines surrounding the lab as Leopold finally gives signal and fires at one of the rednecks, followed by the rest. One of the enemies sees their fallen buddies as they warn out the lab and start firing at wherever direction the bullets were coming from. There was confusion all around as every standing redneck was getting shot and killed. The team still stays under cover until deciding to move up, exposing themselves.

Leopold: Jake, Ron, clear out the outside. Stephen, you're coming with me inside the lab.

Stephen: Alright, finally some close action.

Leopold as they approach house: I just hope you brought yourself a shotgun, it's gonna get messy.

Jake and Ronald continue to clear out the outside, while the two raid the house. Leopold pumps some rounds through the windows, shooting out anyone near them.

Leopold: Okay, bust that door open.

Stephen shoots the knob and kicks open the front door as they storm inside, taking out enemies inside. They stay behind cover or rush in certain rooms, including upstairs and the basement where the lab is, clearing out the house. Outside, Jake and Ronald continue to clear out enemies in the field, shacks and barns until reaching the tanker. Jake has Ronald get a semi around back. Eventually, Leopold and Stephen come out of the back door of the house, clearing their end and meeting next to the barn.

Leopold: So far so good, but I have a feeling there will be more coming.

Ronald on mics: Eh, we got some more vehicles back here, come take a look.

In the back, they spot some other semis, including some buggies for the team to take. Leopold takes a ride with Ronald, while Jake and Stephen take one of the buggies. They come around and attach the tanker to the semi, notifying Trevor.

Ronald: Eh, tanker's in place, amigo, now we just need a location.

Trevor: You got it? Bring it in quick or don't bring it at all. Chef is waiting near back of the gas station outside town.

Ronald: That's not so hard.

Trevor: Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, meth juice is really flammable. Try not to let 'em shoot the tanker too much. But, hey, it's your flaming carcass, not mine. (Ends, Ronald gulps)

Leopold on passenger seat: Just keep driving, me and the others will handle those angry hicks. (Yelling out of window) Jake! You lead Ronald back to the station!

Jake: Not a problem, bruh! (Drives up front)

Ronald follows Jake out on the dirt road and back on pavement driving back to Sunny Shores. As they drive out, Trevor comes on.

Trevor: You' ain't done yet, my friends. They'll keep sending people until loss of life outweighs reward. (Ends)

Coming out of Grapeseed they spot trucks coming at them. Leopold and Stephen on their ends shoot at the pursuing enemies. They both avoid getting shot, as some bullets hit the tanker, leaking out some liquid meth.

Ronald: G*ddanm they're hitting the truck.

Leopold: Don't stop, just keep going before they ignite that sh*t.

Ronald: Man, why does it have to be flammable cargo we're carrying?

Leopold: You think this is bad, we've worked with Trevor before by stealing a gasoline truck while being f*cking shot at by the Lost. Those guys are more gun crazy than these redneck f*cks (Continues firing)

They race for the station as fast as they can, taking out any enemies coming right for them. Stephen keeps an eye on anyone coming towards them and aims for the windshields or gas tanks on the sides of the trucks the enemies were driving, sometimes blowing them up and out of the way from the road. Leopold keeps an eye on the back and shoots at any that pass by them, shooting their tires to keep them from reaching up to the tanker. Eventually, they reach Sunny Shores through the town in the nick of time until reaching the gas station west of them.

Trevor comes on: You know what, I think that may be the last of them. Chef is waiting at the drop off. (Ends)

Enemies were long gone as Jake has Ronald take lead and parking the truck outside. Coming up and coming out the semi, they meet Chef.

Chef: Bravo, you didn't blow yourselves up, now how about that?

Ronald: Just barely. That was f*ckin loco coming out of there. That's one big load of meth juice.

Chef crosses and goes for hose on other tanker: Much as I want the O'Neil's tanker sitting right here, I'm to empty it quick and get out of here and sell it for scrap. (Plugs in hose to tanker)

Jake arriving at tanker: So we're good, dude?

Chef: We're good. Trevor's having you four take the other stuff out east from here, tomorrow. Now, get lost. I'll dump the rig. (As team runs out) Bye! Go, go go.

The team runs back to the buggy, leaving Chef to empty out the tanker and head back to the city. While driving back…

Stephen: So that's everything my meth weirdo boss needs us to get?

Leopold: That's everything, and one hell of a drug scavenger hunt. Let's just get back and wait for Trevor to give us the green light to take the stuff over.

Stephen: Good, after this I can finally leave this guy and live out in Los Santos. Screw this place.

Jake: Yeah well at least you'll leave with one last big paycheck from your boss, dude. Get yourself a home in the city, and just lay back. Enjoy the spoils after the heist.

Leopold: I just hope we don't ever see Trevor again after this.

Stephen: Agreed.

Jake: Oh yeah.

Ronald: Ciertamente.

Leopold: Get enough rest, you guys. We don't want to f*ck this up for him.

(To Be Continued)