In a dreamy state, Pinkie finds Yuma. Who starts telling more infomation about Pinkie's mom. And expresses bottled up hate of the said woman.
This angers Pinkie, telling Yuma to watch her mouth.
Willis arrives back at Los Santos. Well, just outside it.
Johnny runs to hug her, but stops.
"... James?"
"Yeah.. I faked my death.. Long story" Jim Fizgerald.
Willis waved bye.
"Wait.. Where's Pinkie!?" Carly cried.
"Yeah, about that.. I think she might be dead.. I saw her fall out during some turbalance.. Terrible luck" Willis said nervously.
"Is that so?" Carly said, not buying it.
"Yes.. She'll be moaned, now I need to get back to Jersey" Willis said, and started walking back to his plane, but half way, suddenly a bullet strikes him in the knee and he falls over in agony.
"BULLSHIT WILLIS!" Carly screamed, holding Johnny's double barrel, that she stole off his bike.
Although confused, Jim and Johnny (now as background figures) pull out their weapons and point them at Willis, I guess out of instinct. Johnny has a Pistol, Jim the AK47 from earlier.
"That fucking hurt Townley!" Willis cried angrily.
"Where is she Willis!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WILLIS!?" Carly demanded.
"I have no idea what your tal-"
Carly shoots him in the chest before he finishes, and than reloads, having used both barrels.
"Okay, okay.. She learned the truth.. You were killing CIA agents, to cover my tracks.. She was a lose end.. I gave her to Yuma as you were asleep"
"Where Willis!?" Carly cried, pointing the gun.
"The mountains back at Kyrat" Willis groaned in agony.
"... Do we kill him?" Johnny asked.
"No, get him to a hospital.. He told us what we needed" Carly said.
"Fair point.. Don't want to act like Billy" Jim said, lowering his AK47.
"But Willis, you and I aren't friends no more" Carly warned.
"Yeah, no shit" Willis groaned sarcastically.
"Best stay away from me.. I don't want to kill you.. But I would" Carly warned.