Chapter 25: Torture Scars

Yang was just casually driving through Los Santos, trying to pick what to do next.

"God, so much to do," Yang commented on the three missions.

"Three missions Yang, that's not a lot," Weiss said.

"I enjoyed the last mission, but there's like a 1/3 chance it might be another mission where I just drive through," Yang complained.

"Don't worry, since these foreign games play like movies, I expect some mission that would be nothing but brutal carnage," Blake tried to comfort Yang. Yang got a call from Steve Haines that asshole from the last mission. Ruby whimpered and hid under the covers because Steve scares her unlike Trevor. Yang picks up the phone.

Michael: De Santa.

Steve: That's not the name in your file, Michael.

"Then I guess people in the Bureau are too lazy to update them," Ruby said.

Steve: Steve Haines here.

Michael: Yeah. Agent Douchebag.

"Come on Michael, you could think better than that," Blake said.

"That name fits him!" Ruby exclaimed.

Michael: Hey, that poor son of the bitch we grabbed for you still breathing?

Steve: See for yourself right now. Trevor Philips is on the way to help with the debrief. Warehouse off Dutch London in Banning.

"Oh, God..." Blake can already predict what's going to happen. Her past, with the White Fang, is coming back to her memory. The team has no idea what to expect, so they asked Blake about it.

"You seem to know what's going to happen, tell us," Weiss said. Blake just spaced out, ignoring her comrades.

"Just leave her be, I wanna be surprised," Yang said.

Michael: Great. Sounds just like my kind of party.

By The Book

Michael hangs up and Yang is told to drive to a warehouse Banning. The game shows the character selection flashing white over Trevor.

"Well, they did say Trevor would be involved," Weiss said. Yang giggled in excitement, she's going to play as her favorite character. She quickly switches to a Trevor and the game zooms towards his location. The game shows Trevor squatting behind the dumpster.

"Is he...?" Ruby is lost at words.

"Oh, god!" Weiss exclaimed. You can even hear the sounds of Trevor taking a dump. "There's even sound!"

Trevor: Sweet Jesus.

"Hahahahahaha!" Yang laughed off. Michael walks in.

Michael: The hell you doing?

Trevor: Oh, nothing.

"I wish it was!" Weiss exclaimed.

Michael: Are you taking a dump?

Trevor: Why do you care, huh?

"Maybe because Agent Douchebag called us in," Ruby said.

Michael: The fuck is wrong with you?

...

There was silence in the room. The team was waiting for Blake to say something because the team always take a turn when saying something.

"Blake?" Yang called her. No response.

"What's up with her?" Ruby asked.

"Everything," Blake finally answered.

"Sorta lagged behind," Weiss said.

Trevor: (Pulls up pants, "Not even going to wipe," Weiss said disgusted) I got abandonment issues. I see a shrink once a week.

Michael: Ah, you know, fuck you.

Trevor: Yeah, well, you know. There's nothing like uh, meeting a bunch of creeps from the government in a quiet building for someone to grow balls.

Trevor and Michael walked into the warehouse and saw a chair, a monitor, and a red table with many drawers. Blake instantly started to get some flashes from the past. White Fang would often target people against Faunus rights and would torture them endlessly, day in and day out. Blake just acted as a simple guard back in her early days of being in the White Fang. Blake decided to ignore them. There were only three people waiting for them, Dave, Steve, and some guy in a sweater.

FIB Agent: Did you see his face that last time I popped him? Boom!

"Oh God..." Weiss just figured out what's going. "This is an interrogation."

"What? What makes you say that?" Yang asked.

"In a very secluded building, cheap, a single chair, and a single light bright in up a room. Yeah, all the signs are here."

"Really? How do you know?" Ruby asked.

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"I don't want to talk about it..." Weiss whimpered.

Steve: Oh, ladies!

Trevor: God, you're an asshole.

"You two would make perfect friends," Yang said.

Trevor: You, you back there. (Points at Dave) I know you, but you? (Points at the random FIB agent) You I don't know.

FIB Agent: Yeah, well until I see reason otherwise, why don't we just keep that way.

"Super secret government is super secretive," Yang joked.

FIB Agent: Steve, what a pleasure, bro. Oh!

...

The team waited for Blake to say something weird about sex, just like Lamar talking about letting something flow through someone's ass, or the IAA women sticking something up the ass. The team waited for a few more seconds.

"Blake! Something sexual!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Ah, wouldn't mind seeing that random man and Steve fucking in the ass!" Blake yelled. The two men chuckled and the other headed out the building.

Trevor: He reminds me of one of those guys you see advertising for middle aged men who can't get erections.

"I could see that actually," Weiss said.

Steve: Hey, Devin Weston… is a very good friend of mine so why don't you watch your tongue.

"And you better watch your back because Trevor might betray you for working in the government," Ruby warned.

Steve: Cause let me tell you something… that guy gets more tail than a… tail catcher.

"I don't get it," Ruby said confusingly.

"Same here," Yang agreed.

Trevor: I'll have to remember that fucking line. You… (Trevor points at Dave) where did we meet?

Dave: Nowhere, pal.

Trevor: Yeah, we did.

Michael:b Hey, ho/, what are we doing here?

Steve: This.

Steve pulls out Mr. K from the shadows shirtless.

….

….

""Um, Blake? Time for your weird sexual line," Yang said.

"Rape Mr. K, what's that going to do to help us?" Weiss asked.

"You should've let Blake said "Wouldn't mind seeing a gangbang." But she's still pretty quiet," Yang sighed.

"It's much worse than a gangbang," Blake warned.

"Like what?" Ruby said.

"Inhumane thing."

Ruby sorta has an idea going around her head. It's going to be a simple interrogation, just like the one she had with Ozpin in her early days.

"You seem awfully quiet Blake," Yang addresses.

"Sorry, I'm getting some weird flashbacks from the past when I used to work for the White Fang," Blake said.

"Don't let that bother you too much. We still need the weird sexual things you say, just as much as Yang's terrible jokes and Weiss's terrible judgement," Ruby said.

"Hey!" Yang and Weiss yelled over Ruby.

Mr. K: Please… keep the sick bastard away from me.

Steve: No, no. Ferdinand, he's gone, he's gone. It's okay, I got some new friends here now.

Dave: This is Michael, and this...this is Trevor.

"Your new worst nightmare," Weiss added.

Mr. K: No.

Dave: Now our friend here, he doesn't know anything.

Mr. K: I don't… I don't know anything.

"That's what they all say," Blake muttered. Mr. K kept on saying that he doesn't know anything in a begging tone.

"He might be right," Weiss said. Blake turned her head to Weiss

"You got to pop open the shell to get the pearl, and that's what we're going to do," Blake said, remembering the time White Fang members explaining her why they torture.

Mr. K: Please, please sir.

Steve: You know about the Azerbaijanis.

Mr K.: Huh?

Steve: Azerbaijanis!

Mr. K: I do audio visuals, hi-fi audio visuals.

"I wonder why they chose Mr. K," Weiss wondered.

Mr. K: He's top man, good price, VIP, you know?

Steve pulls out a jerry can and Blake instantly remembered the White Fang carrying a bunch of them while torturing people. Weiss remembered stories from her family that went through torture saying that they carried jerry cans full of liquid and poured it in their face, almost drowning them.

Steve: You're a fucking spy.

Mr. K: No, no, no, no, I'm not spies.

Steve: and the asswipes in the Agency know this .

Steve pulls out pliers.

"Oh, yesh. We're going to fuck him up!" Yang exclaimed.

Steve: So I need to know… what did you tell them and what did they tell you.

"I'm calling it now, he's going to give false info," Ruby said.

"If he did that, the penalty is death," Blake said," Which is much worse."

Mr. K: I, I told them, I told them, what I tell you.

Steve: Uh-huh.

Mr. K: What? I… I…

Steve hooks up a lifeline on Mr. K.

"I hope I get to do the interrogations!" Yang eagerly yelled.

"Of course you, why would they show off this scene and include Trevor in it if they're not going to do any interrogation," Blake said.

Mr. K: The house on Rockford Hills. The man who owns it, he works at the consulate. That's all I know.

"Nope. he's bullshiting us. Shall we grab the pliers and pull out his teeth?" Blake asked.

"Oh so that's what they're for. I thought it was to twist a nipple or pull his nose," Ruby said with her childish mind.

Steve: That's it?

Mr. K: That's it! That's it.

Steve: We're going to make him speak.

"Oh hell yes!" Yang exclaimed.

"This is just plain wrong," Ruby commented.

Steve: You two are going to drive up to Rockford Hills, and when we find oui which man is the problem, you put him down, 'cause I'm tired of these fuckwits at the agency, taking all the glory.

"Man these agencies are so fucking immature. You're trying to save the country and you're pretending this is a big massive competition," Weiss said.

"Why do they need two agencies again? I mean one is already enough," Blake added.

Michael: Alright, the fuck is all this, huh?

Trevor: I think it's a good time, buddy. You know, go for a drive.

Steve: You get to work, and uh… I'm not here.

Michael and Dave left the building and Yang started to drive to the next location.

Dave: The guy's your neighbor, Caesar's Palace, Rockford Hills.

Michael: Yeah, the more I see your boss, the more I like him.

"Really? Because my massive fear of him keeps on growing and growing," Ruby shrugged.

Dave: I was you I wouldn't be critical of who others associate with.

Michael: So, is he going to be a problem?

Dave: For sure, but there's nothing we can do about it.

"I say we just put a bullet in the guy's head, wouldn't be too complicated," Yang suggested.

Dave: If something happened to him right now, I'd be put under a microscope, an electron microscope of bureautic shit., and that would be very difficult to keep old secrets.

"Then have someone else kill him, like a contact assassin," Weiss said.

"But then where's the fun in having someone you hate die without you being the one to put him down?" Yang wondered.

Michael: Oh, well, boohoo for you.

"Remember, if something happened Dave, it would affect you as well," Blake reminded Michael, even though they can't communicate in the slightest way.

Michael: You know who else is having trouble keeping secrets, asshole?

"You," everyone in the room guessed.

Michael: Me. After you brought Trevor in on this.

"It's your fault, you're the one who caught his attention," Weiss blamed.

Dave: I only brought him in after you'd put out your press release. "Townley's taking scores again."

"Correction: it's De Santa," Ruby corrected.

Dave: The Los Santos reboot.

"It's not considered a reboot if the title has "again," implying that there's a previous one where he already did scores," Weiss observed.

Dave: If we didn't control the situation , and he'd unearthed this connection, then what?

"Trevor then goes to your home you, your wife, your son, your daughter and even the family pet," Blake predicted.

Michael: Then Trevor flips out, beheads me, kills my family… or raise 'em as his own.

"I have a feeling Amanda would fuck Trevor the second she walks in the house seeing Trevor holding the head of Michael," Weiss thought of.

"I have a feeling Tracey would join in as well," Yang added.

"With Jimmy jerking off in the side," Blake finished off.

"Can't unthink! Can't unthink!" Ruby whined.

Michael: I don't know which is worse. Anyway, any of that could happen at any time.

Dave: Slow down. Let's think this through What does he know?

"That Michael is alive and that he's associated with the FIB," Weiss listed down.

Michael" He knows that I'm alive. He knows I got money. And, now he knows I'm working for the FIB.

Dave: Does he know how long you've been working for the FIB.

"I'm guessing that he's thinking 9 years right after the "death" of Michael Townley," Blake said.

Michael: How long? The fuck does that matter?

"If Trevor finds out his best friend has been working for the FIB since they've met, he's going go on a bloody rampage," Yang said.

Dave: Either you were working for us before the cash depot jon - you walked your crew into an ambush, one of them spent five years on the run and the other landed in a Federal Penitentiary…

Michael: Or?

Dave: Or we stumbled on the cash depot job, Brad went down, you went down, Trevor ran away. The FIB cut you a deal on your sick bed, faked your death, and you end up here.

Michael: Who's to say which is true?

Dave: That there's any doubt probably accounts for you being alive.

Michael: Back there, Trevor made you right away. The second he saw you.

Dave: You remember, after the bust, I was in all the papers, I was in on the evening news. "The man who killed Michael Townley."

"You must have been very popular," Ruby said.

"And look at you, working for a pretty shitty boss with the guy you killed a long time ago. People fall from grace a lot," Blake said.

Michael: Yeah, I was quite the trophy, a good head to hang on your wall.

"I could imagine Dave sitting on a very luxurious red chair near a fireplace with a sniper rifle on his side sipping tea with Michael's head on a plak," Yang imagined.

Dave: Back then, sure. Not now.

Yang arrived at the house, Michael drove up to the gates and saw people filming something.

Michael: This is bullshit.

"There's only one way to find out if these guys is to kill them one by one," Yang said, readying the button to take out a pistol.

Michael: This place? Davey, they have been shooting the Real Cunts of Suburbia here the last few week,s

"Then why didn't you say something? You practically live in this area," Weiss scolded.

Michael: No way that's your guy.

"Well, like I said. Only one way to find out," Yang said, thinking to use a shotgun to kill everyone on sight.

Dave: Shit. You are kidding me. I'll call Steve (Pulls out a cell phone and calls Steve) Wrong house. This guy isn't our guy.

Steve: Okay, okay, okay, Uh, you sure you don't want to silence just be sure.

"That's exactly what I was thinking, except tens time more louder," Yang said, thinking to use the assault rifle.

Dave: If we're silencing someone, we're silencing the right someone. Get me another address. (Hangs up) Hey, you want a coffee.

The game switches to Trevor, who's in the abandon building with Steve and Mr. K The game's text says to torture Mr. K.

"Oh god…" Weiss shrugged.

"I can't even stare at the screen," Ruby said, covering here face with the pillows.

Steve Turns out that was the wrong Azerbaijani. We need a new address from Mr. K. Choose your instrument, and go to work on him.

Trevor: Where do we start, eh, buddy.

Mr. K: Wait. What are you talking about, the wrong guy. No. Who do you want? Just tell me what you want. Huh, man? Huh? Please. Look at me. Please

"He seems pretty open for giving information, I guess this is not necessary," Ruby said. Yang picked the wrench right after Ruby said it's not necessary Yang swung the wrench at Mr. K's arm and he screams in pain. Ruby face planted herself onto a pillow and muffled her ears with it.

"Okay, that's just fucked up," Weiss said.

Steve: Mr. Phillips. Ask him about Tahir Javan.

Mr. K: Why didn't you ask me? I know Tahir. I did his home theater… He lives in Chumash. The right, on The Western Highway.

Steve: Well that wasn't so tough, was it? Huh?

"You could've just asked him for fuck's sake!" Ruby exclaimed.

Steve: Did you get that? Did you here him? He lives in Chumash. The Western Highway.

The game switches back to Michael and Dave, who actually got coffee.

Dave: Chumash. you're driving.

"Of course I am," Yang said.

Dave: Remember, terror does not take coffee breaks.

Michael: So how are Steve and Trevor getting along?

Dave: Seems like a productive relationship.

"More productive than your relationship[ with your family," Blake added.

Michael: Well, like I said, he's got his use.

Dave: And as you can see, we're taking full advantage of them.

Michael: Then what? This thing with the Agency gets put to rest, and we don't need you anymore.

"Does that mean you're going to dispose of us? Kill us and our families, burning every single trace of our existence?" Weiss wondered.

Michael: Right, and what about Trevor?

Dave: What about him?

Michael: I need some resolution, Davey. You let him said you'd clean the whole thing up back in North Yankton.

"You did only sent out two guys armed with pistols to hunt down the psychopath known as Trevor Philips," Blake said.

Dave: And you told me it'd be a clean job - no casualties. There were more eyes on that town than there needed to be.

Michael: Yeah, well according to my eyes. Trevor is your problem, Dave, as much as he is mine.

"I think he's everyone's problem. As long as he walks the Earth, no one is safe," Ruby said.

Dave: He's not a problem at all. We're monitoring him. Has he said anything about Brad?

Michael: Fuck yeah, he has. Plenty. I keep changing the subject. You know, he thinks you might actually commute Brad's sentence when this is all over.

"Oh man, the rage that's going to go out of him when he finds out he's been dead for all these," Weiss said.

"I hope I can play as him when goes full on rage," Yang hoped.

Dave: That's good. Fine work. We'll send another letter. It's about time, anyway.

Michael: Ah, so that's you who's been sending those fucking letters to Trevor, huh?

Dave: YEah. He thinks they're from Bad - who he thinks is locked up in high security, and not, well not six feet under in a grave marked Michael Townley.

"Wow, I have a feeling Trevor is going to find out who's been buried under Michael's grave all these years by actually going over there and finding out himself," Weiss predicted. Yang arrived at Chumash and exited the and Dave made their way uphill to get a good look on the area.

Dave: This'll do.

Michael: Alright. Find out who we're looking for.

Michael puts a suitcase on the floor and opens it up. He takes out a sniper rifle.

Dave: Yeah, we need a description of that target.

The game switches back to Steve and Trevor.

Steve: Yeah… Err. I'll take care of it. (Hangs up on the phone) Loosen him up.

Mr. K: Oh, no, no, please. I'll tell you what you want to know.

"This torture scene is so unnecessary!" Weiss exclaimed.

"To me it is," Yang said with a devilish smile.

Steve: Loosen him up!

Yang wondered what tool to use next for the torture. She highlighted over the pliers and chose it as her next torture device.

"I hope you have dental insurance!" Yang exclaimed as she gripped Mr. K's tooth with the pliers. She constantly rotated the joystick as Trevor constantly tried to pull out the tooth.

"This is fucking madness!" Weiss said. She started to imagine her tortured relatives getting their teeth pulled out forcefully. Trevor forcefully pulls out Mr. K's tooth and Blake seems unphased by it.

"How are you so calm?!" Ruby wondered.

"I've seen people do this a lot when I was younger. Surprisingly, this doesn't shock me anymore," Blake said. Trevor pulled out Mr. K's tooth and he screams.

"No more steak for you!" Yang laughed maniacally.

"I think I'm going to throw up," Ruby moaned.

"This is sickening, who in the world enjoys these kinds of games?" Weiss asked.

"I'm assuming the people of Earth," Blake said.

"Who are the people who made this game!" Ruby cried out.

Trevor: You ain't going to be chewing steak anytime soon.

Mr. K: I 'ust 'ant ohh 'et out ob 'ere!

"You poor soul…" Weiss mourned

Steve: Hey… Hey… Hey… Hey… Now… huh? Now you ready to talk?

Mr. K: I've been ready to talk since the day I got kidnapped six weeks ago.

Steve: That's what we were afraid of.

Mr. K: Now I'm even more willing to talk.

Steve: Yeah, this guy we're after, what does he look like?

Mr. K: Average build. Average height. Middle-aged.

Steve: Yeah, yeah sounds like you're stalling. This better be enough. (Gets on the phone) Middle-aged, middle height, middle build, whatever. Her's dark, okay? He's Azerbaijani for God's sake. Look around, that enough for you?

The game switches back to Michael, who's looking over a house through a scope of the telescope.

Michael: We're live.

Yang scoped out the area, seeing a lot of average looking people attending a party.

"They're going to be more descriptive about this," Yang said.

"He should be dark skinned, look harder," Blake said.

Dave: You see anyone down there who might be an Azerbaijani?

Michael: Fuck do I know? You might be an Azerbajina for all I know. What's one look like?

Dave: They look Eastern.

Michael: Half this town looks Eastern, Davey. You got the fall of the Shah and the collapse of communism to thank for that.

Dave: Anyone stand out?

Michael: No, they all kind of blend in. Make a call, Dave.

"Welp, I'm hiding in the corner. Let me know if when it's over," Ruby said, moving out of here bed towards the corner of the room facing a wall.

Dave: We're going to need some more info on this guy. They're having a party down there.

"Look like we're going to crack open the shell," Yang said.

Steve: That ain't gonna cut it my friend.

Mr. K: Shit. Shit. I, I, let me think… I…

Steve: Bzzzt!

"Just let him speak!" Weiss exclaimed.

Steve: Sorry, too late! Trevor, show our contestant what he's wpm today!

Trevor: Okay.

Mr. K: wait, wait, I remember!

Yang instantly picked the car battery.

Trevor: Sparky, sparky.

Mr. K: Not the cli[s! Not the clips! No! No!

Yang sparked the clips, scarring Mr. K. She then gripped Mr. K's nipples with the clips and he shook as the electricity flows towards him. When Yang removed the grip of the clips, she heard sizzling noises.

"That's just rude!" Ruby exclaimed.

"I like my males medium-rare!" Yang yelled as gripped on Mr. K's nipples, shocking him.

"I think he has enough already, Yang!" Weiss pleaded Yang to stop this nonsense. Yang didn't hear her.

"He's already willing to talk. Jesus, Americans are so violent," Blake said. Trevor stopped for Yang.

"Fuck you Trevor, I wasn't satisfied!" Yang pointed the middle finger at the screen.

Steve: So, what have you got for us? Hmm? We need Trev to shake up your memory again?

Mr. K: No, no, no, no, no. no, no, he's got a beard! He's got bushy beard!

Steve: Uh-huh? I think you're making this up.

Mr. K: No, no. I'm not.

Steve: Huh? Yeah?

Mr. K: I'm telling the truth.

Steve: Got any beardy types at this party? Huh? Because that's all Mr. K's given us. You know, we ought to just take two bullets and put them in our informant… and just call an airstrike on Chumash Beach..

"I call pilot!" Yang exclaimed. The game switches back to Michael and Dave.

Dave:We're back in. Gimme some eyes.

Michael: Who am I looking for?

Dave: Steve's saying "beard." What you got?

Michael: Anything specific, or is some stubble gonna cut it?

Dave: Let's start at mountain man, and we'll work our way down till someone fits the profile.

Michael: There's a few beards at this party. Vinewood's full of weak chins. Place is famous for it.

"But this is Chumash, not Vinewood," Ruby corrected.

"Same state," Weiss said.

Dave: Damn! Beards are in fashion in Chumash. Land of beach hipsters. We need more.

Yang switches back to Trevor the second it became available.

Steve: It's going to be a long day until you give us some intel on our target.

Mr. K: He's, a, he's got beard. He smokes… he smokes like a fucking chimney!

Steve: I don't know. Trev, maybe one more time? Just to be sure.

"I don't see why not," Yang said. Yang picked the jerry can.

Trevor: They'll be doing this shit at elementary schools in no time. It's legal, bro. Legal.

"If it's legal, then how come you don't do this in public!" Ruby yelled.

"If they did this in elementary, they'll most likely get expelled," Blake said. Yang pushed the chair Mr. K was sitting on and Trevor puts a rag over his face.

"That's just fucked up," Blake said. "This is just sadistic, at least the White Fang allowed the victim to breath and relax, but it seems you're just torturing until he breaks."

Yang poured water over Mr. K's face, almost drowning him with it. Weiss couldn't bare to stare at the sight of that without thinking about her family going through that. She took a big deep breath and walked out the room.

"I'm going to join her, let me know when you're done with this madness," Ruby said as she follows Weiss. Yang turned to Blake, who has her palm over her face. When Trevor emptied our the can, he removed the rag over Mr. K's and Steve pulled up Mr. K.

Trevor: Today's lesson is about government regulation.

Mr. K: Lesson?

Mr. K started to tear up.

Mr. K: I don't know anything. Please...

"Did we break him?" Yang asked.

"You definitely did," Blake said. "At least the White Fang had some form of mercy, you, you just tortured this poor soul."

"Who cares, he's fictional," Yang said.

Mr. K: He, he chain smokes… he's left handed…

Steve: He chain smokes… and he's left handed.

Steve: Ahh, okay. Any of these beardy guys at the party smoke cigarettes? mr. K says he smokes like a pack or two a day.

Mr. K: Redwood Smokes.

Steve: Thank you, Mr. K.

The game switches back to Dave and Michael.

Dave: Steve's telling me he chain smokes Redwoods.

Michael: It ain't the cigarettes that'll kill him. It's the guys who put the warnings on the packets he should worry about.

After hearing the sound of Dave's and Michael's voice, Weiss and Ruby walked in the room.

"Is it done?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, I found the guy," Yang said as she pulled the trigger on a bearded man in a red shirt. The bullet pierced through the head of Tahir and fell down, people ran away screaming.

Dave: What the hell?

Michael: That was the guy. I had a feeling. It'll check out.

Dave: Well.. we've got him. It's done.

Steve: Whoo. That is a wrap my friends. Excellent work the pair of you. Now, I've got a racquetball game to get to, so, Trevor, if you take care of Mr. K, I think we're all set.

Trevor: What the fuck do you want me to do with him?

Steve: I would say he's outlived his usefulness.

"Hod, please… he's been through enough," Ruby muttered. Trevor cut open the tape that was holding down Mr. K and grabbed him.

Trevor: Let's go, come on.

Mr. K: where you taking me to?

Trevor: Fuck, let's just go, okay?

"He's probably going to go back to the apartment and fuck him," Weiss said.

Trevor: I ain't gonna let those G-men fucking scumbags tell me what to do.

"Is this… Is Trevor being kind for once?" Blake said with widened

Mr. K: Then why did you torture me?

Trevor: Don't ask too many fucking questions. Let's go, get up. Come on, up the stairs.

"I'm scarred on what Trevor might do to him," Ruby said. Mr. K and Trevor reached outside and Mr. K fell down.

Trevor: Oh, for fuck sakes. (Picks up Mr. K) Come on. Let's go.

Trevor opens the door to his truck and Mr. K gets in the seat.

Trevor: Alright, you've got a flight to catch. 's get you to the airport. Oh, safety first.

Trevor straps the seat belt on Mr. K and Yang started to drive to the airport.

"I'm assuming that Mr. K lived outside of LS," Weiss said.

"It's going to be difficult because one, he's seriously wounded and needs to go to the doctor, two, he has no money.

Trevor: Hey, how's your mouth?

Mr. K It hurts.

Trevor: Can you speak?

Mr. K: Kinda.

Trevor: Are you going to hold it together?

"He's been kidnapped for six weeks, nearly beaten to death, cut him some goddamn slack," Black said.

Mr. K: I want to go home. I want to see my family.

"Well that makes it even more depressing," Ruby muttered.

Trevor: No, no, no. you have no home. You have no family. That shit is over.

Mr. K: I do. They're in Morningwood. I loved them very much.

Ruby started to tear up and walked outside the room again, feeling guilty about Mr. K's loss.

"They allow this kind of stuff on Earth?" Weiss asked.

"I'm assuming yes, since this is based on Earth, or at least an average city of it," Blake said.

Trevor: No. That's your old life. That's all over now. You're off the grid, you're one of the invisible people.

"Can't the FIB put him under witness protection like Michael?" Blake asked.

Mr. K: Just take me home.

Trevor: I'm taking you to the airport. You're going to get on a plane. You're flying a long way from this country and you're going to spread your message.

Mr. K: I don't have a message.

Trevor: You're a torture advocate!

"It's better to go out there then to stay here. You already know too much about the FIB's shady business," Yang said.

Mr. K: Advocate?

Trevor: The media and the government would have us believe that torture is some necessary thing. We need it to get information, to assert ourselves. Did we get any information out of you?

Mr. K: I would have told you everything.

Trevor: Exactly. Torture's for the torturer. Or the guy giving the orders to the torturer. You torture for the good times - we should all admit that.. It's useless as a means of getting information!

"Wow, this is surprising from Trevor. No more torture, for getting information. Still torturing for the fun is fucked up, but at least it'll cut the torture in half," Weiss said,

Mr. K: I'm feeling light-headed.

Yang and Mr. K reached the airport and Trevor exits the truck.

Trevor: here we be.

Trevor opens the door for M. K.

Trevor: Run, be free.

Mr. K: But my family's here.

"Then pretend you're leaving, call the emergency number to get an ambulance," Blake suggested.

Trevor: Your family is probably the ones who got you fucking in here, alright? Now look, trust no one, alright? You're alone now.

Trevor pulled out Mr. K and he got back in the truck and drove off. Mr. K wandered the airport for a bit before falling down the stairs.

Mission Passed!

Gold

"Gold with a splash of red," Yang smirked.

Author's Note:

Here's another chapter. For this one, I wouldn't break any of the characters too much, maybe make them guilty and sad about the torture of Mr. K's. I would appreciate if you tell me your experiences with main story missions in GTA V. What parts frustrated you, were hilarious, any moment in the main story missions so that RWBY would react the same way or differently. Anyways, leave any criticism in the reviews, the good the bad, and the ugly ones. I shall see y'all next time. For now, towards the STEAM SHOP FOR THE SUMMER SALES!