Franklin and Lamar sneak into gang territory, and opened the three garage door.
"Man, ain't this 'bout a bitch? Ain't no motherfucking bike in here, man." Lamar said.
"Yeah, No shit." Franklin groaned.
Three Vagos members appear behind them.
"Hola, amigos!" said the one that looked like one of the gang leaders.
"Hola, ese." Lamar said sarcastically.
"We saw you trying to creep up in here, man." said the goon.
"Yeah? (pulls out Uzi) You saw THIS, motherfucker!?" Lamar cried. The unnamed goon reached for his AP Pistol, but Lamar shot him dead, and the other two ran off, to get more guns, and warn all the others.
"Oh shit!" Franklin cried, shocked at how QUICKLY things took a left turn.
"Come on down everybody! Come on down!.. Kill these motherfuckers!" one of the Vegas goons cried from off view.
Lamar throws Franklin the dropped AP Pistol
"Shit man! I would have just gotten my ass beat over a fucking gun fight!" Franklin whined.
"Quite being a pussy, and grab that piece already!" Lamar cried, running to find close cover, as Franklin took the pistol and hid in the garage as cover.
And just like that, a gunfight began. Lamar was getting most of them, but Franklin still took down a great many.
"Blast them putos!/Get those fools!" Cried an off view goon.
"Find your bitch-ass some cover!" Lamar sarcastically told Franklin, as he reloaded his Uzi. Lamar loves gun fights. He's pretty crazy in the head. And boy dose he know it.
Gun fight continues, depending on what happens, Lamar says one of the following lines.
Lamar Davis: We got to move!
Lamar Davis: Motherfuckers got us closed in here.
Lamar Davis: Get in behind that truck, homie.
"Shoot the gas can!" Lamar told Franklin.
Franklin shoots the gas can, which explodes.
"Damn! You see that?!" Lamar laughed, before he continued shooting, killing two in a row.
Franklin and Lamar start making their way back down the alley, as the gun fight continues.
Lamar Davis: Up there! To the right!
Lamar Davis: Somebody tell them niggas this is a legal repossesion.
Some Vagos members try to escape the fight in a car. Lamar kills the driver and the car kills another goon by crashing into him when it hits all wall.
"You still breathing, homie?" Lamar cried, seeing that they cleared the area of gunmen.
"Yeah, barely, homie." Franklin said, still panting.
"Shit, we gotta get the fuck away from this shit." Lamar said.
"Man, we only came here for a bike." Franklin said.
A Vagos member on the bike appears in front of them, trying to escape.
"And there the motherfucker is right there. Hey, nigga, come here, we got yo' pink slip!" Lamar cried.
LATER:
Franklin takes the bike to a spot Lamar said to meet at.
Man, I can't hang with yo' ass for a while, bro. You a psychopath! You done finally fuckin' lost it!" Franklin cried.
"That's that Apache blood in me, homie. You lucky I ain't do a flying tomahawk and scalp they motherfuckin' ass!" Lamar cried.
"We can't repo the assets of a dead man, big sitting chief asshole!" Franklin cried.
"And we ain't going to neither, I'm gonna keep this motherfucker for myself. Tell Simeon we couldn't recover it." Lamar said.
Lamar gets on the bike and drives off. Franklin is left behind.
"YOU FUCKIN TELL HIM, YOU FUCKIN MORON!" Franklin angrily screamed at him, but Lamar was gone.
Soon after Franklin called me on his cell phone.
"Shit Sally. Things got crazy.. We got shot at.. Lamar stole the bike for himself" Franklin told me.
"Christ.. Why do you hang out with that guy? He kinda scares me" I admitted.
"He ain't so bad once you get to know him" Franklin chuckled.
"Whatever.. Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine.. Been though worse" Franklin insisted.
A few days later.
Simeon has trouble trusting Franklin and Lamar after their little "bike stunt". So he has Sally do his next job.
He orders Sally to steal a yellow Karin BeeJay XL that someone named Jimmy De Santa bought from him.
So, against her better judgement, Sally sneak into the house, and creeped past everyone. One of the voices, the one appeared to be arguing with her mom sounded kinda familiar, and Sally realized, it's that girl who attacked her at a bar a few years back.
"Eh, Simeon, I got the ride, man. I'm coming back"
"If you actually bring the repossession to me this time, I can have it back out on the street before the day is done." Simeon's voice replied, and then hung up.
Sally continued driving when suddenly she felt something cold and rough, pressed against the back of her head.
"That's a nine millimeter semi-automatic pushed against your skull little lady." Came an unfamiliar voice. And Sally realized, to her horror, a guy was hidden the back seat. And had a gun to her head.
"PLEASE DON'T RAPE ME!" Sally screamed.
"Excuse me?" The man said confusedly.
"Sorry.. It's just usually how it goes when people have guns on me" Sally admitted, trying to make it NOT sound like a joke. Cause it honestly wasn't.
"Look.. You seem nice. What's your name?" the voice askes.
"Sally"
"Okay Sally.. Here's the deal.. Just stay calm, and take me to where your going" the voice said calmly, but sternly at the same time.
"Please.. It's just a repo job.. Your son was behind on his notes" Sally said, trying to be as calm as one can when a stranger is pointing a loaded gun to their head.
"Unlikely, considering my son just got the car. And looking at the way you're going about this, my guess, you're working a credit fraud." The voice replied.
"Are you kidding me!?.. I just work the friggin repo!" Sally cried.
"I appreciate a kid who follows orders without taking responsibility. Yeah, maybe one day we'll have a beer, and I'll explain how the world really works. Who gives you the slip?" The voice ordered.
"Some car dealer, by the name of Simeon Yetarian." Sally told him, out of fear.
"So this businessman, he look legit to you?" The voice asked.
"I don't know.. Look mister, it's just between him and your fucking son." Sally replied.
"Don't worry. Me and Mr. Yetarian, we'll work this out." the voice replied.
LATER:
"Is that it?" The man asked.
"Y -Yes" Sally said weakly.
"Drive into it. Right through the fucking window, and fast. Or I'll put two rounds in the back of your skull, and do it myself." the man replied.
"Man, you can't be for real!" Sally cried.
" Do I look like a fucking joke to you?" the man said sternly.
"Man... Fuck my life, man. Fuck it." Sally groaned, and forced myself to do it.
(The car rams through the window)
"Lucia!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Simeon cried, shocked of my actions
"Mr. Simeon... It's not exactly how it looks." Sally insisted.
"I always trump big for a job well done. (hands me some money) Now get out of here, kid." The man told Sallt. Who didn't question this, and ran away as the two men began to fist fight.
SHORTLY AFTER:
Michael pins Simeon up against the yellow XL.
"You recognize this car? Huh? Does it look like it's worth five grand a month to you?" Michael said aggressively, after having beaten Simeon up quite severely.
"You fucking racist." Simeon gave as his only reply.
Michael slams Simeon with the car door, and grabs him again.
"I'll tell ya something, this thing's gonna need some serious bodywork before it's worth five grand a month!" Michael yelled, before he again hits Simeon with the car door, then grips him in a head lock.
"He agreed to financing, I have his signature." Simeon whimpered.
"Yeah? Did he agree to have some punk break into my fucking house?" Michael cried.
"I don't know." Simeon cried, now scared as Michael punched him again.
"That kid might be a fucking idiot, but you are a fraudulent scumbag piece of shit. (Throws Simeon onto the floor).. Don't make me have to come back here." Michael threatened, before storming out of the building, having made his point.