Chapter 47: Rail Wars
Yang took control of Michael and didn't waste anytime and headed to the next mission, which is in Trevor's trailer.
Derailed
Michael: (opens door and walks in Trevor's place) What a shithole…
Michael is seen sitting down and Ron rushes into the room.
Ron: Trevor about?
Michael: He's probably out there somewhere drinking human blood or… eating households pets.
Ron: He's not that bad.
"Understatement of the game," Weiss scoffed.
Michael: Really?
Ron: Well, okay, he is pretty bad. But he's got a sensitive side.
Michael: Oh yeah, he's very sensitive. When he gets his feelings hurt he's devastated.
Michael: So what's your story?
Ron: I ain't got a story.
Ron: I'm an independent thinker. Livin' out here, away from the man.
Ron: From what I can tell, you're like a high school athlete, living off old glories. You used to be able to manage heat and now you're worried if you loafers are getting scuffed.
Michael: (signals Ron to get closer to him, and he does) Any more bullshit that comes out of your mouth, you're gonna learn my past glories first hand you understand?
Ron (nervously): Understood, sir. (speaks normally)That came out wrong, all wrong. Tell Trevor the monthly train is coming through.
Michael: What monthly train.
Trevor: "The" monthly train.
Trevor is seen by the door with Patricia.
Michael: Where have you two been?
"Just noticed that she's wearing the same clothes," Blake realized.
"Must smell pretty hazardously," Weiss said, imaging that the stink would only get only worse because it's hot over there and she must be sweaty.
Trevor: Getting some fresh air.
Patricia: Talking of beautiful things.
Michael: Yes, I hear Stockholm Syndrome is very nice this time of year.
Weiss, Blake, and Yang chuckled a bit about that remark. Ruby on the other hand was confused.
Trevor: Hey, watch your mouth, boy, alright? It's always been a dream of ours… the train of dreams…
"So like a romantic train ride or an actual heist you're going to pull off?" Ruby wondered.
"It's nice to see a variety of heists and theft in this game, so each one would be different from one another," Yang commented.
Michael: The hell are you talking about?
Trevor: I'm talking about hold. Enough to keep Ron in trailers and you in therapy.
Trevor: Enough so that we can pay off that Mexican and get you back in town, baby, yeah. (lifts Michael and carries him out)
"You're the type of person to just kill that Mexican Trevor and keep whatever you find to yourself," Blake admitted.
Michael: This better be fucking good.
Trevor: (puts Michael down in porch) Man, we've talked about this hygiene thing before bro. I invite you into my home and this is how you repay me?
Trevor: It's like living with a fucking skunk.
Trevor: Be under Raton Canyon Bridge in a boat. We'll stay in touch on the headset.
Yang gets on the bike marked on her map.
Michael (on radio): Alright, so I'm taking a car to steal a boat to stick up a train and get some gold?
"The plan is not that elaborate," Weiss commented.
Trevor: That's about the size of it. Make it a fast boat.
Michael (on radio): Ah, the logistical mind of Trevor Philips. So, it's like hold bricks on board, right?
Trevor: Sometimes.
Trevor: This is a high value courier service run by… Merryweather.
"Them? Again? Because the last few times we attempted to rob them were so successful," Blake sarcastically commented and rolled her eyes a bit
Michael (on radio): Oh, Merryweather?
Trevor: Tranquilo, Mike. This ain't a weapons train, it's goods-too-valuable-to-insure-for-air-travel train.
Michael (on radio): Gold?
"Something tells me it's not Gold," Yang thought.
Trevor: Sometimes gold, sometimes artwork. Priceless antiques. Sometimes enough for you, me, Ron, everyone.
"That's a pretty smart move to deliver the most fragile objects on ground because remember the last time we robbed something thousands of feet in the air?" Ruby said.
"And the best thing is, they don't have to fear for any Grimm attacking the train," Weiss added.
"But there is Trevor," Yang noted and the team nodded and chuckled.
Michael (on radio): Fine.
Yang spots the train in the distance.
Trevor: And there she is, the magical train.
"Choo-choo!" Ruby playfully cheered.
Trevor (violently): Choo! Chooo!
"Kinda predictable, but silly," Yang smirked. She chased the train from behind.
Trevor: Mike, oh yeah, another thing for your shopping list – we'll need some bombs.
Michael (on radio): Okay, I'll pick 'em up when I'm back at the trailer.
Trevor: Back at the trailer? Where are you? We got work to do.
Michael (on radio): Yeah, yeah. I know. That's why I'm getting changed.
Trevor: Whoa, getting changed? What have you turned into?
"Hey, dry cleaning can be pricey, sir!" Weiss proclaimed. Yang turned to the right to jump off elevated grounds to land on top of the train. She carefully drove along the cars of the train to avoid falling off. Since there's small spaces in-between the cars, she can't slow down. As she got to the front of the train, she ditched the bike. Trevor approached the front of the car and slammed the driver's head on the controls.
"Okay, we stopped the train, and Michael and Trevor can easily take on Merryweather and get away with the loot without doing something convoluted," Ruby guessed.
Trevor: There's a new conductor on this train. You on the water?
"Yeah, but getting away wouldn't be that easy," Blake said.
"Have you seen how they search for the criminals? They give up after five minutes," Weiss scoffed.
"But the plot demands it to be hard and convoluted, so I guess we'll see how they handle the situation.
Michael (on radio): Sure. Just caught a fish. Let me know when you need me.
Trevor: Gut it. Eat it. Be under that fuckin' bridge. When we go past Paleto station, whole of Merryweather's gonna be onto us.
Yang took control of the train and accelerated past the normal stop.
Trevor: Train ain't stopping here, boys!
"Shit, at this point they should be on a manhunt for Trevor," Yang chuckled.
Trevor: M, M, I ain't far out – you under the bridge.
Michael: Approaching the inlet now, I'll power through to the bridge.
The game switches to Michael driving a boat. Yang drove the boat through a river stream to reach the bridge.
Trevor (on radio): How are you doing?
"Still depressed from my family that obviously hates me even though I'm trying to change my ways," Weiss mocked the old heister.
Michael: I'm living the life, my friend. This is quite the spot you picked.
"Maybe you can buy another boat, but maybe a smaller one," Ruby said.
Trevor (on radio): Enjoy it now, because it's about to start raining fire.
Two trains collided and Trevor is seen jumping off the train. "There goes Trevor, bye bye," Blake waved the psychopath goodbye because there's no way he's going to go through that unscratched. The next scene shows Trevor in the river unscratched from what happened. "What the-"
Weiss interrupted her friend, "Yeah, no. I'm not convinced that he survived that crash. He should've been killed, or very very injure."
It was raining trains and Trevor swam away to safety. The game focused on Michael and Yang controlled him.
Trevor (on radio): What we're after's in that orange car. Plant a bomb on the doors, blow 'em.
Yang threw two sticky bombs to detonate the door. Trevor is seen behind a log with a large machine-gun cheering. It switches to his control.
Trevor: Ah! Let's get rich, Mikey!
Michael (on radio): I'll be quick as I can be. I got to run a fucking salvage operation in here.
Red dots appeared and the mini-map and Yang took cover.
Trevor: Merryweather recovery team's arrived!
Yang defended the boat and switched out to the minigun with around six hundred bullets left. She chuckled as she blasted at the boats with the remaining bullets she has on the gun. Two helicopters flew in and Yang blew the helicopters off the sky.
Trevor: Do you want to die in that box? Let's go.
Michael (on radio): There's a lot of boxes to open, man!
"It's most likely a lost cause. It's probably just a bunch of guns we can just buy off the store," Blake sighed.
Trevor: They got shooters on the track!
Michael (on radio): You still got that thermal scope on your rifle? Find the shooters with it, before they find me.
"Stop complaining, you're inside a metal box while we're out here in the open," Yang struck back. She used the thermal scoped sniper to pick off the enemy on the tracks. She tried to do a simple headshot on all of them and succeeded.
Trevor: No more snipers, so you can come out as soon as you find something!
A helicopter flies by and she took the pilot on the heli, but a few soldiers jumped off on parachutes.
"You see, they came out with parachutes!" Ruby exclaimed, referring to that one soldier just jumping off the side of the plane, falling to what seems a long and painful death. She used the sniper to pick off the soldiers parachuting.
Trevor: You're taking too long, pork chop.
Michael (on radio): I'm doing this as quick as I can do it!
"Can't the boat hold like several crates? Let's just throw 'em in there and leave," Yang said.
"Well, do you want good loot, or terrible trash?" Blake asked.
"Eh, the fun comes in opening up the crates like it's the holidays," Yang muttered.
Michael (on radio): Baby on board, we're good to go.
Trevor: Finally! Come on!
Yang swam up to the dinghy Michael was in and Michael drove them out of the scene.
Trevor: Down river. Vamonos.
Michael drove out through the waterfall with Merryweatther on their tale.
Trevor: They got some boats after us! (gets up and stands in the back with machine gun in hand) Nature. You're right. It's a beautiful thing.
"Lucky you that you don't have to fight giant wolves," Ruby sighed.
Michael: There's nothing natural about this. Nada!
"Then maybe you should go out more often instead of sitting by the pool and rotting in the sun," Yang said. She gunned down the boats chasing her. A few jeeps along the road also chased after them. She continued to defend off the boat and blow 'em up.
Trevor: I forgot to say, nice outfit. And by nice I mean lame.
"You're one to talk…" Weiss remarked. A helicopter was on their tail and Yang shot it down with just bullets.
"I think the helicopter had missiles to blow us up," Blake said, deadpanned, unimpressed with everything military related in Earth.
Trevor: You feelin' alive? Juice pumping through your glands?
Michael: My glands are just fine without the crashing trains, exploding helicopters, and sinking boats.
Yang managed to lose the Merryweather team and made her way to the next objective.
Michael: Whoa man, you work hard for your living.
"Unlike you, because betraying your friends is much easier than robbing planes in the sky," Weiss remarked.
Michael: Boil it down for me, how much you think you make per senseless killing, huh? A couple nickles?
"That if they bought their wallet," Yang joked.
Trevor: Times are tough. Have you been since we put you in the ground.
Michael: Hey, you had your savings.
Trevor: That I couldn't access because you blew the identities.
"Wait, so does Trevor know Michael betrayed them or…"' Ruby wondered in confusion.
"I'm guessing they're using Brad, the third guy at the beginning who got sniped, as a cover-up and pretended that he lived so that the identities could be leaked without the finger being pointed at Michael," Blake explained.
Trevor: You know, there was nothing for Brad's defense.
"It's kinda hard to defend a guy who murdered more than a dozen of police officers," Weiss scoffed. Yang reached the marked objective.
Trevor: Transport's taken care of. Ron's dependable, you see.
"Well, if it doesn't involve fighting and knows his life isn't too much at risk," Yang remarked. She approached the vehicles.
Michael: Whoa. His and hers, huh?
Trevor: Because of your independent spirit.
Michael walks off with the suitcase he looted from the train.
Trevor: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, before you go, show me the loot.
Michael: Alright. (puts suitcase on the hood and opens it up revealing a small statue) (Sarcastically) Perfect.
"I knew there was a slip up in there somewhere," Weiss knew it.
Trevor: Perfect for fuckin' what?
"The pawn shop, that would sell for a couple hundred dollars if we're lucky enough to convince the shopkeeper that it's ancient," Ruby said.
Michael: For squaring things with that Mexican psycho. We give him this, and you end your relationship with that little lady. Maybe we won't be dead men in Los Santos.
Trevor: I don't fucking see that silicone city again, it'll be too soon.
"Because you're a hipster!" Ruby proclaimed.
Trevor: but this is my job, not your call to make.
Michael: Nah, nah, your job fucked things up with the Mexican to being with.
"Who's the Mexican?" Yang asked.
"Madrazo, Mexicans are people come from Mexico, which is just right below America," Ruby said.
Trevor: My job. My score. Get your own.
"Sheesh, I thought you guys were supposed to split the cut," Yang muttered. Trevor takes the case away from Michael.
Michael: Wait, you give me that case, I'll give you something bigger.
Trevor: What?
Michael: Union Depository.
"Sounds like a big banking company," Blake said.
Trevor: Fuck off. Can't be done.
"We stole a vehicle from the military, what's a bank?" Ruby asked.
Michael I never said impossible. Just very suicidal.
Trevor: Verging suicidal.
Michael: (questioning) That a line you afraid to cross? C'mon T, you remember the dreams? Couple kids pulling jobs, the big one. I know it sounded crazy back then, huh? Buy hey, you and me, together again. With Franklin and Lamar on board, we can do this thing, T. This ain't no dream no more.
Trevor continues to hold the briefcase away from Michael, glaring at him.
Michael: Ay…(walks to the SUV)...you can keep the case.
Trevor: Fuck. Yeah, okay. Hey! Alright! Here.(Michael turns to face Trevor and Trevor throws the briefcase to Michael who catches it.) Keep that silly fucking thing and you can keep Patricia as well, alright, because I respect that lady and I ain't gonna hold her back!
Michael: (enters the SUV and closes the door)Thank you.
"Trevor being selfless for once? Shocking…" Weiss murmured to herself.
Trevor: Just remember I'm gonna be keeping an eye on you EVERY inch of the way, alright? And if that bastard fucking cheats on her one more time...I don't know what I'm going to do.
"Kill him and take over his enterprise, or industry, or whatever he owns," Yang joked.
Michael: You know Trevor, we both know you're not he marrying kind.
"But she has stockholm syndrome so she's fine with it," Blake joked.
Michael: But hey, it's great to be back in business, huh? Bring it on.
"You've been back since the Jewelry Heist," Ruby pointed out. Michael drives away as the camera focuses on Trevor.
Trevor: (yelling) The big one! The big one!
"Oh boy, that heist is going to so well," Yang said.
Mission passed!
Silver
Yang got in an old dirty car and set a waypoint to the gunstore. Maybe miniguns are at high fashion this time of year in Earth.
Lakero45's Note: Well boys, expect this story to be over within the next 20 chapters or so, more or less. Also, Heroverse! I'm still open for a few positions such as one more beta reader, and a fact-checker! So please feel free to PM me about it! Please! I'm begging you!
Torgine's Notes: Sup, currently playing a few rounds of Chess Tactics, fucking hell is it convoluted. Like, you take one wrong step, you fail the whole fucking puzzle. Man, fuck that [REDACTED] prick.
