Drawing up the scoreboard
Yang reaches the strip club and enters, moving through the Premium Lounge and finally arrives at the marker. The camera transitions to Trevor opening up the fridge, where a dead body almost stumbles out of the fridge. Trevor pushes the cadaver back into the fridge and takes the bottle of beer on the top shelve of the fridge, closing the fridge door after that and leans against the fridge. Immediately after the ordeal, Michael walks in.
Michael: Hey.
Trevor: Before you ask, the fridge is broken.
"Knowing Trevor, that's where he stuffed the previous owner of this degenerative establishment," Weiss guessed.
Michael: That's alright. I've had enough of your hospitality already.
The girls couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
Trevor: I have changed my ways, alright?
"For worse," Weiss commented. Soon after, Franklin walks into the room.
Trevor: Yeah I'm done with that crazy shit, alright?
Franklin and Michael fistbumps each other.
Trevor: I wanna square things away with Merryweather, make sure the Agency ain't coming back after us and then do one last big score, and then you get to go back with your family. Me? I'm just gonna live here. I'm gonna run this...this good business showing people a good time. Bust Brad out of prison, and then you know...happy.
After Trevor ends his monologue, Franklin gave Trevor a slow round of applause for his declaration.
Franklin: So how'd you come by this place anyway?
"Has Trevor ever been in LS before this game?" Ruby asked.
"I would assume, this place looks like it could attract a few tourists from around the world," Blake said.
"Man, imagine Trevor and Michael running into together," Yang chuckled.
"He'd probably bite off his ear and chew on it in front of his family," Weiss sighed.
Trevor: Had it for ages.
Franklin: So you must know Leon, the old manager.
Trevor: Leon...uh no.
Franklin: Yeah, whatever, man. So what's goin' on here?
"I think it's best if you don't know what happened to Leon," Weiss warned.
Lester: (walks into the room) What's going on, is the big one. A long, long time ago in a faraway place there were three guys, Michael, Trevor, and Lester.
Trevor: (walks to the sofa and places his left foot on it) And Brad.
Lester: Uh, yeah, sure. Brad was there sometimes as well..
"And Franklin was barely there as well," Blake interjected.
Lester: I mean there were other guys though too, so, uh...anyway.
"But they're just there, unplayable and mostly non-interactable in the game," Ruby said.
"And are there only to serve to move the story forward," Yang noticed.
Those are called NPCs young, naive huntresses. Professor Gine interrupted.
"NPCs?" Blake asked.
Non-playable characters.
"So Michael, Franklin, and Trevor are playable, making them the only three non-NPCs," Yang concluded.
Well, no shit Sherlock. Well, pardon my French. Actually, there is a fourth playable person, but he's online only and you'll get destroyed by the many 12-year olds who are rich enough to buy better armored cars than you and who's better in sniping than little Miss Rose over there. Hell, even Church.
"Sherlock? Don't you mean Scirlocc?" Blake blandly commented.
"Uh, Blake, who are you talking to?" Ruby asked.
"You're speaking with him aren't you?" Yang asked, Blake nods in agreement.
Yang scoffed, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
Lester: We robbed and lied and we hurt people. Pretty much lived low life kind of existence...but always dreaming of one thing and one thing only…
"Huh, just like me then," Blake mused.
Trevor: (in a hushed tone) the big one.
Michael: The big one.
Trevor and Michael: The big one!
Franklin: What is the big one?
Michael: Haha. The Union Depository.
Lester: Around two hundred million in gold bricks, all taken from kindly Uncle Sam. We'll spend the rest of our lives being hunted by government officials, if we live through the attempt, bu-
"It's probably worth it," Yang coughed.
Trevor: But!
Lester: It'll be my...our...masterpiece. So gentlemen, let's do our civic duty, and get out there and find some gainful employment. This way.
Lester leads the way and the trio follows.
Michael: Let's go.
Trevor: The big one!
Just then, the camera focuses on the fridge, which door swung open as the cadaver from earlier dropped on the floor. The camera switches back to Michael, who's getting into his car. Yang and Franklin gets into her car, glances at her minimap and drives towards the marker.
Lester (over the radio): Come in, you there? Alright, we're on a strict schedule. There's a couple of armored cars on a dry run to the Depository - intel suggests they'll be going down Innocence Boulevard in East LS in approximately fifteen thirty. Trevor and I need to map their route for a possible hijack point, so we're going to his airfield in Blaine County, and coming back in his chopper to intercept.
"Alright, let's do this!" Yang exclaimed.
Lester (over the radio): Michael, Franklin - all you gotta do is take the temperature at the bank, see if there's anything that stands out.
Franklin: Eh..We..ah..taking the temperature?
Yang reaches her destination.
Michael: Yeah, you know, getting a feel for it - security, exit routes, general vibe. That don't look like much.
The camera now views the interior of the Union Depository.
Franklin: Man security looks light. We send in a couple a sprung niggas - clap clap.
Michael: What you talking about, Frank?
Franklin: Oh I see it, man. Gettin' in the door's easy.
"What is this, amateur hour?" Weiss questioned.
Franklin: It's a standard bank, it's getting underground that's hard. Ain't that where the metal's kept?
Michael: Right. Now, we gotta stop outside the Arcadius Center down on Alta Street, we can get a view of the back from there.
Yang turns around the freeway and drives under it, arriving at her destination.
Franklin: Hey man, you might not notice it, but I picked up a few things rolling with you. I mean, there's times I think I got to be the senior partner in the group - from the way you and Trevor behave...
"Can't stop lovers from loving," Ruby remarked.
Michael: I'm sorry. There's history there.
Franklin: Look dog, light again man.
Michael: (looks at what Franklin's looking at) Yeah, fucking eerie, ain't it?
Franklin: Man you'd think they'd put more than one motherfucker on our national fucking reserves.
"My thoughts exactly," Weiss remarked.
Michael: Yeah, huh. Maybe we really are broke. Trevor. How're you doing?
The screen transitions to Trevor, who's currently taking a piss break.
Trevor: Well...like clockwork, Mikey. Like clockwork (walks back to his vehicle).
Yang gets into the pickup truck and drives to the airfield.
Lester: You mentioned a job before - something I could help you with.
Trevor: I ain't even talked to Mike about it yet, but he's gonna be on board, he's obligated.
Yang takes a shortcut, crossing in between lanes and onto a dirt path.
Lester: What. Is. It?
Trevor: Ain't it obvious? Busting Brad outta the clink.
Lester: Why don't you talk to Michael about it?
"Because turns out Michael has a thing called a family, and he has a thing called compassion and love for them," Weiss remarked.
"And plus you're smarter than all of us combined," Yang added.
Trevor: Fine, shit, I was gonna pay you, man. When there ain't an obvious profit in something, you're a hard guy to motivate.
Soon enough, Yang has arrived at the airfield. She gets out of the pickup truck and gets in the helicopter parked right in front of the truck.
Trevor: Do they call it a wasting disease 'cause you waste people's time? Move it.
Yang engages the rotors and a moment later, the helicopter has achieved lift. Once the helicopter is high enough, Yang flies to the marker.
Trevor (over the radio): Mike's observations fit with your scheme?
Lester (over the radio): So far, yeah - the security's internal rather than external. Be careful not to get too close to the prison - we'll trip an alarm.
Trevor (over the radio): Good point - don't want 'em jumpy for the break out.
Lester (over the radio): Ah - yeah. It's quiet enough that any disturbance is going to get picked up immediately. What those two don't know is, there's a special team of cops on standby twenty four seven, waiting on a signal from the UD. Won't go out on any other call.
"Well, that explains the abnormally light security for the Depository," Weiss remarked.
Trevor (over the radio): And it's never been hit? Man, those guys must get bored.
"Easy cash, I guess," Ruby said.
Lester (over the radio): They may be cops, but they work for the government. There's nothing government workers love more than to accept tax dollars for doing nothing. Oh yeah, that and spying on innocent people.
Trevor (over the radio): Getting paid to do nothing, and spying on innocent people. Now who does that remind me of?
"Creepy Uncle Lester," Yang remarked.
Lester (over the radio): Anyway, if we want to hit the vault in a way that people will notice the key will be to divert the security team.
"Why do we need to divert the security team? Evading from the police force there is as easy as counting 1, 2, 3," Weiss said.
Trevor (over the radio): Divert it? You said they hold out for calls from the UD, and that's it.
Lester (over the radio): They do, so we'd have to hit it twice - one to distract 'em, and once to get it done.
Trevor (over the radio): You're going to find someone willing to get caught hitting a super bank just as a distraction?
Lester (over the radio): I was thinking Michael - it might appeal to his ego.
"But remember, he stills wants to live to care for the family that don't share the same feelings for him," Blake said.
"I thought it would appeal to Trevor," Yang said.
Trevor (over the radio): What am I saying? We got the perfect guy for it. Come in, Michael. We have a visual on the convoy.
Michael (over the radio): Keep with 'em, T. Do whatever Lest needs you to do.
Lester (over the radio): We're mapping the route, and finding an ambush point - stay with them.
Yang keeps a sizeable distance between her and the convoy, surprisingly, never going too far behind or too close to them.
Trevor (over the radio): What kind of ambush spot are we looking for? I tend to wait in the john, catch 'em with their drawers down but, I guess that won't work here.
Lester (over the radio): No, it..ah..won't. We're looking for somewhere with cover for us and no escape routes for them.
Trevor (over the radio): Ah, the same principle as a men's room.
Blake blushed over that small reference, Yang noticed Blake covering her face with a book and muttered "weird sexual fantasies."
Seriously Ms Belladonna? I know you're part-cat but jeez, control your libdo or something.
I'm not in heat!
I know for a fact that Ms Xiao Long there would agree.
24/7, Mr. Gine. A few weeks ago, I saw Blake making out with a-
Before Yang could finish her sentence, Blake slaps her.
Ahem, too much information. With that, Professor Gine shuts the telepathical line of communication down.
Lester (over the radio): Yeah...uh...I guess.
Trevor (over the radio): What about here for the job?
Lester (over the radio): Where?
Trevor (over the radio): Under one of the bridges - it's en route and we'll have plenty of cover.
Lester (over the radio): It's too open, there's a number of get outs, and we'd be compromised if they were driven off the road into the river.
Trevor (over the radio): We could recover the cars. With the right equipment, we'd haul 'em up the side.
As the convoy passes under the bridge, Yang dodges, flying above the bridge and reconvening with the convoy soon after.
"Man, flying this propelling hunk of junk is kinndaa complicated," Yang commented.
Lester (over the radio): A central station is monitoring the cars' positions - If the GPS tracker reads it's down there in the channel - we'll have red flags all over the place.
Trevor (over the radio): Fine.
Yang continues to follow the convoy, this time, going a bit closer to the convoy.
Trevor (over the radio): What you thinking?
Lester (over the radio): I'm thinking I don't like being in close proximity to you for extended periods of time, and the same for short periods of time.
Trevor (over the radio): There's ways to make minutes go by… I've lost sight of them - think they might be in the tunnel.
Yang soon faces a dilemma, should I go in the tunnel or over it? Ah screw it, under! Yang lowers her altitude and goes into the tunnel much to her teammate's dismay.
"What are you doing?" Weiss questioned.
"Calm down, it's gonna be fine," Yang dismissed and with that, she continues forward.
Lester (over the radio): Don't worry, it's a straight road. They'll come out the other side.
Trevor (over the radio): I'll go around, meet them at the other end.
"How about no," Yang said.
Lester (over the radio): I was hoping they'd come through here. This tunnel would work for a switch - they go in, you come out.
Yang carefully maintains her attitude as she journeys through the tunnel. Within seconds, she was out of the tunnel.
"Fuck yeah! Yang Xiao Long, ace pilot!" she proclaimed.
"Well, color me impressed," Blake commented.
Lester (over the radio): There they are, back out in the open. It'll need to be a quick turnaround, but you can take them in there.
Trevor (over the radio): I'm picking up the cars.
Michael (over the radio): Right on time. Hey, it, ahh, it looks like we're gonna need some IDs to get in the building this way - I'm assuming that's doable, Lest.
Lester (over the radio): IDs I can handle.
The camera transitions to a guard outside the depot.
Guard: (to the radio) Onion eighty-six in sight. Stand by.
The convoy stops before the roll-up doors and the guard walks towards the driver's side of the first truck.
Guard: Hey I was expecting you thirty seconds ago.
Driver: (shows the guard his ID) Tell that to the traffic.
Guard: Heh, alright.
The roll-up doors rolls up letting the convoy through.
Guard: (to the radio) Onion eighty-six in the building.
"Onion, BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ruby laughed loudly.
"This is Banana ninety-nine, we read you," Yang mocked, With that, the guard assumes his former position and the roll-up doors rolls back out. The camera switches back to Trevor.
Lester (over the radio): Now, if I remember from planning the Jewel Store Job, they're excavating the new LS metro tunnel around here. Hover near the construction entrance.
Yang increases her altitude and spots the tunnel. She quickly flies right over it.
Lester (over the radio): Take us around the building, and find the construction site.
Trevor (over the radio): Roger that - looking for a big-ass hole.
"I wouldn't mind if you fly into it," Blake said in a hushed tone.
"Jeez, I know you're in heat but-"
"I'm not!" Blake snapped.
"Okay, fine. Jeez," Yang shrugged and gets back to the mission at hand.
Lester (over the radio): Just hold the chopper here - you can do that, right?
The camera is now showing the interior of the tunnel.
Lester (over the radio): Looks good, looks good. It looks good - we're lucky these projects take so long. Okay. Nearly done Just a minute.
The camera switches back to Trevor.
Lester (over the radio): I think I've got everything I need to make some plans.
Yang, not wanting to waste time going back to the airfield, switches to Michael, who's taking Franklin back to his house. Yang holds the Right Trigger and the car accelerates.
Franklin: So, how you feeling about this?
Michael: I'm feeling pretty good. We got Lester planning it - he'll get us options. There's you, a guy I know I can depend on. And then there's Trevor.
Franklin: Ah yeah, Trevor'll get it done.
Michael: Will he? Yeah, I hope so, man. I hope he holds it together.
"In terms of sanity level, yeeeee-nope," Yang commented.
Franklin: Eh, you ain't done too good of a job at that yourself, you feel me?
Michael: Yeah, well, I ain't pissed off hillbillies, a Mexican gang, some Chinese gangsters and a private army, okay? So there's that.
Franklin: Yeah, but you just pissed off the FIB, and the IAA, and your family, man. You know what, I met Amanda, and I know who scares me the most.
Michael: Point taken.
Franklin: So you goin' tell me about this Brad dude, and the deal with the FIB? What happened in North Yankton, back in the day, anyway?
Michael:This ain't the time.
Franklin: Man we about to go in together on the biggest job even been pulled. There ain't never goin' be a better time to fill me in on this shit.
"He has a point," Ruby remarked.
Michael: It's complicated, alright?
Franklin: Fuck it I'ma ask Trevor.
Michael: Don't ask Trevor!
Franklin: Shit, man. You sound shady, dog. Real shady.
"Oh let me guess, Brad took your place six feet under?" Blake deduced.
Excellent deduction, Doctor Watson.
It's not Doctor Watson, Professor Gine, it's Miss Watts.
It's Doctor Watson on Earth.
Well, Earth must've copied Remnant. Blake surmised.
No, it didn't, Remnant did. Professor Gine continues, fine. Let's just mark it off as parallel universes then.
Sounds good to me. Blake complies and Professor Gine closes the channel.
Michael: We'll talk, alright? Just… later.
And with that, Yang has finally reached Franklin's house.
Franklin: Alright, holla at me.
Michael: When he's got something, Lester'll be in touch.
MISSION SUCCESS! SILVER!
Aw, thank you Miss Xiao Long.
Erm, Prof, mind if you stop randomly popping into my mind? Also, bring 'that' over.
Torgine's Notes: Aaah, finally, I can go to sleep. Happy Halloween, everybody, hurrah!
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Lakero45's Notes: Sorry for the delay, I'm currently busy with midterms and all that shit in Western society. But hey, at least we're making progress here baby. Also let us know if we should tone down on the Professor Gine moments, we're experimenting and I thought we should have someone who's familiar with our culture in the story.
P.S. [Torgine] Unfortunately, as Grand Theft RWBY V is a very large project, I've decided to hold off The Last of RWBY 'till the series is done. I apologise to everyone who were hoping for The Last of RWBY to be updated. However, this means that after Grand Theft RWBY, we'll be focusing on The Last of RWBY FULL-TIME.
