As CJ made his way down the mountain, he decided to get something to eat. All that sneaking around in the military base had made him hungry. So he drove to Cluckin' Bell and walked inside the restaurant. As he made his order and enjoyed his food at the table, he thought about his latest mission. Why did Truth wanted him to steal a jetpack from Area 69? And what did he want him to use it for? The Truth was becoming a very cryptic bystander to CJ.

As he continued to eat, he heard a familiar voice on a talk radio show. It was OG Loc! He was babbling and boasting about how gangster he was and how he was able to somehow get a record deal in spite of his terrible rapping, which he never bothered to bring up. CJ became even more surprised when he learned that OG Loc's manager was Big Smoke, who tried to convince the listeners that OG Loc is a true gangster, and that Lazlo, the guy on the radio, has been convinced that Smoke was helping the community.

Oh how little you know, pal, CJ thought, reminding himself of Smoke's betrayal.

CJ didn't have time to think about Big Smoke at this point, much less any time to wonder how such a wannabe thug like OG Loc would get into the rap business. He still needed enough money to get Sweet out of jail, and Woozie was waiting for him in Las Venturas at any moment. So he finished his food and stepped outside of the restaurant.

As he got onto the Sanchez, he heard his cellphone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.

"Hey," CJ answered.

"Carl," he heard Truth say over the phone. "It's me, The Truth. We got a date with destiny, man - in about five minutes."

"Where you at?" CJ asked.

"At the old airplane graveyard you've been hanging around," Truth replied.

CJ hung up the cellphone and rode the Sanchez on the dirt road. The cool wind blew through his face as he dashed. The roads were empty and stagnant, completely devoid of any cars at the moment. As CJ made his way back to Verdant Meadows, he hopped off his vehicle and looked around.

There was no sign of Truth anywhere, nor was his van either. CJ took a seat on one of the crates behind the building. He looked around the area. Again, everything was empty. There was nothing in sight, with the exception of the surroundings of the airstrip and the mountains far ahead. The sky had now switched from being purple and pink to dark blue. It was now pitch dark. There wasn't a single sound heard around the desert, with the exception of the sounds of the crows distantly. CJ waited for thirty seconds, wondering where The Truth was.

"Damn," CJ muttered as he sat around expecting Truth. "Where is this fool?"

"Woooah! Shit! Oh!" CJ finally heard Truth yell out.

He looked behind him to see the old man flying the jetpack, completely out of control.

"Hey, man, look out!" CJ shouted as he ducked out of the way, barely avoiding getting hit.

The Truth slammed into the ground as the jetpack fell out of his grip. "Damn! Ow!" he cried as he slowly got up to his feet "THE NEW AGE BEGINS HERE!"

"Say what?" CJ asked.

"Not all fantastic things are lies, Carl!" Truth explained. "Today, we'll know EVERYTHING."

"Oh, I can hardly wait," CJ replied caustically. "I hear knowledge is truly sacred in this part of the world."

"Man, I've tried, but I can't fly for shit!" Truth told him. "You better do it. Land on the train, kill the guards, get in and steal the stuff."

"Oh, yeah?" CJ asked. "What stuff?"

"I don't know yet!" Truth answered.

"Oh. You don't know yet!" CJ answered pacing a few inches from the eccentric elderly man. "I was starting to think you was a lunatic." Then he paused for a few seconds, looking dumbfounded. "What you mean "you don't know yet"?" he asked as he re-approached the elderly man once again.

"You'll be stealing the answer!" Truth told him. "Look, fly the jet pack. Land on the train. And steal whatever they least want us to get."

That's when Truth looked around.

"Shhh," he told CJ trying to keep him silent. "Listen." He looked around, cupping a hand over his right ear. "They're coming." he said. "We better go. Peace on earth, dude."

CJ watched as The Truth left. The old man had ordered him to locate a train to steal whatever it was he wanted to take. So CJ took the jetpack Truth had given him and flew over through the desert to locate the train tracks. There it was, the train rolling on the tracks. He saw some soldiers guarding the storage on the train and saw the right opportunity to search for the stuff Truth had mentioned to him earlier. As he flew around the train, he used his tech nines to shoot at the guards on the train. He continued searching for the stuff he was supposed to obtain in each cart until he finally saw a jar with green goo inside.

That must be the stuff Truth was talking about, he thought.

So CJ grabbed the jar and flew off, with the remaining guards on the train shooting at him. CJ paid them no mind as he flew back to Verdant Meadows. As he finally got there, he took off the jetpack and discerned the jar for a few seconds.

"You got it, man?" Truth asked as he approached CJ.

"I got something," CJ replied.

"Let me see," Truth said grabbing the jar of goo from CJ's hands. "Oooh... Everything is different now."

"What is it?" CJ asked eagerly.

"Everything," Truth answered. "They will call this 'year zero'. I'll be in touch."

He then turned and hopped into his Mothership. "Hey wait!" CJ called as the engine of the vehicle began. "What is...?!" But before he knew it, Truth had already left. "Yeah, see you around," CJ muttered.

Just then, he heard his cellphone ring. CJ answered it. "So Carl, how was your mission with that Truth guy?" he heard Toreno ask him.

"Toreno!" CJ cried out. "What the hell you want?"

"Just thought I'd check in to see how you're handling things with the crazy old man," Toreno responded. "I heard you collected some green goo from the train."

"So what exactly was that stuff for anyways?" CJ asked.

"What you just collected there was the glow-in-the-dark goo, made by some lunatic scientist in 1958," Toreno answered. "That was used as fuel for night goggles in replacement of batteries."

"Batteries?" CJ asked. "This gooey stuff?!"

"Weird, ain't it?" Toreno answered. "You'd be surprised how seemingly useless materials such as that becomes vitally utilitarian for your future missions."

"All that is nice and all," CJ told him, "but what's this got to do with me getting my brother out of jail?"

"The less I tell you, the more you'll work your way to be rewarded to see him again," Toreno responded. "For the most part, I just want you to do whatever you can to work for the bail money. Besides, you still have your other allies: your baby sister, her Latino boyfriend, two stoned mechanics, your friends from Los Santos, your friend's sister - I heard you two are currently dating by the way..."

"Well sort of," CJ replied feeling rather amorous. "She's real beautiful, and we only been...Hey wait a minute! How the hell you know about all of them?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, Carl?" Toreno said. "I know everything. Have I not been lucid as to who I am and what I do?"

CJ just let out a sigh, feeling dumbfounded. "Didn't think so," Toreno replied. "Now why don't you have a great time in Las Venturas, CJ?" Toreno continued. "Your blind Chinese ally's waiting for you."

As Toreno hang up, CJ decided to travel to Las Venturas. It was a nice night to go out for a drive through the desert. He spotted the Sanchez by the building. So he hopped onto the vehicle and took a nice, long road trip through the deserts. He turned on the radio and came across the CSR 103.9 station, which currently played TLC's "Baby-Baby-Baby". CJ naturally wasn't a fan of TLC, nor a fan of RnB in general. But it reminded him of Lisa, as she was a new fan of TLC, and the few good times CJ had with Lisa as well ever since she moved into San Fierro to help out him and the others last month. Plus it was a perfect song for him to play while cruising on the freeway. So he kept it on to play. It was a nice ride through the dark onto the freeway. He was really enjoying the ride and couldn't wait to see what Woozie had waiting for him.