Trevor goes to the ammu-nation range with Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Gizmo.
Trevor Philips: when you aim, you want to hold it like this, I would recommend you aim for the head. Go on, shoot the targets.
Everyone then shoots but most just miss the targets. Trevor taught them how to hold the gun properly
again, and also how to stabilize the gun to not miss. Everyone eventually got the hang of it and shot
the targets
Trevor Philips: Great job! Now we go to the trailer, Ron is probably there.
(Trevor Philips walks towards his trailer)
Ron Jakowski: Come quick, boss! They were here for you. Here... For you.
Trevor Philips: Who was here?
(Trevor and Ron walk inside Trevor's trailer)
Ron Jakowski: Them bikers. After you killed Johnny K?
Trevor Philips: And they damaged my stuff, huh? They smash up my home. Damage my soul. Look at this... this... this, this, this, this statue her of Impotent Rage. This meant more to me than Johnny K meant to anyone. And they smashed it. Those pathetic, midlife crisis, hog-riding, shaven-headed, fruity leather-chap-wearing idiotic dicks!
Ron Jakowski: They're dicks, Trevor. They are, they are chap-wearing sicks!
(Wade Hebert walks into Trevor's trailer but tries to leave to avoid Trevor)
Trevor Philips: Wade, Wade, Wade, you little moron. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Michael Townley, right? Ex-Stripper wife. Two kids. Forty-five. Find him?
Wade Hebert: Los Santos is a big, big place, Trevor. There is lots of people.
Trevor Philips: You are so useless! Huh? Find out who did that damn robbery, alright? And if Michael Townley lives there, or anyone matching his description, or I am going to kill you and your fucking cousin! Am I being clear now?
Wade Hebert: Yes. Trevor.
Trevor Philips: Thank you, Wade. Now, smile.
(Wade begins to smile)
Trevor Philips: Yeah... Alright, that is better. Run along...
Wade Hebert: Okay.
Trevor Philips: Now, Ron. Shall we go? I cannot believe that they destroyed my statue of Impotent Rage. The cheek! Huh? The damn cheek of it.
(Trevor, Ron, Tails, and everyone else walk towards two Blazers parked outside Trevor's trailer)
Trevor Philips: I got to make a stop at Ammu-Nation. You are meeting me at The Lost MC's airfield. Take everyone else with you.
Ron Jakowski: How? This Blazer fits 2 people at most.
Trevor Philips: Figure it out! They ain't people Ron.
(Trevor drives towards Ammu-Nation)
Ron Jakowski: Come in. Come in.
Trevor Philips: I will come in your ear when I get a hold of you.
Ron Jakowski: Ahh... what are you buying at the gun shop?
Trevor Philips: I am not buying anything. I need a sniper rifle with a high-power scope.
(Trevor enters Ammu-Nation)
Trevor Philips: Melvin, how you feel about brand synergy, huh? TP Industries. Ammu-Nation. Good, 'cause you're about to make a corporate gift of a rifle, a high-powered scope and a suppressor. That sniper on your wall looks like it will do the job.
(Trevor buys the sniper rifle)
Trevor Philips: She'll do nicely. You got a scope with a suppressor for this?
(Trevor buys the scope and suppressor)
Trevor Philips: They will not here me coming. Okay.
Trevor Philips: Get that look off your face. I know you sold Cletus his gun and he ain't got three brain cells.
(Trevor leaves Ammu-Nation)
Trevor Philips: Ron, Ron, I got the gun. Meet me at the water tower just north of the airfield.
Ron Jakowski: Roger that, Trevor. Bu... but you got to look out, 'cause there's bikers all over this airstrip.
Trevor Philips: Of course there are. Two planes are touching down at the field on a weapons run. We're going to wait till the right time, and appropriate 'em.
Ron Jakowski: We are?
Trevor Philips: Yes. We are.
Ron Jakowski: I am waiting at the water tower, boss.
(Trevor arrives at the water tower)
Ron Jakowski: I am up here. I do not see the hardware, but I do see a helluva lotta bikers.
Trevor Philips: Hardware's not here yet. I am coming up. We got to wait till you can slip in there unnoticed. Should give you the time to plan a route to the gas tanker you are rigging up to blow.
(night time arrives.)
Trevor Philips: The time is right. Go on, my son, Tails, go with him.
(Ron begins to drive the Blazer towards the airfield with Tails.)
Trevor Philips: Whenever you get a doubt in your mind, I want you to remember that I'm watching you through the scope of a high-powered rifle, Ron. Tails is still new; he needs to prove himself worthy of joining TPI.
Ron Jakowski: Right, Trevor. Right. Right. Got it.
Tails: Do not worry, I will prove myself.
Trevor Philips: Now, relax. Tails, you could help Wade find Michael Townley.
Tails: sure, I will try to find him.
(Ron continues to drive towards the airfield with Tails.)
Trevor Philips: The ATV can only take you so far. Park it and don't let 'em spot ya.
Ron Jakowski: Can you see me, Trevor? Trevor? You see me?
Trevor Philips: You would not believe this, Ron. One of these idiots is having a seizure or something.
Ron Jakowski: That's me! That is me. Do not shoot.
Trevor Philips: You are having a seizure?
Ron Jakowski: I am moving! Just keep me covered, okay?
(Ron continues to move toward the air control tower with Tails.)
Ron Jakowski: Hold up! There is a guard standing under the control tower!
(Trevor kills the Lost guard at the control tower)
Ron Jakowski: Nice kill, Trevor.
Trevor Philips: Hurry it up, Ronnie.
(Ron continues to move toward the air control tower with Tails.)
Ron Jakowski: Crap! I hear an engine They're going to see that guy you shot.
Tails: Shoot the lights! Quickly, they are approaching.
(Trevor shoots out the lights)
Ron Jakowski: You got 'em. Now, do not shoot the guy in the van until he stops and gets out.
(The van drives towards Ron's location)
Ron Jakowski: Hold fire, we got to see what he is up to.
(The driver gets out of the van)
Ron Jakowski: I think he is just calling the dead guy. You can erase him now. He is out. You can put him down.
(Trevor kills the driver)
Ron Jakowski: You shoulda seen the look on his face.
Tails: Someone exited the control tower, kill him, before he spots us, or the dead bodies.
(Trevor kills the man in the control tower)
Trevor Philips: So long, sailor.
Ron Jakowski: Oh no. Bottom of the tower. Another guy is on his way. He is down there, amongst the bodies!
(Trevor kills the Lost gangster)
Ron Jakowski: Clean shot, Trev. There is another guy at the top of the tower. He is probably looking for his buddy.
(Trevor kills the second guard on the control tower)
Trevor Philips: Down he goes.
Ron Jakowski: Can you get your sights back on me and Tails? Come on, man.
(Trevor locates Ron using his sniper rifle)
Trevor Philips: I got you in my sights, so get a move on and plant that bomb on the gas tank.
(Ron begins to walk towards the gas tank)
Ron Jakowski: I can't. There is someone coming out of that building. I can hear 'em at that far door.
(Trevor kills the Lost gangster)
Ron Jakowski: Shoot, the guy had a buddy in the building. He is coming out.
(The man sees his friends' dead body)
Tails: The man has located the body. Wipe him now, before he notifies the others.
Trevor Philips: Stop speaking like that!
(Trevor kills the friend with Ron walking toward the gas tank)
Ron Jakowski: Good kill, Trevor.
(Ron reaches the gas tank)
Ron Jakowski: I am fitting it. Just keep a look out! And whatever you do, do not hit the tank. Please, man.
(A biker arrives on a motorcycle)
Ron Jakowski: Someone's coming. He is going to get me before I finish.
(Trevor shoots the biker)
Ron Jakowski: A bolt from the blue. Can you hear that? Chopper! Incoming!
Trevor Philips: I have always hated that chopper. Just drive! You are bikers!
(Trevor shoots the pilot)
Helicopter passenger: Oh cra...
(The passenger falls out of the spiralling helicopter)
Helicopter passenger: Crap!
(Trevor climbs down from his position on the water tower and drives toward the airstrip)
Ron Jakowski: The pilot plan did not work! They know they are being attacked.
(Trevor arrives near the airstrip to help Ron and Tails)
Ron Jakowski: There, in the hangar! The plane! I will get it started if you and Tails can clear the runway. I do not see none of the guys who came to your trailer here.
Trevor Philips: One dead biker is as good to me as another.
(Trevor drives/walks close to the airstrip)
Trevor Philips: I am afraid I got to confiscate this weaponry!
(Trevor and Tails kill some of the Lost bikers)
Ron Jakowski: I think I saw a man void his bowels.
Trevor Philips: Happens to the best of us, now start that plane.
(Trevor kills more Lost bikers)
Trevor Philips: Give up the guns and we can be friends again!
Ron Jakowski: Shouldn't we go find the guys who came to the trailer?
Trevor Philips: No, we should secure this hardware.
(Trevor kills more Lost bikers)
Ron Jakowski: We're ready to take off once this runway's been cleared.
Trevor Philips: Well, why don't you come out here and clear it, you lazy bum!? This is what they call an aggressive takeover.
(Trevor continues to kill more Bikers)
Ron Jakowski: Status report, Trevor.
Trevor Philips: I am up to my eyeballs in blood, sweat and excrement. How the fuck are you?
Ron Jakowski: Uhh. Fine on this end, thank you. See you soon.
Trevor Philips: Christ!
(Trevor continues to make his way toward the hangar)
Trevor Philips: Which one of you trashed my model?
(Trevor continues to kill more Lost bikers)
Trevor Philips: Make your peace, gentlemen.
(Trevor clears the runway and starts heading to the plane)
Ron Jakowski: Get in the plane, Trevor.
(Trevor gets to the plane)
Ron Jakowski: Plane's loaded up with crates, Trevor. Just like you said.
(Trevor jumps onto the right-hand wing of the plane and motions for Ron to depart)
Trevor Philips: Rest of the guns must be on that plane down the end of the runway.
(A Lost biker walks in front of the hangar as Ron starts the engine)
Trevor Philips: Vamos! Go!
(Ron gets the plane out of the hangar)
Trevor Philips: Let's go!
(Trevor kills some Lost bikers as the plane begins to turn on to the runway)
Trevor Philips: Let's see what these explosives can do.
(Trevor shoots at some more Lost bikers)
Ron Jakowski: Ain't you going to use them explosives? Blowing that bomb would probably help us out some.
(Trevor continues to shoot at Lost bikers)
Ron Jakowski: Ain't it time to use that bomb?
(Trevor continues to shoot at Lost bikers)
Ron Jakowski: Ain't you going to use them explosives? Blowing that bomb would probably help us out some.
(The plane arrives close to the second plane toward the end of the runway with Trevor jumping off the wing)
Trevor Philips: Crap
(Trevor lands on the airstrip)
Trevor Philips: Is this one free, you perma-chub pricks? Tails, get in, quick.
(Trevor gets into the plane while a Lost biker jumps on to the wing)
Trevor Philips: I suppose there's room for a passenger.
Ron Jakowski: Find a clear patch of runway and take off.
Trevor Philips: I told my contact to meet us just off the coast.
Tails: uh, Trevor? There is a biker on your wing.
Trevor Philips: I am aware of this.
Ron Jakowski: Yeah, well, you got to get him off. Do a roll or something.
Trevor Philips: While the man on my wing presents no immediate danger, I will do my best to oblige you.
Ron Jakowski: That guy is clinging on.
(Trevor, having taken off the following Ron, attempts to get the biker off the wing)
Ron Jakowski: He ain't lettin' go, is he?
(The biker loses his grip)
Ron Jakowski: You set up a buyer for these guns already? I thought we was just hitting back them for the thing with the statue.
Trevor Philips: If you had read our latest shareholder report, Ron, you'd know TP Enterprises has been exploring a take over of some Lost MC business in the armaments and narcotics sectors for some time. And that kind of requires someone to purchase our guns!
Ron Jakowski: Right. Of course. But Johnny K and the figurine?
Tails: I think I could fix that figurine.
Trevor Philips: Recent events - my impending departure included - have only expedited things. Also, when we get back, I want Tails to fix my Impotent Range statue. Immediately!
Tails: That is no problem. I will fix it.
Ron Jakowski: Trevor Philips Enterprises is a far superior organization to the Lost leather club.
Trevor Philips: Well, we hope to improve revenue streams. Cut overheads, and maximize profit, all that.
Ron Jakowski: I would not expect anything less.
Trevor Philips: For one thing, we will not be paying a bunch of idiots to stand around in cow hide sniffing engine fumes.
Ron Jakowski: It is important work you are doing out here. God knows, we need a sharp mind running things. I am blessed to be a part of it.
(Ron, Tails, and Trevor fly out of Raton Canyon and to the Pacific Ocean)
Ron Jakowski: I see a signal. You think that is your guy?
Trevor Philips: Affirmative. Make the drop.
(Trevor and Ron continue to fly toward the drop zone)
Ron Jakowski: Military base coming up. Fly low. We do not want to show on their radar.
(Trevor and Ron drop the weapons in the drop zone)
Ron Jakowski: They got the packages!
Trevor Philips: Shipment successfully delivered, Ron. Now remember, if you beat me to the airstrip, I will butcher your carcass and wrap you in cheesecloth.
Ron Jakowski: You would not really do that to me, would you?
Trevor Philips: Beat me, and you will see.
Ron Jakowski: I ain't a trainer air force pilot like you. I can just about get where I'm going, but I don't got much choice over whether it's fast or slow.
Trevor Philips: Then get better at it. Or fly through a barn.
Ron Jakowski: Would a barn slow me down?
Trevor Philips: Yep, it might do. Or it might just kill you instead.
(Trevor and Ron fly toward the airstrip in Grapeseed)
Ron Jakowski: So, the guns are going to Mexico?
Trevor Philips: Mexico. Yeah. Guy in the boat is Oscar Guzman. He is in with the cartels.
Ron Jakowski: If there is a market, this could be a way to expand the business.
Trevor Philips: Like I had not thought of that! We might be able to buy into Oscar's thing. But leave that to me, Ron.
Ron Jakowski: I am sorry to ask this, but does your contact pay well for this kind of shipment? 'Cause I've got those lawyer fees for the divorce... and my settlement costs.
Trevor Philips: Oh, he pays. Better than any in this sorry country.
Ron Jakowski: That's good to hear, man.
Trevor Philips: We'll talk about the exact split when we are grounded, okay?
Ron Jakowski: Alright, T.
(Trevor lands on the runway)
Ron Jakowski: You see, Trevor. You won. You are the better man... as if there was any doubt.
(Trevor taxis his plane into the hangar while Ron also lands leaving his on the airstrip)
Trevor Philips: I think that was adequate restitution for my Impotent Rage statue.
Ron Jakowski: That was a mighty fine statue, Trev.
Trevor Philips: That was a mighty fine piece of plastic. Glad Tails is going to try to fix it.
Tails: it is no problem, really.
Trevor Philips: Hey Ron! We got more runs. If there is one thing that they need south of that big fence, it is guns.
Ron Jakowski: Trevor Philips Industries... Technical expertise. Managerial innovations. Unstoppable.
Trevor Philips: Oh, that is right! Now go. I need to meditate. Or masturbate. Or both... Now, Tails, when you fix my Impotent Rage statue, I want you to go to Wade and help him find Michael Townley.
Tails: Alright, see you later.
THE END OF CHAPTER 9
A/N (authors note) another long one! Great. This took a while, hope you enjoyed it, I think I could add more dialogue to Tails but what could I make him say while Ron and Trevor are talking? I could not think of anything that fit in well. Hope you enjoyed, see you tomorrow, BYE!