Chapter 11: GTA 5 Prologue

"Star? Come in, Star."

"Biden, i'm taking a break." Star was given a vacant apartment building by Tony. He was also the landlord. It was already night, and Star was getting ready to sleep.

"You're in New York! Y- Y- Y- You shouldn't be wasting your break in some average apartment! Look, I pulled some strings and got you a room in a luxurious building. Trump T- T- T- Tower."

"Wait, you really did that?"

"Yup! Your room is room 332. I just want you to know you can trust me."

"That's... nice of you! I'll get going. I'll call you back when I get there. Thanks!"

The streets of New York were filled with insignia of red white and black. Banners were flown from each sky-rise. Star had to keep to the alleyways and dark corners to avoid being seen by the SS patrols. The searchlights gave the city a nightly light show, even after all the advertisement screens.

After ducking and dodging her way through New York, Trump Tower was finally within eyesight. All she needed to do was cross the street, and she would be home-free. She waited for the searchlights to deviate from her part of the street, then she dashed.

She tripped, fell, and was apprehended by two guards.

"What are you doing outside during curfew?" One of the guards said. He had brown hair, which was hard to see on account of him wearing an SS hat.

"Erm… It's important police business!"

"Otto, do we have anyone scheduled to be here?"

"No, Peter." The one with the brown hair was Otto, the other was Peter.

"Oh well." Otto started raising his submachine gun.

"Wait!" The other grabbed the gun handle. "Look at her! Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, she's an Aryan! We should let her go!"

Otto put his gun down and looked at him, squinting "Peter, are you some sort of White Supremacist?"

"Wh- yeah?"

"That's not cool, dude."

"But… we're literally in the SS!"

"Yes. The Social-Distancing Squad." Otto raised his submachine gun at him.

"We're sending people to re-education camps!"

"It's free education. I wouldn't mind going to one, good alternative to college."

"We've literally renamed the city to the 'New York Reich!'"

"That's just a coincidence." Otto's finger was on the trigger, and it was shaking "Peter… are you a Nazi?"

"Look, this is just one big misunderstanding-" Peter was silenced as the submachine gun was fired.

"Say 'auf Wiedersehen' to your Nazi balls!" He slung the gun over his shoulder and turned to where Star was "Alright, now you-" She was gone.

The Inside of Trump Tower was grand. It had a grand plaza with desks scattered about. There was a collection of escalators and elevators so you could choose how you wanted to get to your room. Star approached one of the receptionists.

"I've got room 332, official police business." Star flicked open some sunglasses and put them on "Make it quick. It's important government business."

"Alright… can you wait a second?"

"Sure!"

"Hm… Ok. I have your key." The desk worker gave her the key.

"Thanks!" Star took it and headed towards an elevator.

Meanwhile, in the penthouse above Trump Tower, Trump got a knock on his door.

He opened it, revealing SS guards. Except these weren't the Social-Distance Squadron. These were the actual schutzstaffel. There were 2 of them. Trump couldn't get help from the hotel guards because they've been seized by the New York Government. So, he had to go for a more unorthodox approach.

"Reichsmarschall Trump." One of them tipped their hat. "We heard you were getting the team back together."

"Trevor! I haven't seen you for years! Look, it's for one last job. No blood, it'll be clean."

"Yeah, we saw your plans you sent us. So, should we start? We've already got the getaway driver ready."

"Hang on. We need to get in our disguises." Trump and his team put on their Balaclavas. "Alright, let's roll."

Trump and his team were loaded up on weaponry. Trump and his team all had Carbine Rifles, except one. Brad, who was their explosives guy. He had a shotgun.

They took the elevator down to the ground floor plaza. As the elevator door opened, Trevor said "Remember, no russian."

They moved out, taking the desk attendants hostage. Brad rounded them up, but hotel security was quick. They locked the doors and elevators leading to the rooms with a remote.

"Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt." Trump was with Trevor, trying to get past the door.

"Aarrgh!" Trevor hit the door with the butt of his gun "Open the door, or they'll get worse than hurt!"

The guard panicked, and unlocked the doors. Trevor kicked it open and immediately knocked the guard down.

Trump went through the doors after Trevor "Hands behind your back!"

"Come on mister, we're giving you everything you want…" The guard had blood running down his head.

As Trump tied the guard up, one of the attendants went for the silent alarm "Don't even think about it!" Trump raised his rifle. The attendant put his hands up.

Brad brung the other attendants into the guard room "Sit tight, I'll handle the 'Plastic'" Brad went forward with explosives in hand.

Trump kicked the tied up guard away "Listen up!" He pointed his gun at everyone "Get in the back closet! Come on! Hurry!" They all complied, and retreated into a walk-in closet. They were then locked in.

Brad returned shortly afterwards "All set! Phone it in."

"I'm making the call!" Trump took out his phone and tweeted "'Detonate'" On his alt account. He would give anything to get his main account back.

An explosion rocked Trump Tower. The key vault was blown open.

"Alright! We're doing this!" Trevor led the charge into the key vault "Show me the keys!" They rapidly looked for the key to 332, throwing paper aloft in a frantic bid.

"Here!" Trump found it "Lets go!"

Trevor moved forwards through the next doors, and behind him Trump. But as they left, Trump was taken from behind by a guard. He was hiding in the blind spot on the doorway and got a tight grip on Trump.

"I got him!" He pulled the mask off. "I saw your face! I'll remember you!" The guard jammed a glock into Trump's temple. Trevor turned back and raised his rifle.

"You forget a thousand things everyday. How 'bout you make sure this is one of 'em?" Trump tried using his expert business negotiating skills.

Trevor waited for the guard's response. He was still adamant, so he shot the guard in the head.

Trump pushed the guard's body off himself "You didn't have to do that!"

"Let's get going. There'll be time for grieving later."

They advanced further into Trump Tower, ascending to the floor where Star was. The elevator opened to a hallway, wherein a row of doors had numbers from 320-340. Brad set an explosive on door 332 and the team stacked up on it. Guns raised, back to back, looking like a SWAT team sent by Kamala Harris about to break into the house of someone who swore back in 1st grade.

"Breaching!" The explosion blew open the door. They moved in, checking corners as they swept the room.

Star was in the bathroom clutching a gun. She heard the explosion earlier. She was aiming her gun right at the door. And when the bathroom door was kicked open, she fired. Trump's Staffel was all stacked up so when Star shot, the bullets traveled from one body to another. But they shot back. Wildly so, missing most of their shots. But some still hit.

By the end of it all, Trevor was dead. Trump was down, and Brad was half conscious. Star was on the ground with every move sending waves of pain through her body.

Through blurred vision Brad slowly started loading his shotgun. Star did the same to her pistol.

Brad got one shell in before Star. He took aim, vaguely. But the weight of the shotgun was too much for his shot out arms. Star quickly aimed and got a perfect shot at the head.

Star threw the pistol to her side and got up, leaning on the sink. She stepped over the bodies of Trump's team and went for the radio.

"Biden! Come in Biden!" No response. Star panicked, and switched the channel to Marco's radio "Marco! Come in!" Again, no response.

Star put her finger on the off switch about to press, when all of a sudden the radio cracked alive "Star, it's like midnight."

"Marco! I've had a shootout with Donald Trump in Trump Tower! Get me out of here!"

"What- Actually i'm not surprised. But can't you go to a hospital?"

"They'll question me! I'll get arrested!"

"Why do you need my help specifically?"

"You're my partner! Where are you anyway?"

"I'm on the outskirts of the city. I can probably get to you in a few minutes considering the empty streets."

"Please, pick me up!"

"Can't you use your scissors? You can go to another dimension for help."

"I left that at home. Along with anything else magic."

"...Why?"

"I've never seen a cop movie with magic."

"But when we were in the restaurant-" Marco sighed "Nevermind. I'll do it, on one condition."

"What is it?"

"You abandon the investigation and come back to Echo Creek with me."

"I-" Star paused and looked down at her bloodied arm "Fine. Get here quick!"