Prologue

Nathan's Cuban 800 was his pride and joy. He had a few planes, some big, some small, some were even military aircraft, but the Cuban was his favorite. It had smooth controls, manageable speed, and no one looked twice at it. The latter was important for his career, he needed to remain inconspicuous whenever possible. It was critical that nobody looked at his plane and said "that's a smuggler." Yes, Nathan Evans was a smuggler. He made a living off transporting illicit goods to and from Los Santos, and he was good at it. He wouldn't say he was the best, that was reserved for cartels such as the Mendozas or El Rubio, but he knew how to fly under the radar. Infact, that last statement he considered more than an expression. He had experience flying before he was a smuggler. For a year and a half, Nathan was a pilot in the US Airforce. He enjoyed his time in the service, shooting down jets, destroying taliban, flying low through trees, doing as he pleased, dropping frags on refugees. Unfortunately, like all good things, it came to an end. He got in a crash after being shot down by the Taliban, resulting in him being kidnapped and tortured. He suffered through it for three days and nights before being rescued. He didn't like talking about the experience, infact, he barely ever spoke to anyone. Those who had heard him ever speak would state that he had a raspy voice that often was hard to hear. He didn't mind not having people to talk to, he enjoyed having time to himself. He would rather take time to work on his planes, jets, and helicopters than go to a party. He'd prefer to go to the shooting range and blast a few rounds down range than go on a date. His phone suddenly rang and he made a sigh that more resembled a groan than anything else.

"You've got Nathan." He said into the phone.

"Nathan, I have a job for you." Lester's creepy, high pitched voice bled out of the speaker. "I have some people doing a job in a few days, they'll need you to take the loot to the buyer."

"Who's the buyer?" Nathan asked.

"Martin Madrazo." Lester stated. Nathan whistled.

"What'd they have to do to get him to buy?" Nathan asked.

"Destroyed his patio, they're doing this to pay him off." Lester explained. "One minute, I'm getting a call from the driver." Nathan heard Lester's hold music, some japanese song Nathan could never recognize. He waited for Lester's voice to return, making some minor fixes to his Cuban while he waited. Lester's voice returned after a minute.

"Bad news, the driver canceled, no more job." Lester sighed.

"It can still happen." Nathan stated. "I can drive."

"You'll be sourcing the bikes, you think you can do that?" Lester asked.

"What's the terrain?" Nathan asked as an answer.

"Off road." Lester answered. Nathan thought for a moment, he could get those, he'd need to pull a favor but he could do it.

"I can get those, I'll need a twenty five percent cut though." Nathan stated.

"Who's cut is that coming out of?" Lester demanded.

"Whoever made Madrazo angry." Nathan responded. Lester groaned.

"Fine, I'll make the arrangements." Lester sighed. "See you in three days." Nathan hung up and stretched. He hopped off the Cuban's wing and wiped his hands off on a yellow microfiber towel. He was about to make a phone call when two nondescript individuals entered his hanger.

"Nathan, you have a minute?" one of the individuals, a woman, asked.

"Course, what's the situation?" Nathan asked. The other individual, a man, answered for the woman.

"Internal struggles, terrorist threats, and secret operations on US soil, the usual." the man stated.

"Not how I would have put it, but that's the situation." the woman sighed. "We can't disclose much, all that we can tell you is that the situation will grow as time goes on."

"Which situation?" Nathan asked, pulling a cigarette out of the box clinging tightly to his rolled sleeve. "You have so many going on I can't keep track of them."

"The one with the mercs." The man stated.

"You do owe us, what do you say about helping?" The woman asked.

"First off, I don't owe you, we've been working together for some time now." Nathan started. "And second, of course I'll help." Nathan lit his cigarette at the last statement. The woman nodded.

"Thank you, we'll keep you posted." She said before leaving the hangar. The man took a look at Nathan and smiled.

"You want to grab a drink soon? It's been a while since we've caught up." The man asked. Nathan smiled back.

"Of course, I've got a job coming up so it'll be a while, but I'll buy once we do go." Nathan told him.

"Great, thanks, I'll keep you posted on the situation." he said as he left. Nathan sighed deeply. He had quite the busy schedule now it seemed.

A/N: this is the start to a new story. I've wanted to do this for a while. And while I know it's a bit cliche at this point, I wanted to try my hand at a GTAV fic with an extra character added in. Nathan is based loosely off my GTA online character with some changes. Nathan will have his own plot going on and will be involved in most heists and have a few side missions based around him. I wrote him thinking of how he could fit into the story, and I fell rather confident on how he's going fit in. I'll be adding some GTAO content into this, mostly some vehicles, SecuroServ, etc (don't worry, there will be no Oppressor MK2). I hope you enjoy this and have fun reading this!

One more thing! I have a voice claim for Nathan. Nathan would be voiced John Bernthal, specifically his Punisher voice, with a bit more of a rasp to it.