So...that's been how many months since I updated this story? Since August I see.
Ouch.
Well, first of all, sorry for the long wait. If you all thought the story was dead, my bad. As for those wondering, you can just DM me.
Hopefully, you all will like this next chapter, I made you guys wait, but you will love this.
Enjoy
Weazel news, with the latest update from the street, I'm Bill Mortenson.
"In Strawberry, the police were called in for a shooting that occurred on Innocence Ave, but arrived to find a bloodbath. With over seven people killed by gunshots after what witnesses describe was 'a hail of bullets being fired' that caused dozens of people to run and scatter in panic."
"On CCTV footage, we see groups of people fleeing the scene, with one of them holding a semi-automatic pistol, police suspect this was the gunman. And by the looks of it, the shooter is just a kid."
"No arrests have been made currently, but the police say that with the location of the shooting, this must've been related or had something to do with the Chamberlain Gangsters Families gang that claim this neighborhood as part of their territory. The spokesperson of the LSPD shared that information with us."
"Most likely, there was a scuffle between the gang members and the homeless." The spokesperson stated in the camera. "We don't know the content of that conversation, but we suspect that it intensified into a fight, that only escalated into a shootout."
"Are the police closer to whom the gang members are?" Bill questioned. "And are you planning any arrests?"
"I cannot state to you now at the moment, what the content of the investigation is, but I can assure you this. Whoever is responsible for this, will be sought and apprehended."
"While the LSPD gave us further information about the shootout, they announced also the names of all the victims who died in this alley. All of whom were homeless people who resided underneath the Olympic Freeway. With the youngest victim being a twenty-year-old woman, who died on her way to the hospital."
"Seven lives, all range from the ages of eighteen to thirty-one. All lost in a deadly shooting that this neighborhood hasn't seen in years."
"And all that life lost for what? The police spokesperson simplified by this one, all to common subject that plagued these communities: Drugs."
"Weazel 11 news spoke with one witness, a homeless person who was there in the scene, and told us in detail on what occurred on that night. As he asked to be not identified, for a unknown reason, she did not want to disclose."
"I was there to score some SPANK, heard some dealer was there. So I checked out." The female sounded, sniffing her nose. "I saw a ton of muthafuckas out there. From all over town. Then when a couple of niggas from Strawberry showed up, they started badmouthing, throwing and then fighting, before another motherfucker pulled out a strap, and emptied the clip all over the alley. I got out fast the moment I saw him pull it out."
Bill asked. "You mean there were more people there to purchase drugs? From where?"
"Shit, from all over town, I tells ya! All fiends who want this white powder, and let me tell you, that shit's the bomb. Way better than any rocks I smoked in my life. Dealer was selling at the discount, so everybody wanted something of it."
"The dealer, what does he look like?"
"I ain't no snitch, but I tell you one thing, he ain't from LS." The female said with the hoodie. "I know people in this town, but I know for sure he's some dude with a good supplier. Because you ain't finding SPANK anywhere else around this city - Supply is high, but access is low!"
"The interview got interrupted slowly after she refused to answer more questions. But the fact this new drug, called 'SPANK' was mentioned, brought law enforcement to raise up rather uncomfortable realities."
That's where the LSPD spokesperson told us about it.
"We're seeing a rise of this new drug called 'SPANK' popping up all around the city." The officer told the news. "I cannot answer further questions about it, but I can tell you that we're fully aware of the new drug that is hitting our streets. And we advise everyone in the city to be vigilant."
"Police have given little information out about this new drug, but with the recent spike of violent crime in districts like Strawberry, Davis, Vespucci, East Beach and East Los Santos. It might show the precedent of a new drug epidemic that could swallow this city, and that is where both law enforcement and city officials are trying to put a hold to it. I'm Bill Mortenson, Weazel 11 news."
ZAP!
That was the television just being turned off with a remote, and it was done by one of the employees of the Rabat Bar.
It was the name of a Moroccan Hookah Bar that was located in Vespucci Beach near the projects. And close enough to the beach.
Sitting outside on the lounge were Naruto and Gerald, sitting and taking puffs from the Hookah water pipe they were using, with each a mouth piece of their own as they had listened to then news that just on the television.
Gerald blew out a cloud of smoke from his mouth as he really wished he could relax now, but needed to go outside his neighborhood, talking with Naruto about the latest developments.
"You know why I wanted to speak with you, Ruto. so I'm just getting to the point." Gerald began, handing over the pipe stick without the mouth piece on. "Shit's gone real bad since last night."
"It pretty much is," Naruto said, inhaling and blowing out the smoke from his mouth before continuing. "Seeing you don't go out much, let alone the neighborhood, I pretty much figured out it wasn't a social call."
"Yeah, sorry about that, but I needed to go out to speak with you. Somewhere in a public place away from the nonsense." Gerald answered, taking precautions. "With the police now being present anywhere around Strawberry, you cannot be to careful."
When the news said the police was strengthening its presence in the Strawberry area, they weren't kidding. With police officers on the streets with homicide detectives asking questions, it will be awhile before things could get back to normal.
"God damn idiots…"
Naruto guessed. "You mean Lamar and the guys?"
"Yeah, those three. Boys should've just called for backup and wait." Gerald began before getting to the point. "But there's no going back, we can only keep going forwards."
"So, what do you want to talk about exactly?" Naruto asked, taking a sip from his cold soda drink.
"Lamar told me you had the piece," Gerald said, referring to the gun that was used in the deadly shooting. "You still have it?"
Naruto shook his head. "No, it was dumped, fished it out, dismantled it, and the rest is history."
"Good to hear that because I don't want anything to be traced back to us." Gerald said, glad hearing one less concern on his mind. "Because for now, Sams is going away for now, he's going to hide with some folks up north."
"Up north?"
"Oak Town, near the Valley. He's going to hide out there until the heat dies down." Gerald answered him. "He's already got a warrant out for him, and he's one of my best shooters, so I don't like to see him go away behind bars for now."
Naruto questioned then. "What about Dice and Lamar?"
"Dice will stick to school, he'll be lying low for now, we got his back, don't worry about it." Gerald said before bringing up. "It's Lamar I want to talk to you about…."
Listening to this, Naruto paid closer attention as he made sure the coast was clear, and it indeed was.
"What about him?"
"It's not just about Lamar, but mainly Stretch. We don't trust him anymore." Gerald began with his serious voice that he often used. "Me, Vern, and some of the other OG's are suspecting him."
"About what?"
"Everything, from talking behind our backs to trying to push some new shit." Gerald named up those two things before asking his friend. "You remember that drug called SPANK?"
"The new drug in town, yes." Naruto answered, "Haven't been able to escape that word for a while, why you ask?"
A pair of female joggers were seen running past the two gangsters who were having a conversation.
Gerald resumed. "Last night - just a few hours before the shooting. He had called in a meeting with the OGs. saying he had an opportunity for us: and guess what? He pulled out a damn brick of that shit on the table."
"A brick?" Naruto looked concerned. "How the hell did Stretch get that?"
"Nobody knows, Stretch didn't even tell us who his connect is, but that's not all." Gerald went on to explain how Stretch proposed to sell this drug on Family turf through their guys on the streets and use their distribution networks that they still used.
And this offer did not only extend to Chamberlain Hills, but to all the Family sets that were aligned and affiliated to the CGF, and even to the rival Family gangs like the Carson Avenues who Stretch had also approached with this same deal of supplying them.
Having done this all behind the back of Vernon, only made his chances of getting this deal done, almost non-existent.
"And what was the decision?" Naruto asked the CGF shot collar.
"Vern was pissed of, that's what happened." Gerald said, not wanting to recall that night in detail. "It turned into a shouting match between him and Stretch, how he even thought of doing this behind the homies backs."
Not even needing to bring out the fact the violence this drug brought with it caused the likes of Vern and Gerald himself, to really consider banning SPANK from being moved, used and distributed in and around Strawberry.
Last night, with this event, a decision was made; the Chamberlain Gangster Families set had official spread the word on banning the sales of SPANK, with the news spreading across all over South Central, and Los Santos in general.
And this sentiment of keeping this drug out wasn't only on the minds of the CGF set, as slowly this drug caused somehow all, if not all of the gangs to either get in on the SPANK trade, or totally avoid it.
Naruto nodded to this, understandable as Vern was serious when it comes to street gang politics.
"What are you going with here?" Naruto asked, wanting to get back to where Lamar was mentioned. "You told me Lamar was in this."
Gerald looked back up and looked Naruto straight in the eye.
"We're thinking Stretch is siding more with the Ballas now, with Sams, having told me that he spotted him with a few Davis Ballas cruising by your spot a few weeks back…and we believe he's going to try to set up Lamar as a peace offering."
After hearing this, Gerald expected an outright reaction of the fact a possible contract was put on his head, instead-
"Honestly, I cannot say that I'm surprised by this. Given, the past few months have been hectic." Naruto said calmly, putting his bottle down. "I do however feel like you're going to ask me about Lamar, so what is it?"
"Keep an eye on Lamar, would you?" Gerald requested, with a frustrated sigh. "Nigga's a pain in the ass, but he's loyal, and we tried getting in contact with Franklin, but seeing how he moved out suddenly."
"Yeah, I know. Frank's living in the hills now." Naruto mentioned. Only a few hours ago, Naruto went on to pick up Gerald from the projects, when he saw a moving van in front of Franklin's house, and with confirmation. He was told Lester had given Franklin a house in the hills for tax purposes, but also as a present for his good work.
"Yeah, because he moved out, we couldn't get a hold on him." Gerald stated, being a person who rarely talks over the phone. "So do us a favor, me and Vern."
Naruto nodded and agreed.
"Sure, I'll keep an eye on Lamar for us." Gerald repeated his plea, taking another hit from the pipe before standing back up and preparing to leave. "If things are getting more heated for the next few months, cats like him are the soldiers we just need."
Finishing his bit on the water pipe, Naruto also decided to stand up on his feet. "That's enough sitting around."
"Got business to handle today?"
"Something like that," Naruto replied, countering the question. "How about you? If you're going back to the hills, I can-"
"Nah, I'll call a homie to pick me up." Gerald said, he pulled out a note of 100 dollars and left it underneath the hookah pipe. "Lucky that there is a decent Hookah bar like this one."
"There are enough bars like these-"
"That isn't owned by some dumbass student liberals." Gerald stated, a bit of distaste for it. "Even though they're part of my customer base, they really ruin everything lately."
Naruto chuckled, "First time hearing you talk like that. And you're not the politics kinda guy."
"Only politics I care are business and taxes less taxes for me, less regulation." Gerald stated before walking off down the beach. "I'll keep you in touch."
"Later."
The two parted ways, with Naruto walking over the opposite side of the Gerald's way.
Having walked a distance, Naruto had finally arrived at the parking lot near Vespucci Beach. It was actually the very same one that laid directly next to Trevor's current house of living, with the dockworker and his cousin.
The lot was relatively packed, with many cars belonging to beach goers but also residents who live here, and a couple o taxi cars, some from different cab companies were waiting for any fares for them to get by listening over the radio.
A few were even part of Raul's cab company, not noticing one of their bosses was walking over towards the car he was about to enter:
An black and orange Tailgater S sedan, Naruto's personal car that he used very often if ever. Mainly because he'd use the motorcycle Hakuchou Drag he liked riding with. One of his small collection of vehicles he owned.
Using the key to unlock his four-door car, he entered it with the interior being a replica of his work, with help of Hao and Benny, with multiple drawings and paintings he chose, livery gear and all other modifications he couldn't bring up out of his head.
Closing the door, Naruto pulled out his phone and went through his messages, seeing there were only a few, from Benny about repairs that were complete, and a few texts from some companies that were delivering auto parts to the garage.
One text did catch his eye, Trevor, who had told him about everything being prepared, with it meaning the FIB job, they were to meet up for the hit today.
But even that was not the top priority on his mind. His head was still scrambled up from what happened last night.
How he and his mother, from one moment were struggling for the knife she was about to plunge into his back, to voluntarily kissing each other by committing one of the most unspeakable taboos he'd never expected to do.
He made out with his own mother.
"How in fuck's name did that happen?" Naruto asked himself the question about the situation he was in. With the state of his family being beyond normal, to the standards he had seen across the city, he'd better asked the question:
Was his family specially so fucked up? Because the last ten years, with his dad Minato having gone away to join a group, his brother gone awol, and his sister being gone through hell and adding the new sibling he had. He really began questioning the position he was in and how it came to this place.
"I need a coffee."
Starting the engine, The Tailgater S soon left the parking lot and drove off.
After having driven off a few blocks, Naruto had parked his car somewhere up in Vinewood, in the Hawick area, where many businesses were located, including some coffee shops that he knew had good flavors.
Entering one of them, Naruto just walks towards the counter, having not slept much, he needed a power up to keep him awake for a few more hours and approached the uniformed barista for his order, seeing there was no line, he quickly got to ask.
"Hey, can I have a black coffee, please?"
going to the back, "In a second,sir." The barista replied. She disappeared into the back of the store for a moment. Leaving Naruto to be by himself for a moment.
He turned his back around and leaned against the counter while pulling out a cigarette from his pack, and putting it into his mouth.
Just when he wants to reach for his lighter-
"Freeze!"
Looking back up, Naruto watched through the windows, how a pair of police officers forced a hoodie wearing man down to the ground with one holding the suspect at gunpoint.
"Don't you fucking move." The pistol wielding officer shouted to the cuffed suspect as his partner began searching him. "You're under arrest!"
"FOR WHAT?" The suspect spat out, looking like he hadn't been sleeping for days. "FOR WHAT-"
"Got it!" The searching officer said, pulling out small sealed off plastic bags that contained white powdered substances. "Look what we got here."
'Hey, that's my-"
"Your product, yeah it is. You're under arrest, buddy." The arresting officer pull the man back up and forced him against the wall. "For possession of an illegal substance and resisting arrest."
The people inside the coffee shop watched on as the cops brought the drug peddler away to their squad car, with insults being given left and right, the arrested person was shoved in the back of the car.
It was then when a cup of coffee was placed on the counter, just when Naruto had his back turned to the woman who served him.
"Your coffee, sir."
Naruto turned around, wanting to pay bar the barista for her service, not knowing she had a familiar voice that he hadn't heard for years.
"Thanks, ma'am…."
….
Standing right in front of him was someone he recognized on the spot, and the last person he expected to be working here. Having not seen her for nearly five years, his old childhood friend, former classmate, and his first love interest looked good in that barista apron, her dark-blue hair tied in a cute knot. Her fairly light skin and those pretty purple eyes unique as gems, Hinata Hyuga looked just as beautiful as ever.
They both stood frozen at each other's gazes, and not a word was uttered out by either of the two.
"H-Hinata?"
"N-Naruto?"
Hours later
Having arrived first at the FIB owned lockup, Franklin came by with his motorcycle and was leaning against it, scrolling through his phone as he awaited for the others to come.
With all the gear collected. The trash truck that was stolen from Mirror Park, that was going to be used to block the road in front of the armored van.
The tow car that was jacked in Banning. Which was going to be used to knock the bastards off the road, that was going to be his part on this job.
And the disguises they were going to use, that were in the duffle bags that Michael had bought.
Now the only thing that was missing were the others, having only an hour left for the van to leave, Franklin patiently waited for their arrival as he had his mind on something else at the moment.
Last night's shooting had caused a lot of things to stir up, with the deaths having climbed up to eight. With the violence in his own neighborhood taking up again after all these years, the Chamberlain Hills native was glad to know h moved out.
Yes, Franklin had moved out of his Forum Drive home he shared with his aunt, and got himself a house in the Vinewood Hills that was given to him by Lester who needed someone to live in there for tax purposes. Not that it mattered to him much, because now he had a place of his own in one of the most luxurious parts of the city.
There was however something came with it, blow back from people living in his own community who started lecturing him and cussing him out over loyalty, to which even his own aunt Denise did not miss the opportunity to guilt-trip him for getting out.
But also, and he knew this for a fact, was because he had money, and jealousy, both played a part for those complainers. Something he hoped never to hear from these fools again.
"Hey."
Looking right up, he saw Michael pull up in his rental car as the first other arrival. Parking up first before coming out and walk towards him.
"What's crackin'. Where T at?"
"Right there." Michael pointed out. Referring to Trevor, his truck just happened to arrive right behind Michael's rental.
"So we really finna do this shit?" Franklin began over on what they were about to do. "We're finna risk our lives to robe some motherfucking government killers again?"
"Yup," Michael answered shortly, not liking it himself in one bit, he turned see Trevor coming out of the truck, and just Trevor.
"Hey," Michael asked his friend. "Where's Naruto?"
Trevor held his hands up, not knowing where he is himself.
"Shit." Michael responded, turning to Franklin. "Do you know where he could be?"
"Nah, homie."
"Great, just when you need him, he isn't available." Michael groaned out in frustration before asking. "Does he know about it happening today?"
"He knows." Trevor told them. "Had send him an discrete text, of course. But he knows."
"Alright, alright. Listen up here's the plan" Michael pulled out his phone and went straight to business, a picture of the area where they'd set up the trap.
"Alright, Trevor?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you in this position up here, okay? You're on lookout." Michael pointed out for the best sniper out of the group, being the one on the high ground providing support. "Give me heads up when the armored car comes up."
Trevor nodded. "Okay, yeah."
"I'm gonna be right here. In the garbage truck blocking the road way." " Michael pointed out his own position before telling Franklin's part. "Franklin, you're in the alley in the tow truck. Hope is they pull right up in front of you. When they do, you come at 'em hard...bam!"
"Shit, here's hopin."
"Yeah, after the hit, we blast open the doors. Grab up all the cash, bonds, whatever it is. I take it to Haines' guy." Michael finished. Wrapping up the plan.
Franklin spoke. "Its all a little hopeful, homie. For a four man's crew, I mean."
"As long as I'm not on the ground when the sh*t goes down, okay?" Trevor asked, getting an reply from Michael.
"When shit goes down, we'll handle it." Michael repeated to Trevor. "You stay up here on your post, eyes peeled. We'll take the risk. Sound cool?"
"Yeah."
"Shit, you're the professional, dog."
"At least we're not wearing clown outfits." Trevor stated relieved. "There's a plus."
Did he happen to jinx it by reminding Michael. "Right, the masks."
"...What?"
"I had bought four, but we cannot wait for Naruto now, so this will do."
Walking up to the duffle bags, Michael zipped them right open for them to see what he had bought. Letting the other two see the content of what was bought as their disguises, with Trevor being the first one to comment on what he saw.
"Real professional." Ever summed it up, in the most sarcastic way possible.
Moments later, coming out of the building through the front door, three men wearing boil suits, with Trevor wearing a monkey mask, Michael wearing a skull one, while Franklin was given a hockey mask.
"Hahaha hahaha!"
It was Trevor who made a fake laugh at this disguise they were wearing, getting only a groan from Michael, who knew that he'd get this reaction.
"Let's do this." Michael spoke while walking past them. "Keep radio silence until we arrived at Cypress Flats."
"What about Naruto?" Franklin asked, concerned. "You sure we can pull this off by our own?"
"He'll come, don't sweat about it, kid." Michael answered, entering the trash car.
"Sure, but-"
"Franklin, now, I need you to focus. So please," Michael turned his head around to his protégé and told him. "Do your part, get in the vehicle, and get to your position." Sounding rather aggravated, Michael held back as he was already stressed out because of this job, it was to the point Franklin realized to not add any more worries to the professional bank robber.
"Aight, sorry." Franklin apologized and ran over to the tow truck. "See you there."
"Yeah, let's go."
Michael awaited as he saw Trevor and Franklin had already left the premise, with him being left alone to wonder in his own thoughts.
As much as he hated to admit it, Franklin was right, for a job like this, an four men's crew was more preferable than just three.
"Damn it, kid. Where are you now?" Michael muttered to himself underneath his mask.
Ping!
His phone went off, a message was sent to Michael as he pulled it up.
It was anonymous, and it read:
'N here, count on me, I'm on my way. Delete it after reading it.'
Michael was glad to read it.
"Knew you'd come, kid."
Igniting the engine with the keys, Michael left as last, going straight for Cypress Flats.
"Time for a job to be done."
30 minutes later
Driving through the industrial part of LS, a disguised Michael in the trash truck had arrived at the main road that was part of the route of the IAA's illegal funds. As they were right on schedule, he parked the truck right in the middle of the road.
The street was empty, which in itself was odd given the location, but it was for the best. Fewer chances of civilian witnesses or casualties getting caught in the potential crossfire.
Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, the nerves were rising a bit for Michael, as he waited for a moment before going through the speaker conversation to confirm his position.
"Alright, T. I'm in position. What's the ETA?"
"Looking for them…"
Trevor was already positioned in one of the industrial towers, with Michael waiting for his confirmation of the armored van being sighted.
Then it came.
"I got a visual on the target. Should be with you any moment."
Michael took one big puff of air into his lungs, and waited for the signal.
"Alright, Mike, move it."
Kicking in the gas pedal, Michael drove up the trash truck forwards, as it went all the way through the empty street.
"Get the truck in position. Across both lanes, remember."
And that is exactly what was done in a matter of moments. The trash truck had driven across both lanes, and then stopped right there, causing the road to be blocked for both sides.
Having done his part, Michael called it in for the next phase.
"I'm stopped, you're on, F."
Just then, when he spoke it through the speaker, the green Gruppe Sechs armored truck entered the street, and was driving inwards, seeing that something was blocking the road.
The armored van kept on driving forwards, but was easing down on the gas and slowing down. The driver and his shotgun seat man were both wondering what was going on.
"Did Public Works change their schedule?"
"I wouldn't know, after those shootings, I heard the unions were revamping everything."
The armored truck then finally stopped, not realizing that from the left side of the truck, coming from a narrow gap between two buildings, a tow truck was heading right towards them.
And the one driving it was Franklin, putting the pedal to the metal.
"You better brace yourselves, you motherfuckers!"
The tow truck kept on taking speed, second by second, the faster it went, the more power it got, and the more power it got-
BAM!
The stronger the impact was, with Franklin's tow truck having hit the armored truck's side, and ramming it off the road!
The impact was so powerful, that the armored truck flipped to the side and destroyed a small brick wall by impact, knocking the vehicle out of commission, with the driver and co-driver also out now.
The second phase got completed, with Michael quickly getting out of the trash truck with his H&K HK416 rifle.
"Come on! Fit the sticky bombs!"
Franklin joined in, getting out of the now thrashed tow truck and pulling out some explosives from his suit and running towards the backdoors of the ambushed money van.
Placing two pieces of explosives on each door, he then took distance from it.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Blast it!"
Franklin didn't hesitate, and pressed the detonator.
BOOM!
The two doors blasted open from the explosion, having definitely warned every cop on the ten-mile radius by now.
Two persons were seen inside the van, both still conscious, but having their ears drums being pierced through by the explosion.
"Everyone out, Let's go!" Michael shouted at them, pulling out the two unarmed guards, one by one. "On the ground now! Move it!"
"My fucking ears!" The first guard shouted loud, in complete pain. "I'm fucking deaf! You complete pricks!"
Both men were dragged out by Michael, who entered the back of the van, searching for any valuables.
"Clean out the van! I got the guards!" Franklin shouted, aiming his AK at the two unarmed security guards, both of whom were beginning to bleed from the ears.
"The alarm's been tripped. The cops will be swarming here in ten seconds. You better run!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Franklin warned the guards with his gun aimed at them. "Come on, M, hurry up!"
"Wait a second!"
Michael searched through the open layers, finding almost nothing but documents with stamps on it that had IAA on it, with some of them being money bonds.
But also some letters that had the words 'Classified' on it.
"What's taking you so long?"
"Back off for a moment, F! There's more here than our contact said there was!"
"Take it all then!" Franklin shouted in response. Michael did that and began grabbing any document he could find and propped it under his boiler suit.
"You're making a bad mistake by taking those dossiers!" One of the guards shouted. "They're all classified IAA!-"
"I told you to shut the fuck up!" Franklin warned, having done that twice.
They didn't notice that someone else was coming up from behind the guards.
"You're fucked! The cops-"
THUD!
"What-"
THUD!
The two guards fell forwards on their faces, being knocked from behind by the butt of a pistol that was held by Trevor.
"Good night, boys..."
"T, what are you doing down here?" An confused Franklin asked. "Aren't you supposed to be up that tower?"
"I was, until I got a text." Trevor said, pulling out his phone. "It said that I'd need to come down, change of plans, H."
"Who the hell is H?" It was then that Michael came out of the truck, and there he saw Trevor standing right in front of him.
"Trevor, what the fuck are you doing down here?!"
"Don't make me repeat myself-"
"Please calm down and keep eyes on the roads, guys."
The fourth and new voice, a female one, got the three robbers in action to react in confusion, wondering who it was.
"Who's this?" Michael demanded over the line, "Whoever you are, I promise you that you won't last long."
"You can keep the threats for someone else, old man. I'm just here to tell you that I've blocked the alarm trigger of the armored van for five minutes and texted the old meth head on the tower to come down., that's all I got to say, goodbye."
"Wait, wha-"
"Beeeeeeep!-"
The phone call died, and this left the three disguised robbers confused to what was happening.
"Old meth head, that's not a fair statement." Trevor said to that. "I'm more of an recreational meth enthusiast."
"Okay, this is officially the weirdest job have ever done." Franklin said, turning to Trevor as he'd notice something. "And Ruto still isn't here, where is he?"
"Look there!"
The three turned towards the one end of the street, to see an ambulance driving towards them with the full lights on.
And guess who was in the driver seat - Naruto dressed as an EMT guy in a blue uniform.
Trevor couldn't help but laugh. "And here comes the fourth and final member of the crew. Ha!"
The ambulance drove past them before it stopped, right next to the tow truck before the backdoors opened up widely: revealing another person in an EMT uniform to be there.
"Anyone called an ambulance?" Gustavo Mota jokingly stated, gesturing them. "Get in, the cops will be here soon."
Having no time to spare, Michael entered in first with Franklin, just when Gustavo was coming out of the wagon.
"G, what are you doing?"
Running towards the middle of the street, Gustavo then threw improvised made spikes around the street.
"Diversion tactics." Gustavo stated before telling Trevor. "Get in the back, old man, and close the door."
"What about the tow truck and the trash truck?" Trevor questioned, seeing then how the Hispanic guy ran up towards the middle of the two stolen vehicles.
"Enjoy the fireworks."
Gustavo pulled out two hand grenades and yanks the pins out before throwing one under each vehicle before dashing out and running for the ambulance passenger's seat.
"Hit it!"
The ambulance drove off, just when both grenades exploded. Making both vehicles burst into flames and shout out fire.
It took a while before the first cops arrived on the scene, and the cars were unable to see the spikes on the streets until they felt the wheels getting punctured and forcing them to push for the brakes.
One of the cops came out of the cruiser, and looked at the ravaged scene and the two unconscious security guards, seeing they were too late.
The robbers had escaped.
Back with the ambulance, the crew were watching how their escape was continuing, with cop cars driving past them to get towards Cypress Flats, not suspecting one thing about the ambulance.
Sitting in the back, Michael watched with laughter and turned his face towards the driver sear.
"Kid, you just made one brazen escape. Good job."
Naruto just chuckled while focusing on the road. "It's nothing, Mike. Just called in a few favors. Plus, I had to pay two people."
"Including me, fool. But I ask for only five." Gustavo said. "But Harris, man, you're lucky she only asked for ten."
"Harris?" Trevor questioned that name. "That the name of the woman that texted me?"
"Yes, Paige Harris, goth, tomboy and one of the best hackers in the city." Naruto answered that question while naming the hacker girl's credentials. "She's the reason why the alarm was halted for a few precious minutes that allowed us to leave peacefully."
"Well, tell her that I find the meth head comment very judgmental." Trevor pointed out. "Because I don't like that lady tone if I got to be fair."
Gustavo snickered. "That's her alright, Paige can come across as a sarcastic person, but she means well."
"Ugh…" Franklin held his hand over his chest, causing Michael to pay attention to him.
"F?"
"I'm aight, just pain, that's all." Franklin grunted a bit. "That impact of ramming that van off the road, that hurt, ain't going to lie."
"No offense, but that's also not the brightest idea to use a tow truck to ram it off." Naruto pointed out while continuing to drive. "Use a pickup truck next time."
The ambulance truck kept on driving off.
Later: Night
After having dropped off most of the other crew members, and making sure the heat died down. Naruto was left with Michael to drive towards Haines' guy.
In Michael's rental car, they were driving just through Buen Vino Road on the Tongva Hills, one of the most luxurious places of LS for the richest people of the city.
And lying there was the mansion that was like a dream mansion for those who couldn't afford it. With the property featuring a terrace with palms and a swimming pool in its back way and a outlook of the whole area.
The car stopped right in front of the main gate, where two security guards were waiting for them, and having spotted the car, they neared the gate.
Michael eyed the guards out of suspicion, not knowing what he was dealing with, having only seen this guy once in the FIB interrogation job. He hoped, at least, this guy was less of an asshole hen Haines is.
"Got the documents, kid?"
Naruto nodded and pulled the envelope out and handed it over to him. As he planned to wait in the car.
"Please, just drop them off, and leave."
"You not want to come in?" Michael asked.
Naruto shook his head. "I got other things on my mind, and I do not want to hear this prick's voice again."
Able to understand it, Michael spared him the stress and agreed on it to go alone.
"Point taken. Wait here."
Exiting the car and walking for the closed gate by his own, getting then approached by the guards who were showed to be armed.
"Got a package for Devin Weston."
One of the guards turned around and called in, while the other kept an eye on Michael.
"Package for Mr. Weston."
As they awaited for conformation, Naruto just watched as he exchanged glances with the other guard who took a mental picture of the person in the vehicle, seemingly examining him as if he recognized him.
"Come in."
The gate opened, allowing Michael to enter the mansion property, being escorted of course by the security guards, leaving Naruto by his own in the car as the gates closed and Michael walked down further.
"Watch out, Mike." Naruto advised him, narrowing his eyes. "People like him are the real fucking criminals."
Ping!
This time, Naruto's phone went off.
Michael walked down further until he finally spotted the billionaire Devin Weston, leaning against his black Adder super car. A fine piece of driving technology that of course a rich person like he owns as he was busy on his phone.
Ready to hand over the dossier, Michael then got to hear Devin say:
"Yeah and I'm telling you that I don't give a flying fuck." Devin stated, having just send a text message to someone right before Michael.
Man, he's a prick.
"There you go, there you go." Devin laughed to himself. "Boom! So long, motherfucker!" He then held his fist up for a bump. "Devin Weston."
"I remember you, the weekend interrogator." Michael answered while loosely holding the dossier before dropping it. "Invest wisely." He stated before trying to leave.
"Hey, hey, hold on, hold on. We're not done here yet. I got a job for you, bro." Devin halted him as he offered. "Five top quality scores. Big ticket cars. Major payday bro."
Michael saw where this was heading, knowing this was a job for two guys that would fit perfectly to.
"Sounds great. I got just the guys for ya. I'll put ya in touch-"
"N-N-No, I don't want just some dude." Devin interrupted and pointed at him. "I want you. I want your crew. I want pros on this, man."
"Yeah, I don't give a fuck what you want, pencil neck!" Michael told him off, nearly in his face.
"I'll let him know you're interested." Michael stated before walking away. Leaving an unimpressed Devin.
"I guess I just got you figured wrong, man."
Michael turned around. "Hey, what's to figure?"
"Tell me something? You like football?" Devin started. "I got a stake in sports investments. You like the market? I got some funds you can manage. Name your poison, man."
"I just like sitting around watching old movies." Michael answered the only thing he liked most. Just wanting this to get over with and leave this place.
This however got Devin to offer him. "Ah, there we go! How about I hook you up with Solomon Richards?"
This left Michael to be baffled for a moment, not being able to believe on what he just heard.
"Bullshit…" Michael's first response was, followed by the question. " Solomon Richards? The movie producer?"
"He's retiring soon and I'm doing a finance deal for his studio." Devin told him his reason for knowing the guy and offered. "I'll make the connect just as soon as you… Whistle."
….
"Alright."
"Great, that's good to hear." Devin stated with satisfaction, "Now be a good man and go, I got a business deal to close." Devin said before reminding himself. "Oh, and something else."
"What-"
One of the dossiers was shoved into Michael's chest, it being one of the unopened IAA documents he had stolen from the armored truck.
"Hand it over to your blonde mechanic friend, tell him It's for him." Devin said walking off. "See you, slick."
Michael just walked off then with the escorting men following him, with the main thought on his mind being able to meet one of his idols:
"Ah man, Solomon Richards." Michael sounded happy, perhaps once in a long time, he genuinely felt like that.
Meanwhile, inside the car, another person was feeling really happy now, as he was reading the texts he was exchanging with someone he had given his number.
"Alright, that's settled, see you later-"
"Have a good one, boys."
Naruto finished texting once he heard Michael's voice, entering back inside the car. He saw the smile across Michael's face that was unusual to see.
"What are you so happy about?" Naruto then joked. "You been giving a happy ending?"
"Something like that, yes." Michael answered, starting the engine, and noticed the genuine smile on the kid's face. "What about you? Something similar?"
A chuckle escaped the mouth of the blonde's, as he replied.
"Yeah, a bit like that."
The car then left, leaving the mansion in a matter of moments, not knowing the guard was still eyeing the car until it disappeared into the road.
Close to midnight, Naruto had finally arrived back at the garage, being given a lift by Michael, he now was doing something that he had rarely done.
He was preparing a set of coffee in the tattoo working place, where he had set up a table and chairs to sit on. With some cake and sweets he had bought on the way.
Why was that? He's got a visitor coming.
*Click* *Click* *Click*
Naruto heard the sound of clicking heels and turns around to see the person he had invited, had finally arrived for their long-awaited reunion that he was glad to have.
There stood Hinata in her long light purple woolen blouse, long hair flown down and holding her bag.
Smiling upon seeing her, Naruto greeted. "Nice to see you, Hinata. Want a coffee?"
Hinata, grew a smile of her own, and replied to that offer.
"Yes, I'd love to."
Hope you guys liked it, because next chapter is going to be a good one, seeing I am a bit on track.
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