A/N: Three years later, I am sorry if anyone was waiting on a chapter for this. I should probably point out I am very inconsistent at uploading. :3
Water quickly began flooding my submerged car, the door was not opening due to the water on the outside, the quickly approaching sirens causing me to panic. Thinking quickly I took out my pistol and bashed the bottom of it against the window, the glass starting to crack and break. As the window shattered water began filling the car up from the new hole I had made, not thinking too much about it I climbed through the window to finally be free of the car and made the short swim to the edge of the canal.
The police were now close enough I could see their lights only a street away, I hid in an alley between the houses that line the canal. Spotting a red western banger parked outside a house I hopped onto it and quickly started to hot wire it, this skill I learned years ago has really helped me out and it looks like it will be useful again. I was rewarded with the engine roaring to life and I quickly sped away from the scene before the owner could get a good look at me, making sure to avoid any sirens as I did so.
Finally slowing down in the Burton area I pulled into a parking lot to calm myself down. Now that I was sure the police were not following me I could count the money from the robbery, I pulled the cash from my pocket and began counting it as I leaned against my bike. A few hundred dollars, not bad for the robbery, but it was not worth trashing my car.
Putting the money back in my pocket I felt a vibration from my other pocket and could hear what could vaguely be considered a ringtone. I looked at the phone in question, it definitely still worked, Ifruit surely makes high quality products. Pushing that aside I answer the call from the unknown number.
"Hello," an older male voice came through my phone, with a European accent. "My friend Lamar told me to call you," Well that explains how he got my number. "He said you were something of a big shot, only with a very inadequate sense of style," I silently listen to him as he continued. "Maybe you should improve yourself with a fine car. I've got a friend at Los Santos Customs who can help you out… for sure." With that he hung up leaving em to my thoughts again.
I looked down to my newly acquired bike, I could take this bike, however I didn't have keys for it which would be a problem in the long run. I would have to take a new vehicle and make sure that I had the keys for it. Out of sheer good luck, or bad luck depending on who you were a car pulled into the secluded parking lot. A red and black Sabre Turbo. I watched it pull into a parking space and a young man got out and locked the car, stashing the keys in his pocket.
I stared at him and got off my bike, not breaking eye contact, either he hadn't seen me or he was choosing to ignore me, either way it would be his undoing. Coming up behind him I pulled out my pistol as he turned around to investigate the noise. Face to face with the gun his hands quickly shot into the air as he began to panic. "Pl- please just take what you want. Just don't shoot me please!" Shaking my head I brought the gun up and hit him over the head with it as hard as I could, the man falling to the ground in a pile out cold. I reached into the pocket I saw him put his keys and retrieved them and rushed to the car leaving him there. I'm sure he'd be fine. Now in my new car I put the keys in the ignition as the car started, whoever that man was, he clearly looked after his car, not one spot of trash in here.
A couple minuets later I arrived at the closest Los Santos Customs, the mechanic greeting me as I drove in. "What can I do for you?" He asked, I got out of the car to greet him properly. "Oh you must be Simeon's friend, I can get this car sorted for you if you like." I nodded with a smile, the mechanic started to walk around the car inspecting it. "So what I can do is change the plates, remove the tracker and get you full coverage insurance with MMI. Sound good?"
I nodded again as he stopped to look at me, "you don't talk much, do you?" he asked. I shook my head as I reached for my money before he stopped me. "Oh, no need for that Simeon is gonna cover this for you." He turned around to get the equipment he would need for this job. "One last thing. What color do you want it?"
A few hours later I was waving to the mechanic as I left his garage in my new yellow and black Sabre Turbo. My car now had new plates, a new paint job and full coverage with Mors Mutual Insurance, so if something happens to this car like the Surge I would be able to recover it.
While I was in the garage I got a text from Lamar saying that a friend of his at a car dealership needed a car repoed, the target was a purple Schafter in Jamestown. He also mentioned that this area was in gang territory so I should keep a look out. I put my phone away after going over it once more and headed towards the south of Los Santos.
As I entered Jamestown I scanned the streets looking for the requested car, spending a couple of minuets looping the area until I found it. Parked in a houses driveway was a purple Schafter, next to it was an African American dressed in equally purple clothing, likely a gang member. I pulled my car into a nearby alley and got out, adjusting the pistol in my waistband. The man was on his phone, not paying attention, I quickly approached, he was curious about what I was doing but spoke. "You better clear off." Just like before I withdrew the pistol and hit him on the head as hard as I could, however unlike before he only stumbled back, now extremely mad.
Before he could react and more I followed up with a single bullet in his chest and got into the car. Luckily, the keys were in the ignition and I just started the engine. Locals who heard the gunshot were investigating, more people clad in purple started approaching the vehicle, guns drawn, as I floored it out of there. Gunshots rang out across the neighbourhood, some even hitting the car as I fled the area as fast as the car could take me.
In the rear-view a green SUV with more gang members in was chasing me, passengers leaning out of the windows firing at me. Not wanting to take any risks I kept my head down and continued north towards the richer side of Los Santos. Once I passed the freeway in Strawberry the gang members stopped pursuing, likely to avoid attracting police attention or just cutting their losses.
Not far from Strawberry I could see the dealership Lamar wanted me to deliver the vehicle to 'Premium Deluxe Motorsport'. Taking the now bullet riddled car to the rear of the building I was greeted by an old looking European man, this must have been Simeon. "Perfect! Well not perfect, but it will do for now." I regard him as he looks at the car and then returns to me with a raised finger. "Perfection is a cruel mistress."
With that he hands me the money for the job and returns to his dealership as I count the money. Now alone with my thoughts and fatigue setting in from a near 24 hours of being awake I leaned against a wall. I had left my car on the southside and would have to retrieve it, but showing my face around there would be a bad idea. I would have to let the situation die down. Not to mention the last sleep I got was on the plane on the way here which was almost a day ago.
My thoughts were interrupted by a buzz in my pocket, looking at my phone I saw Lamar had texted me. It read 'So I told this hoodrat it was me who pulled that off, she asks you, you tell her that, okay.' Shaking my head I put my phone back into my pocket and made my way top the nearest hotel to book a room.