As CJ entered the club, he spotted Jizzy talking to T-Bone.

"T-Bone!" the pimp told the Latino. "Pump your brakes, baby. Take a chill pill, and just lay back and let the red mist fall, brother!"

"Hey, holmes," T-Bone snapped, "open your eyes, dog. Can't you see we're getting messed with here, holmes?"

When Carl entered in the conversation, Jizzy rapidly jumped off his feet.

"Hey, partner!" he told T-Bone rapidly, "T-Bone, look, it's Carl! Now he's a real hero out there."

He gave CJ a quick handshake.

"See?" he told T-Bone. "We still good."

"What, are you vatos stupid?" T-Bone asked. "Someone's onto us. We need to go back and rethink."

"I think they was just trying their luck," CJ chimed in.

Just then, T-Bone's cellphone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.

"Mike?" T-Bone answered. "Mike! I been trying to contact you. What? Oh man. Where are you? OK, just keep talking!"

T-Bone turned to CJ and Jizzy. "Hey, holmes, Mike's in trouble," he announced. "Let's bounce."

T-Bone then hung up and stored his phone back inside his pocket.

"What trouble?" CJ asked. "And who's Mike?"

"Man, they've taken the yay shipment, and the van and Mike's still in the back!" T-Bone announced.

"Well, what we going to do?" Jizzy asked. "How the fuck we gonna know where he is?"

"He's got his phone," T-Bone added. "He's gonna talk to us until his battery runs out. Come on, we gotta bounce!"

"A'ight, let's jet!" Jizzy agreed, and they headed to the door.

While Jizzy stood and watched, CJ and T-Bone hopped into a nearby blue car.

"Gotta make this quick!" T-Bone announced as CJ started the engine. "Mike's doesn't got much time on his battery left. He says he can hear seagulls. Mike can hear galls."

"Seagulls?" CJ asked as he drove to the rode. "Shit, that could be anywhere in this town."

"He can hear heavy machinery," T-Bone added.

"Seagulls and heavy machinery?" CJ asked. "What is that? A building site or landfill or something?"

"There's a building site in Doherty," T-Bone responded.

CJ continued driving through Juniper Hollow and pass Colton Heights.

"Hey, just hang in there, Mike!" T-Bone said through the phone as CJ drove through Esplanade North. "Help is on the way.

CJ drove through Downtown and pass Easter Basin. But by the time he got to Doherty, the van was nowhere in sight.

"He says he can hear a truck reversing," T-Bone mentioned. "He says it's busy like a freight depot or something."

"Freight?" CJ asked. "Aww, they must be down at the docks!"

"Get to the docks in the Easter Basin!" T-Bone announced.

So CJ drove down the street and made a left turn on Easter Basin, where they approached the docks

"Hey, well be there in a minute, Mike," T-Bone said through the phone. "Shit, he says they stopped, then he heard gunfire. He thinks they just shot their way through a security gate!"

"They don't have heavy security at the docks," CJ replied. "But they do at the airport's freight depot."

"To the airport, rapido!" T-Bone announced.

So CJ drove to the airport through the streets.

"Mike can hear aircraft taking off and landing," T-Bone replied. "Hey, don't worry, Mike, we're nearly there. Mike's cellphone battery is running low. Mike can hear aircraft taking off and landing."

CJ then approached the Easter Bay Airport.

"Hey, this is the spot," T-Bone announced. "Keep your eyes pinned for that van."

CJ drove under the road of the airport and to a nearby gate inside the aircraft

"Okay, the tags should work now, holmes!" T-Bone muttered.

"Tag?" CJ asked. "What the hell is a tag?"

"After that last bit of trouble," T-Bone explained, "Mike hid the transponder in the white. We was gonna follow it to the end, but something must have fucked up. And now, we're use it to find the van, and rescue Mike.

"How it work?" CJ asked.

"Simple, "T-Bone answered. "Closer we get, the stronger the signal."

So CJ drove around the aircraft to locate the van. The signal to T-Bone's phone was rapidly beeping as CJ drove around. Just then, they passed a running van along with some motorists.

"Shit, there they are!" T-Bone called out.

So CJ followed the van and the motorists. As he rammed into the van, the gang finally exited their vehicles. It was the Da Nang Boys.

I thought I took all their asses out! CJ thought.

So he and T-Bone hopped out of the car and killed the Da Nang Boys. As the gang member lay dead on the ground, CJ and T-Bone walked over to the van.

"Hey, man, c'mon, hurry up," CJ told T-Bone.

T-Bone opened the back door of the van.

"Apurate, apurate!" T-Bone chanted as a Caucasian man wearing a black suit and gray dress pants emerged. He appeared to be Mike.

"About time, T-Bone," Mike sighed in relief.

Then he noticed CJ and pulled a pistol on him. "Who the fuck is this?" he asked in an ominous tone of voice.

"Hey, that's one of Jizzy's clowns," T-Bone told him. "Relax, güero."

Mike slowly set his pistol aside.

"You hear that?" he added as the police sirens began to sound. "We gotta torch this van with the coke in it."

"Hey, Charlie, güero, we ain't torching nada!" T-Bone protested.

"This is a set back," Mike told him, "but doing twenty to life is a little more than that, comprende amigo?"

"Hey he's right, man," CJ chimed in. "Let's do it and get the hell out of here."

"Hey, who the fuck asked you, payaso?" T-Bone growled. "This ain't a committee!"

"Exactly," Mike added. "I call the shots here. Now shut up and let's go."

So CJ and T-Bone fired the bullets from their tech nines at the van until it finally caught fire and exploded. They spotted a nearby limousine and hopped inside, with CJ driving as fast as he can.

He sped through the gates just in time to see the police arriving. So he zoomed pass the cops and drove through the road until he made it to Doherty, where he came across a paint spray shop to the right.

After coming out of the garage, CJ then drove onto the road driving through Downtown.

"How long have you been working for Jizzy?" Mike asked CJ. "I haven't seen you before."

"Just got into town last week," CJ replied.

"Just got into town, uh?" Mike asked. "Where were you before that?"

"Ae, what is it?" CJ asked suspiciously.

"Man, just answer the fucking question," T-Bone responded bluntly.

"Look, chill," CJ answered. "I've been in Los Santos with my family, a'ight."

"Give me his wallet," Mike ordered T-Bone.

"What?!" CJ cried out as T-Bone reached over the seat and grabbed CJ by the shirt, causing CJ to struggle while driving. "Hey, get off!"

"Man, quit struggling and concentrate on the road," T-Bone ordered, grabbing the wallet out of CJ's pocket. "Here you go, Mike."

He tossed the wallet to Mike and the latter opened it to view CJ's photo ID. "Carl Johnson, uh!" Mike answered. Then he tossed it back to CJ. "Okay, I've seen enough."

"Hey, there was a dub in there," CJ barked. "Better still be there when I check it."

"Shut the fuck up," T-Bone chuckled.

CJ continued driving through the city until he finally reached the Pleasure Domes club. He parked in front of the building and T-Bone and Mike hopped out of the vehicle.

"OK, Carl Johnson," Mike told CJ. "You did good today."

"Man, now shake the spot," T-Bone replied. "We got shit to talk about."

CJ watched as Mike and T-Bone walked back inside the Pleasure Domes club. CJ sighed in relief. He was thinking about the perfect time to make his move on the Loco Syndicate. But first he was getting tired. So he decided to head to the garage on Doherty to relax.