For the first few days the duo relax at the beach and do fun things in Los Santos. The town is actually very beautiful when not surrounded in chaos, the beach is very similar to Fort Myers Florida, which I was inspired to write this while vacationing at. They listen to Broken English - Coming on Strong at the beach, or at least that's the only song shown. Tracey actually has some purple highlights much like Carly Townley. Connor tries not to stare when Tracey's in a bathing suit, but it's hard not to.

Anyway, unfortunately the calm relaxing days don't last forever, as the two liked going to Suburban to get most of their new clothes, but on one of their many visits they find the place getting robbed, one of them whacking Tracey as she grabbed for one of their guns. Connor surprisingly being the more timid one, Tracey had little more experience than him, being little sheltered. Unfortunately they whack her over the head, knocking her down. She worriedly feels her head for blood but she isn't. "Whatever you have, hand it over. Right now!" one of the two masked men said. A third one behind them, next to the door, and a forth at the cashier, holding a gun at her as she's cleaning it out.

"Hurry up!" the man yelled impatiently. "We barely have anything anyway." she insisted.

"Don't talk back bitch, just hand the cash!"

Suddenly a man in a blue suit with white undershirt walked in, looking for some glasses, only for the man near the door to aim at him. "Down! Down now!"

"Easy mate, easy." The man, Michael Townley said, holding his hands up, but giving a signal to someone outside who isn't seen.

"Hand over your wallet fancy pants, you obviously have one to be wearing that." the robber said.

Michael pulls it out but as he grabs it Michael also pulls out a M1911 pistol and quickly shoots him. "OH SHIT!" One of the others cried only for suddenly the outside window to burst open and someone fired off a M4 Carbine rifle, killing the other three, but also damaging much of the store. This understandably terrifies the other two, one of them pleading not to be shot.

"You're not from around here are you." Michael chuckled, though still showing sympathy to them and helped them back up after holstering his gun.

The other shooter reveals to be his daughter Carly, who runs in to check on everyone. "And you said not to bring it." she said, referring to the carbine rifle she was still holding.

"I said it was overkill, and I still agree. You damaged half the store. Could have hit the poor cashier" Michael said back, said woman peeking up from under her desk, poor girl indeed.

"Well I didn't, so you're welcome." Carly snarked. Michael picks up a bag of the cash, handing it back to the cashier. He was feeling generous today. Though does take the glasses he wanted without paying. The cashier even said "just take it" in a nervous tone, mostly out of not wanting to do anything to anger him.

The glasses are big blue aviators, which he immediately puts on to wear. "Come on you two." Michael said to Connor and Tracey, who reluctantly followed.

"W Wait it's you." the cashier said to Michael.

"What?"

"How did the interview go?" she asked him, being the same girl from the Life Invader mission.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't get it. I don't think my air guitar was right." Michael said.

"Must be hard having the beg for work at your age. I'll say you can work here but they literally don't hire anyone over 21. Makes me so sad and depressed for my own future."

''Riiight, well good luck with all that." Michael said and he leaves with everyone.

"Nice girl." Carly chuckled.

"She's alright. Little condescending, but otherwise yeah" Tracey added, having met the unnamed blonde a few times two. She made fun of some of Tracey's outfits, but was otherwise very nice to her.

"Well that goes for half this town, so not so bad." Carly replied.


The four pile into Michael's car with the cash symbols on the wheels. The new two sitting in the back.

"Best Western. We were staying at the Best Western hotel. The one near the beach." Tracey said, knowing they were probably gonna ask. "Nice accent. Reminds me of the band Cranberries." Carly giggled, not having a reply to the comment and making her own new one.

"Oh yes, the ones who did Zombie." Tracey replied.

"Yep." Carly responded

"That used to be our song." Tracey chuckled, looking over at Connor, referring to back when they dated.

"You two together? You're very cute." Carly replied.

"Used to be, we met on a dating site, but after a while I started feeling he was more like a brother than a lover. I didn't really feel a love spark as much as a friendship one." Tracey replied, not saying it in a mean way though. Connor moaned some disappointment which Carly giggled at, she knew the feeling. When one still has feelings but the other one doesn't.

"Well anyway, my friend Pinkie is at the hotel two, I'll go find her when we get there." Carly said, having an idea from it. As Pink and Jane are both currently single, and both are the far more innocent of Carly's friends. Jane even more so, she's a simple nurse, and has no involvement in the criminal underworld. Just treats her and the others for wounds. Carly originally didn't even have to tell Jane what happened, she figured it out over time, when cops started questioning her.. Even the good cops, who Carly is usually more reluctant to kill, as they were simply doing their job.


Speaking of Pink, this can be an excuse for me to re-do the fame or shame mission, but with everyone but Trevor already knowing Pinkie.. And it can change the outcome, she doesn't have to get traumatized by working for Trevor..

Also it's very nice having myself in this now.. It can allow me to fantasize a bit more. Play out the hero..

My real last name is Noiles by the way.. Changed it to Parks to still give some difference.. I had the character before but he was just a minor character and not nearly as developed, or was he me.. He was just some random guy, who ended dying originally.. Killed by the Altruists..