Chapter 27: The Big Rig Job; Recon And Planning
Chelsea looked at the giant ferris wheel, she hadn't seen something like that in a long time. "Wow...!" she astonished at the height. She quickly bought a ticket and rushed to the nearest booth. Slowly and gradually the wheel reached the top. Her eyes looked at the view, everything looked so small. Unlike Sunny and Geraldine, Chelsea knew how to have fun; and she also knew how to relax. They always seemed to be preoccupied with something. Their time at the beach was the moment were all three of them actually had fun, it was nice that they could actually spend time as friends and not as three criminals looking for their next score. The wheel started to go back down. She wished that the wheel never went down and that it could stay up forever.
She crams the hot dog mixed with relish and mustard into her mouth "Oh yeah..." she chewed the meat. Chelsea loved hot dogs and hamburgers with great passion but nothing beat her fathers cooking; especially his barbecue. American barbecue was great and she could eat a whole plate of it but nothing beat Australian barbecue.
"Hey you!" a voice called her. Chelsea couldn't believe who it was.
"Well, well, look who it is. Hey wanker! Still a little sore from that arm wrestling match?".
The surfer growled "You bitch! Everybody's laughing at me and it's because of you!" he whined "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Chelsea pouted her face in a baby like manner "Little baby poofter is a cry baby, ooh did I hurt your little wittle feelings?" she gave a duck face "Cut that shit out! You cheated!" he exerts "I didn't cheat, maybe you're just a crappy surfer?" Chelsea manages to stick out her tongue "You little-!" Chelsea grabbed the bottles of ketchup and mustard, red and yellow splash into his eyes. "Argh! You motherfucker!" the surfer screamed, Chelsea grabbed his collar and hurled him over the railing. He falls into the surf. Thankfully he didn't die. He chokes on sea water, the bitch who threw him over just stood up and smiled "You definitely need to cool off dick wad! And you probably need a shower too!" Chelsea laughed like a crazy person. She ran back to her car, she's had enough annoyance's for one day.
Chelsea's apartment, Vespucci Beach
The apartment is quiet as usual.
The only thing that was making sound were the waves.
Her phone starts to ring, Big Gus's name was on the screen. Chelsea swiped the talk app.
"Uh hello?" she answered "It's me, I got a job for you if you're interested". Chelsea wondered how Gus found her, then again it's not like anyone noticed that she was going away and leaving for good, Blaine County was her home; she could never leave that place. "What kind of job?" Chelsea curiously wondered "I'm not going to lie but it involves working at the docks". She scoffed "Oh no, I am not some bloody fucking dock worker" "Not actual work, it involves whats being brought in and it's really valuable". The word valuable set a bell off in her head.
"Valuable huh?" "Mm-hmm".
Chelsea thought it through; remembering the incident with her pick up truck. She wonders if this is just another shoot em' type of job. "Well...what's the cargo?" she asked "I heard you got two new friends, ask them if they might be interested in making some money" he suggest "I asked you a question, what's the cargo? And how much is it worth?". Two minutes later, a huge smile is on Chelsea's face after hearing what the cargo was and how much it was worth. "Well, when you put it that way I happily accept!" she exclaimed "Now, you're going to need to get in. They're not just going to let you in, some special mail is going to come for you in a couple or so" he mentions "What kind of mail?" "An ID card and camera, you got to recon the place first and then make your move. I'm also going to send a uniform for you, so you fit in".
"Uh, I'm not really interested in doing any type of back breaking work" Chelsea informed "You're not going to actually be doing any type of work but you got too blend in, don't want you to draw any attention".
"Aside from the money, what kind of resistance am I looking at exactly?" Chelsea put her Sig Sauer on the kitchen table "Minimal" Gus said "Uh huh, I'm just going to say that I'm not going to take a chance after last time" she flips the safety off "Fine, the truth; bring a gun; make that several guns". Chelsea rolled her eyes, she expected another firefight. Thankfully her pick is still parked next to her trailer. "Okay, thanks for the job" she thanked "What about your friends? Are they going to be on board with this?" "Yeah, they'll do it; I mean, that's a lot of money. And well, they are my friends".
After hanging up, Chelsea wondered how she was going to tell Sunny and Geraldine about this job. She knows that she has too bend the truth a bit. Hopefully they won't get mad at her.
Several days later, Port of Los Santos
The camera clicked as Chelsea snapped a photo. The outfit that she had received her fake ID, along with a uniform. She had to wear a hard hat, which didn't really bother her because all she had to do was put her hair in a bun. Her ID said that she was also a union member, if this job was legit then she'd likely be able to retire early. When she first entered, Chelsea thought for sure that the ID wouldn't work; surprise, surprise. It actually worked.
She was given the job of unloading crates and logging them in, which she didn't do, the crates contained a variety of things. From flat screens to pet food to car parts and shoes possibly made somewhere in Southeast Asia. The wonders of capitalism never cease to annoy her.
Into the last few hours several different trucks would haul away their cargo. Nothing out of the ordinary though. Real work she thought was boring, Chelsea remembered that her father had done this type of work after he had gotten out of the navy and onward into electrical engineering. The many times that he had to get up early in the morning and work, sometimes getting home late and that often times meant missing dinner. Her mother wanted him to spend more time with them, she can't remember the many times that they argued about that; she always heard them fight. She always covered her ears when they did that. Her father wasn't the type of person to do something physical to her mother but she didn't like it when they fought. They never fought in front of her but one time it really did get heated and Chelsea cried and scolded them to stop. They saw how hurt she was and they saw how she was feeling. Her mother and father stopped, after that they never fought again.
Suddenly something caught her attention.
A truck driver who looked awfully anxious. Chelsea snapped a quick photo. Well this should be good she see's two men approach him and hand him an envelope. Chelsea zoomed in on the two men, they both wore expensive suits and sunglasses. They both looked rather snobby looking, judging by their appearance they looked Asian "Huh?" judging by what they gave that truck driver, she's taking a wild guess that he has something to do with her payload.
Chelsea knows that she's going to have to take a chance and sneak around to get a closer look.
She zigs and zags around the containers; her disguise is only going to get her so far, so she also has to be careful. Chelsea get's in close enough to see.
"I don't know how long I can keep doing this, certain people are getting suspicious" he complained "Look, all you have to do is shut the fuck up and keep delivering our shit, you're making enough money to take care of yourself" the one man on the left said "The next one is going to be my last and after that I'm done", the man on the right gave a crooked smile "Of course but then we'll have too eliminate you," he threatened "and bear in mind that's something we really don't want to do; when the shit comes, then you're going to do exactly as ordered" the man pulls out a cigarette "By the end of next week, you're going to move our product and you will deliver it on time; as always you're going to have an escort; don't ever question us again".
After hearing all that she needed to hear Chelsea quietly slipped away. When she got her disguise, it also came with some information about the truck that would be bringing in the cargo. The truck was going to be leaving on the highway into Sandy Shores, she was briefly going to reenter Blaine County; she knows that she won't have time to gawk and see if someone had stolen anything from her trailer.
Now comes the planning of everything. This wasn't like her days in the army; things were really going to get messy.
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"Hey" Geraldine greeted Sunny "Let me guess; Chelsea texted you and said that she had something important to show you?" Sunny deduced "Yeah, I got a text at home; man, I think she's up to somethin'" Geraldine could already feel it "Whatever it is let's just hear her out, hopefully it'll be good" Sunny proposed whatever hair brained thing she wanted to show the both of them. They walk up the stair and to the door. Just as Sunny was about to knock, the door suddenly opens "You're here!" Chelsea hopped with excitement "Uh yeah, you texted us and said that you had something to show us" Sunny impatiently looked on "Right! Come on in!" Chelsea happily ushered them on into her apartment.
Sunny and Geraldine walk to what was the living room, they see the numerous pizza boxes that are piled on top of each other. Empty beer bottles and cans clutter the nearby coffee table "Shit man, this place looks worse than that car of your's" Geraldine managed to kick a couple of cans off the couch "This is actually clean, so I really don't know what you're talking about" Chelsea sneered "Besides, Sunny isn't complaining". Sunny looked at the whiteboard with the plan drawn on the surface, the two men dressed in suits and wearing expensive sunglasses caught her attention. She tilts her head; almost like she knew something big was coming.
"Earth to Sunny!" Chelsea called "I'm not ready to announce my plan yet" Sunny turned her head back to her "Plan? What plan?".
"Have a seat", Sunny found her way to the couch and sat next too Geraldine.
"So before I start; does anybody want anything to drink?" "No" both of her friends said at the same time "Really? You guys got to be-" "Chelsea?" Sunny eyes her "Yeah?" "Tell us why you brought us here and what the fuck is so important?".
"Right" Chelsea quickly went to the whiteboard and rolled towards the couch area "Okay, this is something that Dominic said we can do" "Dominic? Dominic said that you could plan something like this?" Sunny gave a surprised look "Y-Yeah!" Chelsea stammered "How come he didn't tell us anythin' about this?" Geraldine questioned "Uh, he was busy" Chelsea lied "So he left you in charge? Is he crazy?" Sunny snickered "Hey, I'm a capable person" Chelsea retorted "Okay, little miss sunshine; tell us this plan of your's" Sunny sarcastically commented and crossed her arms. "Okay, so their's some cargo on a big rig that's coming in and it's worth a lot", her two compatriots turned to each other "Okay," Sunny turned back to Chelsea "what kind of cargo...?".
"Ah man, let me guess? Toilets? Nah wait, shoes?" Geraldine hilariously guessed "You guys are acting like idiots, I don't know why I bothered telling you two this if you weren't going to take this seriously" Chelsea pouted "Okay, okay, just relax; we're just messing around with you; again, what's the cargo?".
With a roll of her eyes Chelsea again presented her plan, if it can be called a plan. "So the cargo is platinum" she lies because she knew what the real cargo was "Platinum?" Sunny tilts her head "That's right, rare minerals". Geraldine scoffed "What's so important about rocks?" "Not rocks, minerals" Chelsea corrected "They're coming in some crates, those things are worth a lot" Chelsea gave a smirk "How much is it worth?" Sunny wondered "Well, we have to melt it down after we take but it should worth around seven hundred grand each".
Geraldine's mouth almost dropped to the floor "See" Chelsea smiled "What's the security like?" Sunny wondered "Right, so this is where it might get tricky; this thing has an escort; so expect bullets to fly over our heads".
Sunny takes a quick sigh "Where's thing headed exactly?" "Sandy Shores, Blaine County basically".
"Man all the way out there?" Geraldine curiously never stepped out of Los Santos before. She was city born, being out in the sticks would be the equivalent to stepping on an alien planet. "Yup but as soon as we secure the stuff, we got to bring it back here to Los Santos" Chelsea then starts to point at the board "So here's three possible ways we can do this".
"It's only going to be the three of us so their's no need to hire extra help" "Hmm" Sunny sounded amused "These are the options that are, well kind of good".
"Option A, we do things the old fashioned way, we take out the escorts and driver, we then drive take this thing back home".
"Option B, one of us will be in a hidden area, that person is then going to use a rifle and take out the security then the driver; two of us are then going to drive the rig home".
"Option C, well this is going to be a fancy one. We're going to take a chopper up into the air, I'll be piloting the chopper and the other person is going to be firing the rifle from the chopper, they'll cover the person on the ground. That person then will drive the rig back home to LS and boom we got our score".
Sunny starts snicker again "What? What's so funny?" Chelsea felt insulted "Nothing, just feels like I'm drunk". Chelsea shook her head "Okay, so what's it going to be?". Both Sunny and Geraldine begin think.
"The first one sounds a little too risky, we would have to be armed like crazy so that's off the table" Sunny looked at the map of the plan "We could try the second one" Geraldine suggested "You're right but whoever is handling the rifle has to be very precise and take out those fuckers; what kind of vehicles are they going to be escorting the truck with?" "A couple of SUV's with several guards and lots of fire power, rifles and Uzi's" "We'll just have to order heavy duty stuff from Arnold when we have a moment".
"Hmm? C looks tempting, how good are your helicopter skills?" Sunny wondered "It's pretty solid, remember I use to be in the army" Chelsea reminded her. Sunny's brow crinkled trying to imagine the scenario in her mind.
"C, death from above" Sunny licked her lips "Perfect," Chelsea smiles happily "now one of has to drive the rig back home, so either it's you or Gerry".
"On three, one two three! Not it!" Sunny proclaimed "Wait! Aw fuck!" Geraldine cursed "Man, that ain't fair!" she complained "Now, now Geraldine; at least you have some covering fire" Sunny chuckled "Fuck you" she got up "I almost forgot, when does this thing come in?" "Around the end of next week, so we only have a few days to do this". Sunny got up and went over to the board, she takes her phone and snaps a photo of the two individuals in suits. "Okay, I think we're done here" Sunny put her phone back in her pocket "I hate the fact that I got to be the one driving that thing" Geraldine whined "Look, you're a great driver okay? Don't worry, we have your back" Sunny tried to cheer up her apprentice "Whatever, I gonna go back home and chill with my cat" Geraldine went to the door and left.
"So, how'd you like my plan? Hmm?" Chelsea purred like a cat "It's fine; can I tell you something though?" Sunny walked up to her "This wouldn't happen to be a scam now would it?" she suspiciously wondered "N-N-No!" Chelsea stuttered "Of course not! What kind of person do you think I am?" she laughed "You and your silliness!" "You know Chelsea..." Sunny's right hand goes to her collarbone "their is a thing called trust, and what I don't like is when people violate that trust" her hand suddenly squeezes her collarbone "Oh! What are-?" Sunny's eyes meet her's "You really wouldn't do anything to violate the trust that the three of us have built now would you?" her eyes were ruthlessly cold "N-No! I wouldn't do that...!" she answered "Good" Sunny let go "See you in a week".
Sunny slinked her way out, Chelsea leaned against the wall. She knew that Sunny wasn't dumb but lying to someone like her would be the equivalent of signing a death sentence. God, she's really scary Chelsea panted, hopefully when they complete this all would be forgiven. Maybe not entirely forgiven. Chelsea knew what the real cargo was and she knew that those peculiar contents likely belonged to someone really important. But if everything goes well, then they'll enough money to live good for another ten years.
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