Grand Theft Amethyst

by RoseMuffins

Amethyst ends up in Los Santos and quickly takes to their customs.

GTA

(Grand Theft Amethyst)

Amethyst heard the teleporting pedestal go off in the middle of the night. That concerned her because she was pretty sure Steven was supposed to be sleeping and if that wasn't what woke him up, then he's probably the one that took it. She exited the temple and looked down at the pedestal. It looked a bit different than usual. It was radiating a green hue and had a spiraling texture under the surface.

"That's not usual," Amethyst said before looking up to wear Steven sleeps. "Yo, Steve-man. You awake or away?"

Steven didn't respond. Probably because he wasn't there. Amethyst looked behind herself and at the pedestal. "Oh shoot. Did Steven sleepwalk through here or something?" Amethyst thought about that for a second. "Nah, he's probably using it to get weed or something. He's about that age."

Amethyst meandered on the pedestal for a moment, shifting her weight and drifting her eyes around the room. "Pffft. Maaaaybe I should try to find him. If Pearl finds weed, she'll blame me. I gotta make sure the kid knows what he's doing." Amethyst tapped her foot against the pedestal and urged the teleportation system to work.

The pedestal glowed and a beam rushed up through Amethyst. But the usual cyan glow was replaced by a gooey green sludge. Within moments of quick travel through a sludgy network tube, Amethyst was deposited out into a hot, sunny street. She stumbled out from a portal, quickly recovering from the fall by summoning her whip and grappling a nearby streetlamp with it. She descended carefully and unsummoned her whip.

"Yeah, nyope. That's not what that's supposed to be like." Amethyst looked around where she stood before her eyes went back up at the portal she came through. She was able to see it shrivel into nothing before her eyes. "Ew… I came through that? It looks like the underside of a sewer jellyfish."

Amethyst looked back down and around the daylit streets with tall buildings in the distance and rolling hills the opposite way. "Where am I?" Amethyst turned herself around and started walking down the street and towards some cliff-side housing. "I've never been here… How far out did I get sent?"

Amethyst turned her head towards the shouting of a man that had freshly barged out his front door and was stomping down the driveway. He shouted back at somebody inside. "No, no. It's fine. Fuck my wife. Bet you'd fuck my dog too if I had one. I'll just be out here, fuckin' MY-SELF." The enraged man swung a wide kick and left a dent in the side of an expensive looking car. He walked past the assaulted vehicle and yanked the door open on another before sliding himself in.

Amethyst just got to sit there and watch the furious man pull out of his driveway, scrapping against his automatic gate before blazing down the road past her. Amethyst mumbled a, "Holy shit," before turning her head back up to the certainly expensive housing. "This place isn't nearly as wholesome as Beach City. This place is…" Amethyst clenched her fists and pumped them in front of herself with excitement. "Is fucking goated! Hell, yeah! Oh shit, what can I get away with out here?"

Amethyst ran over to a nearby tennis court and made an easy jump over a hill and on top of the fencing. She watched below to see some humans playing a hearty game of tennis. What else? They were both soaked in sweat and running out of breath. "Oh wow. It's that boring sport Pearl likes." Amethyst watched them with a cattish smile for half a minute before jumping down and shapeshifting into a tennis ball.

Amethyst's body glowed bright, her body shrinking down towards her gem until she resembled the size and consistency of the ball in play. She bounced in front of the woman playing and in the heat of the moment, she took a swing at her. She bounced Amethyst off her racket, skipped off the other side of the court, and towards her opponent. The man got into position to ricochet the ball back, only to have Amethyst release her shape and turn back to her normal self. She stepped on the man's face and jumped off, throwing the unsuspecting man to the ground while she sends off to the other side of the fence.

"Whomp whomp!" Amethyst smacked her ass and laughed at the pair before running off back towards the street. The woman had gotten on her phone as Amethyst ran away, shouting with breathless panic at somebody on the other end.

Amethyst trotted down the street, going towards nowhere in particular. "I bet they have that expensive yogurt tea thing. Ah, but I don't have money. How does somebody make money in a city?" Amethyst had made it to an area with a lot more foot traffic People were walking down the street. Some people looked like they had intent, others looked like they had nothing better to do. Amethyst may have fit into that latter category, helping her blend in despite her short and purple appearance.

While Amethyst was thinking of ways to get money for overpriced tea, somebody ran past her and shouldered a random woman in front of Amethyst. The woman screamed as her purse's strap was sliced and taken from her by the running man. The man bolted down the street while he tried to pull the bag to his chest by the strap, dumping a phone and random contents onto the sidewalk.

"Oh shit," Amethyst says as her eyes dart between the robber and the robbee. After a moment of reading the situation, she ran after the man, sprinting forwards and summoning her spiked whip from the gem in her chest. With a swing of her arm and flick of her wrist, the whip extended out towards the perp's legs and coiled around his ankles. She yanked back on him, sweeping the man out from under himself and sending him colliding with the pavement. "Gotcha, bitch!"

Amethyst reeled in her catch, dragging him across the rough sidewalk. Once the man was in reach, she grabbed the purse away and stepped on his chest in triumph. "Haha! Amethyst score! Now, where was that woman?" Amethyst looked around the area only to see she had a decent grouping of people staring at her. It made her felt uneasy, but the sound of police sirens coming around the corner gave her some relief. "Oh, good. Looks like you're getting same day delivery." Amethyst leaned down to the purse snatcher and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

The police came careening around the corner, ignoring the posted traffic laws, and zooming down the road. The people watching quickly dispersed before one of the police cars slammed into a mailbox in an attempt to stop. The other came to a screeching halt in front of Amethyst and the snatcher. Amethyst replied to their exaggerated entrance with surprise. "Oh, wow. Hey, officers. I got your purse snatcher right here."

The police jump out of their cars and level their guns at Amethyst. "DROP THE PURSE," shouted one the officers.

Amethyst stared for a moment. Confused, she looked around, seeing the street was now empty except for her, the snatcher, and these increasingly crazed police officers. "Wha-Huh? N-No, I was stopping this guy. See?" She stepped off the man who had died moments ago in a pool of his own blood. Amethyst looked up and saw the streak of red she had painted across the sidewalk with his body and hissed. "Oooh… Oh, yeah. I may have fucked up."

"DROP THE PURSE!" The police officer was officer was foaming at the mouth now while another stamped his feet and pumped his shotgun back and forth. The ones who had crashed into the mailbox were crawling out of their car, hands scrambling at the pistols on their hips as their bloodshot eyes lasered in on the purple woman.

Amethyst watched in discomfort. "Hey, uh… Are you guys alright?"

The foaming mouth man shouted at the rest of the cops, "OPEN FIRE!" Amethyst squeaked and ducked her head down with the purse cradled at her stomach, running the opposite direction of the crashed car and down the street. The officers started pulling triggers and slamming hammers as bullets whipped through the air. Stray bullets hit signs, buildings, pavement, and windows as Amethyst ducked and weaved between cars and trash cans.

"Hey-hey-hey! Stop! I'm not the bad guy here! I mean, I totally killed that guy, but I was justified! Sorta…" Amethyst questioned her morals at the worst time but still managed to duck into an alleyway and run down the hall of trash bins and crumpled newspapers. She looked behind herself as she ran, seeing the police officers run past the alleyway and continuing down the street. "What?"

She slowed down and stopped next to a dumpster, waiting to see if they would realize they ran right past her. She waited a few minutes, her body tense and hands clenched tight to the purse on her chest. She could hear sirens slowly fading in the distance until they were audible no more.

Amethyst walked out of the alleyway and stepped back out into the sunbaked street. She looked down to see the purse still in her hands. "Huh. Well, don't really think this is gonna make its way back to that lady…" She looked left and right, not seeing anybody who could judge her. "May as well!" Amethyst opened the bag and found a pocket and finds fifty dollars. "Booyah! Tea time!"

Amethyst wiggles her hips as she makes her way down the road, but quickly reminds herself that she doesn't have any clue where to go. "Oh, wait." She looks around and just sees random assortment of buildings. Some had signs, some looked like apartments. She rubbed her chin and hummed. "Guess I'll ask somebody?"

There was a cab not far down the road. The purple menace made her way to the cab and bounced up to the open window. "Yo. I've got fifty bucks, where can I go with it?"

The cab owner was shocked awake and spilled a small amount of the coffee he had in his hand onto his shirt. "Bwah! Gah, fuck. Shit. Bitch. Other swears. Who?" The man looked over at the purple woman and narrowed his eyes. "Fifty bucks?" He recalled her saying that. "Yah. Go gamble it away like everybody else does out here."

Gambling? Wasn't something Amethyst ever considered. Maybe it'd be fun! Pearl made a personal PSA about gambling at some point so it must be awesome. "Yeah, alright!" Amethyst turned to leave but whipped her head back into the window. "Hey, where do I go for gambling?"

The cab man stared back at her with sorrow in his eyes. "Damn youth. Bright-eyed and ignorant to the evils of this world. You're going to be hurting by the end of the day anyway. Free ride on me. I'll take you to your demise."

Amethyst popped the door open and crawled in. "Sure thing, man. Thanks for the ride."

A quarter of an hour passes, and Amethyst finds herself in a louder part of the city, next to some signs that would like to be lit up if it weren't daytime. The lack of lights didn't dissuade her mood. She was already getting giddy being this deep into a city. The man parked the car and turned to face Amethyst in the back of his car. "Your destination is here. Your fate has come. It's time to disembark and find your place among the rest of sorrowful souls that put on masks and walk these streets day-to-day. Maybe you'll find joy. Maybe success is waiting to rear its rare head and take you on a journey devoid of struggle and strife. But more likely you end up like the rest of us resting here. Down below the skyline and surrounded by blockades that barricade heaven at day and blind us from the stars at night. May your journey be fruitful, but I wish you the best in the case that you fail."

Amethyst hopped out of the car and started her way to the door. "Hey, you have a good one too, man! Oh, what's your name? I need a lifeline out here."

The man wearily looked forwards and leaned against his steering wheel. "Steven." The man released his brake and rolled down the road, slowly disappearing among the buildings.

"Steven, huh? That's funny. Oh, shoot, I should have gotten a number or something. Ah well." Amethyst shrugged and made her way into the casino.

The interior was loud even for the middle of the day. Sounds of ringing bells and chimes rang out as people gambled their earnings away. The colorful panels and flashing lights had Amethysts' eyes wide with delight. It all looked so exciting. She walked around, saw blackjack tables, roulette, slot machines, and more. She had options. But what was right? She couldn't help but think about if she had Garnet with her and how easy it would be to cheat these tables and machines. But she had to figure this out herself this time.

Slots were too random. So was roulette. She wasn't too good with numbers, so blackjack may not be good. She kept walking around until she made it to a table with multiple patrons sitting around it. She peered up and over it, watching what they did. It was exciting to her. The dealing of the cards, the look in the players' eyes, the smell of whiskey-baked breath, and the amount of chips being moved around the board.

Amethyst's eyes were locked on the game at play for a while, eyes lit up at the action. This is what she wanted. She'd try her hand at this. She'd read the table and knew exactly how to play these guys. She went off to exchange her cash for chips and came back to the table with her scant pile and started getting to work.

The man Amethyst saw earlier is driving down the road in no particular direction, swearing under his breath and slamming his palm against his steering wheel. He'd pause, try to breathe, but only found himself unable to hold back slamming his fist against the wheel again. "Fuck… Dammit! Fucking God, fuck!" He shouted and turned in to a random parking space on the side of the road before whipping out his phone. He'd dial a number quickly before leveling the phone at his ear.

A phone, not too far away, in the pocket of a man wearing sweatpants and a sweat-stained t-shirt, rang. The owner answers with his smoke-scratched voice. "Yo."

"Trevor, It's Michael. I'm ready to work again."

"Woah-ho-ho." Trevor got up from a fold-out chair he had parked outside of a construction site. "What got you so excited? Not to dissuade you from my plethora of opportunities, but weren't you just getting comfy at home again?"

"I was. Then my wife reminded me what her ass looks like when it's getting plowed by the pool boy."

Trevor chuckled and scratched at his chin, his eyes drifting to the construction site. "Ah, right right. Your anchor of a wife cut the chain again, huh? Wait… You have a pool boy?"

"He's new. As of today, new. That's not the point though. I want work. I want it now. What've you got?"

Trevor eyeballed the construction site for a little longer, remaining in silence for a second too long before turning his head back down to the call. "Nothing two people can do. One too many, one too few. I was going spend today spreading some inventory among overworked construction workers, but nobody's biting today." He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "But… I've got a job if we can get Franklin on board."

"No can do." Michael pulled his phone down and watched somebody walk by before bringing it back up. "Franklin's new business is taking up a lot of time. Can't get him out of the office even for a drink."

Trevor backed up as if he just got hit in the chest. "Woah. You and Franklin drink? Why don't I get invited?"

"Sorry, Trevor. Alcoholics don't normally get invited to drink night."

"Hey!" Trevor shouted but scrunched his nose and puffed out the hot air. "I'm sober as of one week today. I'm just asking to hang out with my friends, ya know?"

Michael sighed and tapped his fingers along his wheel. "Alright. If I can get Franklin out of his office, you can come with. But you don't get to drink. Have some juice or something."

Trevor clapped his hand against his leg and gave a devious laugh. "Ha-ha. No problems, Mikey. I've had enough to keep me going for three more months. I'm still your party animal."

Michael smirked but kept his voice firm. "Watch it, Trevor. You're working off of good grace right now… As little of it as you have. But that's not the point. This job. What is it? Can we find somebody for it?"

Trevor nodded despite being on the phone. "Yeah… Yeah, I think we can. Meet me at the Casino. You still in town? Closest one to your house."

"Yeah. I'm in town. I'll be there soon." Michael shifted his car back into drive.

"Wait wait wait. I know it's, ya know, beyond me to be the one to ask this of you, but come in a good suit. We need to look presentable for this."

Michael rolled his eyes and started to pull out of the parking space. "Alright. But now I gotta ask you, do you even have a suit?"

"Bought one for this job. It's gonna be a bit wrinkled because I don't have an iron out here, but I got one."

Michael nodded to himself and took a deep breath away from the phone. "Alright… Alright, let's do this. Casino. ASAP, right?"

Trevor, with a smile and a skip in his step heading for his van, replied, "You know it. You'll get there before me, but I'll be right there. We're gonna make big on this one, Michael. Just you wait." Trevor hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. He rolled his fists into a silent cheer above his head, holding back his excitement through clenched teeth. "YYYES!" Trevor used the newly found energy to run the rest of the way to his van.

A little while later, Trevor drives up to the Casino and throws his car into a nearby spot. After a messily made park job, he jumps out of his driver seat, dressed in a gray tuxedo and sporting a clumsily fashioned red bowtie. He walked down the street, strutting himself like he was a luxury before calling out to his patiently waiting partner. "Mikey! Swell seeing you. Crazy that you just happen to be here."

Michael was dressed in his usual black jacket, a white button up, and matching slacks. He looked a little disheveled, but nothing offensive. "Ha. Ha. Now come on…" Michael leaned in on Trevor and kept his voice down. "Why are we scouting at a casino? Seems kinda risky, don't it?"

"Michael, Michael." Trevor waved his hand and guided his friend inside. "I need a specific kind of person. Somebody who knows how to play people. Now, normally, our common man and sweet talker would do what I'm planning. But since he's not here, we gotta make do with some cold reading."

"Cold reading?" Michael walked with Trevor but had his eyes drifting around the people glued to their slot machines. "I'm not gonna do spirit or psychic stuff. There are some lines not even I cross."

Trevor stopped and looked confused. "Psychic? Is that what that means? No no no. I meant we're going to trust our guts and find somebody who knows what's what. Somebody who we can see plays the game dirty and isn't afraid to take advantage of weakness."

Michael's eyes drifted back to the slot addicts. "Yeah… No offense, Trevor, but I think these guys are the ones being taken advantage of."

Trevor silently pointed at Michael, leaning in with a knowing gaze. "You're almost there." He walked past the slots and gestured to the rest of the casino where blackjack, roulette, and poker were happening among different tables. "People are getting taken advantage of here. We gotta find, if you will, a 'playa' who knows how to work them. We find our man, we get a read, we take one in like an abandoned pit dog that we're gonna become best friends with and form a lasting bond."

Michael was interested up until the part about pit dogs. He shook his head and sighed. "Fine, fine. Let's split and make this quick. I'll uh… Go to the roulette table or something."

Trevor held his arms out to his sides as he walked off the other way. "You're pickin' the hard one, friend. Poker is where it's at. Our playa will know that already."

Amethyst had gotten a hang of the game very fast. She had even learned how to hide and swap out cards. But best of all, she learned how to play the players. She took none of the big-time men in front of her seriously, and it made them angry. Amethyst surfed on that anger and road it to the bank.

Trevor could see her from across the room, given her purple hue. He strolled on over, hands rubbing and dirty grin on his face. He pulled up a chair and sat himself next to the big-earner. She glanced at the balding man next to her with some surprise, but quickly saw the opportunity in another player to sap chips from. She started conversion. "Say, man. Jumping right into shard infested waters, huh? I'm out here chompin' these guys limb by limb! Might wanna try the kids' table first."

Trevor was clearly impressed by the bravado. He leaned into the table and threw down a few hundred dollars in chips. "Nah, I just came to see the massacre. Your stack either tells me you came with daddy's money, or you've been robbing these guys blind. I gotta see which." Amethyst shrugged and turned back to the table, ready for the next deal.

Michael was having no luck as he watched a young man get angry enough to slap the table when he went one over blackjack. He sighed and shook his head as he stared at his shoes. "Dammit, none of these guys have a shit's worth of whatever Trevor was talkin' about. I don't even know why I came over here." Michael walked back towards the poker tables, ready to tell Trevor her was ready to dip.

The table was filled with groans of annoyance and two cheering bodies that clapped their hands together. Amethyst laughed as she pulled in a pile of chips almost too big for her arms. "Mwuahaha. I've never had so much power in my life."

Trevor tapped on the table with excitement before pointing down at Amethyst. "Exactly. Excatly what I wanna hear. You know what the high life feels like and where it really is. You know how to play these, well, suckers for everything they've got, and they just keep going. I need that. I need somebody like you to help me on a job. That is, if you're willing to get a little dirty."

"I like dirty," Amethyst replied. "I live in dirty. Sometimes I'm a pig and it's dirty."

Trevor clapped his hands pumped his fists. "Hell, yeah! You know what it's about. Listen…" Trevor leaned in and lowered his tone. "I've got a shipment of some figurines. Not the kind you'll be stacking on a shelf. These have premium contents, and we need some negotiation back up. Somebody like you who plays people with no mercy."

Amethyst nodded and kicked her feet up on her stack of chips. "Mmmm… Sure. I don't really know what any of that means, but I'm ready to ditch this place. It was fun, but you guys aren't a challenge. I'mma take my funds and go." Amethyst pulled her shirt up from her stomach and scooped the pile of chips into it. "Latahz."

"Hey, wait a minute." A grizzled voice came up besides amethyst. The man grabbed her arm, dropping her shirt and making her spill her load.

"Hey! Watch it, dude! Now I gotta pick these up," She replied.

The man moved his hand under her shirt and plucked a card from her pants, flipping it over to see a King. "Slimy bitch… You stole from me!"

Trevor came up from behind Amethyst and strode up to the man. "Hey, watch your language around the woman. The only slimy thing here is your aftershave."

The man dropped Amethyst's arm and faced up to Trevor. "You fuckin' what? You wanna back off before I deck your ass?"

"Try it, bitch." Trevor showed no fear in the face of a man much larger than him. A small crowd of players were gathered around, equally pissed off at the purple short stout.

Amethyst ran between them and easily pushed them away from each other, sliding them back on their feet. "Hey, hey. It's alright. I may have cheated a few hands but I'm willing to give those bits back!"

The bigger man scowled at her and grabbed her by the shirt. "The fuck you mean? You're not leaving at all. You're gonna get your ass beat before we take our money back."

Amethyst gave a sorry shrug at the man. "Dude, that's your funeral. I wouldn't try it."

The man went red in the face and immediately swung down at Amethyst. The shorter woman moved even faster, grabbing him by the arm grabbing her and flipping him over her head and smashing him into the table. The table shattered in the middle, collapsing it, and dumping all the cards, chips, and drinks on it to the ground. The man in the center of the destroyed table groaned and gripping at his blood-soaked waist.

Trevor went wide-eyed and shook his hands by his head, unable to vocalize himself for a few moments from sheer amazement. "Ho-ly shit. You've fuckin' wasted that guy. How the fuck- you're in. You're so in."

Amethyst looked a bit disturbed by the sight of the wood pierced man. "Shit, dude. You guys are fragile out here. You gotta be careful." Amethyst gestured at him before turning to see the dealer panicking into a phone on the wall. "Aw shit. Hey, dude. I think we gotta split."

Trevor nodded and made an eye-to-eye gesture. "Same page, friend. The name's Trevor Philips. Glad to be workin' with ya." Trevor threw out his hand to her.

Amethyst smirked despite the environment and met him together for a firm shake of hands. "Awesome! I'm Amethyst. But for real, we gotta go." Trevor nodded picked up a poker chip before running off with Amethyst to the door.

Michael was stood in shock, having just saw a 4 ½ foot tall woman flip a bear of a man into a table. He shook himself from his shock just in time to run out the door with Trevor and Amethyst. He shouts at them from behind, "The fuck was that?!"

"That," started Trevor, "Was what we were looking for. This is Amethyst and she's a great, brand-new friend."

Amethyst waved her hand. "Sup."

Michael stared gawking at the both of them. "Wh… What? We were looking for a fuckin' wrestler who dyed herself purple?"

Amethyst spread her arms out and presented herself. "Not dyed. All natchure-al. And I'm a pretty good wrestler. Unbeaten champion."

Trevor gave a thumbs up from behind Amethyst and Michael groaned. "Fine," said Michael. "We'll take the new age rock star with us. What's the worst that could happen? Oh, right. She's already killed a guy over poker." He walked over to his car and got him, waving at Trevor to get to his van and lead.

Trevor ran to his van with Amethyst shortly behind. They both jumped in and started the engine. Their hands met at the key and Amethyst gave a petite chuckle. "Oh my stars. It appears we've touched hands like forbidden lovers."

Trevor stared blankly before twisting the key and started the engine. He pulled out and started speeding down the road. "I could make it work," he thought out loud.

Michael followed up behind Trevor's van, turning his head to see if anybody was following him. To his surprise, the cops hadn't arrived yet. He sighed and turned forward, Trevor still zooming in front of him. Michael picked up his phone and dialed Trevor.

Trevor pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and answered. "What's up?"

Michael let out a breath before responding in frustration. "Alright, Trevor. Where are we going, what are we doing?"

"We're heading to the docks. I've got a lot of product in this van right now and I've got only one guy who'll buy it, but he's gotten defensive. I need the backup and moral support. Amethyst is perfect. And you're good too."

Michael nodded and relaxed a bit. "Alright. A drug deal on the docks. Simple enough."

The two hung up and Amethyst sincerely asked, "That your boyfriend?"

"Nah," says Trevor. "I wish."

The crew made their way down to the docks, encountering very little traffic on the way. Amethyst and Trevor were jamming out to some random rock song while Michael drove in silence and anticipation. They arrived at the docks and drove beside it until they got to a burger restaurant opposite of the ocean.

Trevor turned to Amethyst. "Alright. You'll take my left, Michael will be my right. We're dealing in coke. And lots of it. They're in these figurines. Crack one open it's like Christmas just came out early. If I need muscle, you're it. If you know how to make the deal sweeter, try it."

Amethyst nodded clenched her fists in front of her chest. "Hell yeah. Hard shit. I've got your back."

Trevor and Amethyst got out of the van and Michael stepped out of his car. Michael walked up to the door first and opened it up, letting Trevor and Amethyst walk in first. Michael turned the Open sign to Closed and lined up with the others at the counter. Trevor called out, "Hey, Bob!"

A man, presumably named Bob, came out from the kitchen area and stood with back erect at the counter. He had a deep monotone voice. "Hey. It's me. I'm Bob." Bob was balding but was able to barely hide it on the back of his head with a comb over and sweep. His Apron had some grease on it and under it her had dirty t-shirt and sweatpants. "You uh… Bring the stuff?"

Trevor slid his hands against one another before presenting himself front and center. "Heya, Bobby. I've got all the stuff you could ever want. I think you call it seasoning? We got it."

Bob nodded. "Yeah, well, I have a new provider. I was just asking so that I could tell you I need your van out from in front of my restaurant."

"You have a- What?" Trevor looked baffled and shook his head in disbelief. "Another provider? Bobby, what are you talking about? I've been seasoning your burgers for years. What changed?"

"New provider gives me lower prices and discrete packaging. I didn't tell you because we were working out the kinks. But yeah. I won't need your services anymore."

Trevor clenched his fist and released it with a gasp. "You… What's not discrete about our packaging for ya, Bob?"

"They're all in superhero statues. Why would a burger restaurant need that many statues so frequently? New guy does beef boxes."

Trevor breathed heavy again and tried to hold back his frustration. "Bob, I'm getting mad. You've been my loyal customer for years and I'm not ready to let that go."

"Well, another perk of my new guy is that he affords me protection." Bob looked over at the bathroom just across from the entrance where three men came out with Kevlar vests and SMGs. They leveled their sights on the three dealers, keeping a firm stance.

Trevor turned to Bob and raised his fist at him, getting ready to jump the counter before Michael grabbed him. "You son of a bitch! What the fuck is this?! This isn't protection, you fucking sold us out!"

Bob shrugged. "Yeah, sorry but uh… Kinda one of those negotiation kinks. Nothing personal."

The men are about ready to open fire when Amethyst starts glowing. She drops down to the floor, her body quickly morphing into a snake before she slithers under the men. The men jump up and start trying to stamp on the purple snake, panicking and skirting around, trying not to get bit. Amethyst lurches up and reforms her body. She summons her whip at the same time and spins it around, slashing into their vests and knocking their sights away from her.

Trevor picks up a bar stool and swings the seat down against one of the assaulters' head, cracking his head against the ground. Trevor quickly picks up his gun and aims it at one of the other two men before Michael walks up with a handgun he pulled from the back of his pants.

Trevor shouted at Bob who had receded back to the kitchen. "Bob! You fucked up! You fucked up real bad!"

Bob had his wall phone dialed and calling somebody. "I didn't want it to go down like this, Trevor. I've got the new guy on the line. They're gonna come box you in if you don't leave."

Trevor slammed the gun against a table before bringing it back up to guard himself while he backs up to the door. "Fucking fine! But if this fucker wants me dead, he's gonna have to get to me before I get to him. I'm killing this asshole and coming back to re-establish our good relations!" He backed to the door with Michael as they held sights down on the two remaining guards while Amethyst ran back to the door with them.

The three leave Bob's burger restaurant and make a break for their cars. Trevor and Amethyst get into the van, quickly peeling out and away from the store with Michael following behind. Michael wastes no time dialing Trevor again. Trevor picks up the phone and angrily puts on speaker. "Speak."

Michael lets out an exhausted sigh. "Fuck, Trevor. What happened?"

"You heard it," Michael replied. "Bob got a new best friend and I'm gonna have to put a fucking bullet in his brain."

Amethyst leaned in on the phone. "Yeah, let's kick his ass! Who is this ass anyway?" Amethyst looked up at Trevor.

Trevor thought for a moment. "Gonna have to find out." He rolled his tongue off the roof of his mouth. "He's good enough to have taken Bob from me and had men to spare. May not be anybody I've heard of, but I'll find him."

Amethyst piped up. "What if we try buying off him? If we can find his stuff, we may be able to back trace it to him. His dealers have to be connected to the top somehow."

Michael actually seemed impressed by that idea. "Hey, that's not a bad idea. Maybe you did a good job picking this one up, Trev."

"Of course I did," replied Trevor. "Okay. We'll do it. Gotta spend money to make money I always say. Let's go find a dealer."

Amethyst and Trevor gave each other a high five and Michael rolled his eyes when he hears it through the phone. They drive back off into the deep of Los Santos with their intent set on finding this new dealer.

To be continued…