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Chapter Eleven - Taking Out the Trash
The three of them exit Lester's house, Michael talks to them.
Michael - Alright, gather up whoever is available, and we'll meet up later.
He turns to Trevor.
Michael - T, we're gonna need some supplies, I'll have Lester contact you for more information.
Trevor - Sure thing.
Trevor gets in his truck, and speeds off.
Michael - I'll contact you later on, kid.
Frank - Aight, see you then.
Michael gets in his car, and drives away.
Frank - Shit, I better call Lamar.
He gets out his phone, and dials Lamar's number, the line rings.
Lamar (on phone) - Wassup, homie.
Frank - Man, things are kind of fucked up right now, dog.
Lamar (on phone) - It's all good nigga, who better to have in a fucked up situation than a fucked up fool like me?
Frank - Man, that's the shit I want to hear. Hey, look, I'm heading over to your crib.
Lamar (on phone) - Aight, I'll be here.
He hangs up, gets on his motorcycle, and speeds off.
The Next Day
Inside a cheap hotel room, Steve Haines is lounging in bed, he's in his underwear, also in bed next to him is a young woman, the college girl from the bar.
College Girl - That was awesome, Steve.
Steve - I know I'm that good, baby.
College Girl - I agree, even better than the last few times we've did this.
Suddenly, his cell phone starts ringing.
Steve - Excuse me, this could be important business.
He answers his cell phone.
Steve - Hello?
Distorted Voice (on phone) - Steve Haines.
Steve - Yes?
Distorted Voice (on phone) - You don't know who I am, but I have something that you want.
Steve - Ok, keep talking.
Distorted Voice (on phone) - Head to the foundry in Murrieta Heights, and you'll get your cut of the millions, in exchange for your silence.
Steve - Sounds like a deal. Who is this by the way?
Distorted Voice (on phone) - Nobody Important.
Steve - Is this you, Davey?
The line clicks off.
Steve - Ugh, Fucking convicts.
He hangs up his phone. And starts getting dressed.
Steve - Sorry, baby, I gotta go, got business to attend to.
College Girl - Can you call me later?
Steve - I have a taping of my show to do at the boardwalk.
He turns around, and smiles at her.
Steve - But leave me your phone number and address, maybe I'll swing by later on.
In his backyard by the pool, Devon Weston is sitting in a lawn chair, around his compound, there are merryweather soldiers guarding him, sitting in a chair opposite him is a man, Don Perceval, the owner of merryweather..
Devon - I'm waiting for that kid to dispose of Mr. De Santa, he's done too much damage for me.
Don Perceval - That I understand. But what about that psychotic friend of theirs that you've told me about?
Devon - Oh, I wouldn't worry about him, he's just a dumb ass Canadian. Hell, I could make a phone call right now, and have him shipped back to Canada, before you could say "It's Aboot time".
Don Perceval - Your crazy. My Intel people looked into him, they tell me that this guy is associated with those crazy biker gangs in the desert.
Devon - So what!, They're all just a bunch of animals, every single one of them, nothing but backwood drunks who smoke meth, sleep with their sister or cousin, and jerk each other off.
Don Perceval - All this, just because you wanted to turn Solomon Richard's studio into condos, not to mention Molly's untimely death.
Devon - SHE DIDN'T NEED TO DIE! I was this close to owning it all!
Don Perceval - You can buy other properties in town, the market is out there.
Devon - It ain't about that anymore, it's the principal of the matter, Don. I want Michael Townley's head on a fucking platter! If I have to, I'll put a million dollar bounty on both him, and his band of misfits.
Don Perceval - Isn't that's going a bit too far?
Devon - Don, I am a multimillionaire, I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want!
His cell phone starts ringing,
Devon - Excuse me, I have to take this.
He answers it.
Devon - You got Devon.
Distorted Voice (on phone) - Mr. Weston.
Devon - Whos this?
Distorted Voice (on phone) - Head to the foundry in Murrieta Heights in ten minutes, come alone.
Devon - Ok, who the hell is this?
The line clicks off.
Devon - Dammit. Sorry, Don, I have business to attend to, we'll catch up later.
Don Perceval - Fine. Just keep me out of whatever bullshit you're in this time.
Devon - No problem.
Don gets up and walks away, Devon talks to one of the Soldiers.
Devon - Escort Mr. Perceval to the front door.
Vercetti - Yes, sir, Mr. Weston.
Two soldiers, one of them, Vercetti, and the other one, Claude, are escorting Don Perceval to his car.
Don Perceval - Thank you.
Vercetti - Your welcome, sir.
He's about to get into his car, but he turns back to the two of them.
Don Perceval - Oh, and men.
Vercetti - Sir?
Don Perceval - If something does go down, you know what to do.
Vercetti - Yes, sir.
He gets in his car, and drives away.
Vercetti - Should've stayed working for my dad in Vice City.
Claude nods in agreement.
Vercetti - You should talk more.
The two soldiers head back to their duties.
A convoy of military vehicles are driving through the streets, the convoy pulls onto the side of the road, a dozen or so FIB and Merryweather Soldiers get out of said vehicles, they walk into the area by the foundry in Murrieta Heights, all of them are heavily armed, they look around.
Soldier #1 - Where are they?
Soldier #2 - Somethings not right.
Soldier #3 - I got a bad feeling about this.
Out of nowhere, Lamar comes out.
Lamar - Hey, Merryweather Dudes!
He catches their attention.
Lamar - Kiss this!
Lamar drops his pants, and moons them.
Soldier #2 - After him!
Soldier #1 - Call in air support!
All of the soldiers begin charging after him, he turns a corner, they follow suit.
They turn around the corner, they see the foundry close by, but Lamar is nowhere to be seen.
Soldier #2 - Where did he go?
He comes out of hiding again.
Lamar - I'm over here, you incompetent motherfuckers!
He flips them off, further angering them.
Soldier #1 - Get him!
Soldier #3 - Catch him!
Lamar runs into the side entrance of the foundry, all of the soldiers run inside, the door is suddenly closed, Michael barricades the door, making sure they can't get out, he gets on his radio.
Michael - Alright, front entrance is locked, you guys set in there?
Frank (on radio) - Yeah, man.
Inside the foundry, Frank and Gus are setting up something, some other members of the team are also running about, setting up something.
Michael (on radio) - They're on their way in, Get out.
Frank - Alright, dog, we coming out.
He clicks off his radio.
Frank - We set?
Gus - Oh, yeah.
Frank - Let's go.
Frank and Gus run off.
Gus (off screen) - Everyone head outside, they're here!
The rest of the team run out the nearest exit.
Meanwhile on the outside, Two Merrryweather Helicopters arrive on scene.
Pilot - Ground support, we are on scene, where are you?
Soldier #1 (on radio) - We're in the building, stand by.
Pilot - 10-4.
Unknown to the choppers, they are being watched, down below in hiding, are Trevor, Packie, Norm, and Karl, Packie is spying on them with his binoculars.
Trevor - Got them in sight?
Packie - Yes, sir.
Trevor - Alright, aim for the tail rotor, if not, then go for the pilots. Arm yourselves!
They start to arm themselves.
Back in the foundry, the Soldiers are roaming around.
Soldier #2 - Where are they?!
Soldier #4 - It's dark in here.
Soldier #3 - Look for a light!
One of the Soldiers find a collection of boxes.
Soldier #2 - I think we found it!
The leader walks up to the boxes collection.
Soldier #1 - Mr. Weston will be so pleased.
He opens the box, and he sees something that has a timer on it, but the timer is going backwards, it's almost to zero. He now looks scared.
Soldier #1 - Bomb!
On the outside, the choppers are hovering close by, when suddenly, the foundry explodes in a ball of flames, catching them off guard.
Pilot - Oh, shit!
Co-Pilot - The foundry just blew up!
Other Pilot (on radio) - Get on the radio, and call for backup now!
Trevor (off screen) - Fire!
Pilot - What the?
The four of them fire at the choppers, Trevor fires at the second chopper, blowing up the tail rotor, causing the chopper to spin, and crash, in the first chopper, the co-pilot gets shot, Norm and Karl gets their RPGs, and all four of them fire at the chopper, blowing it out of the sky.
Trevor - Nice shot, Lackeys.
Karl - Thanks.
Norm - Thank you, Mr. Phillips, and I must say, it's an honor to work around someone with your kind of intelligence that'll...
Trevor (interrupting) - Okay, okay, enough bragging about my greatness, let's go regroup with the others.
They leave, and head down to the ground.
The team regroups by their vehicles, they see the foundry burning up.
Michael - Keep a look out for survivors.
Frank - We did it!
Packie - For now.
Gus - What's next?
Trevor - Are we gonna wait around till someone else comes to kill us? Or are we gonna wait till this fat fuck right here gets turned again?
Michael - Oh, bite me.
Frank - No one's turning on no one. And you know it.
Gus - We got rid of these guys, how long before someone else tries to get us?
Michael - Let's contact Lester, and find out their whereabouts.
Frank gets out his phone, and dials a number.
Lester (on phone) - Who's this? Stop calling this number!
Frank - It's me, dog.
Trevor - We just took care of those merryweather fucks!
Lester (on phone) - I thought I saw an explosion from that side of town.
Frank - We got 'em.
Lester (on phone) - You aren't calling for a chat?
Frank - No, we got some work to do.
Michael - Can you get us some whereabouts?
Lester (on phone) - Well, I'll do my best. Who?
Michael - Steve Haines for starters.
Frank - And Devin Weston's ass.
Trevor - And uh, Wei Chang. W.E.I.C.H.A.N.G. Wei Chang. Wei Chang. And Franklin's pal, Stretch.
Lester (on phone) - Huh, Stretch?
Frank - His real name is Harold Joseph.
Lester (on phone) - Alright, give me a second.
A second or two passes.
Lester (on phone) - Okay, Steve Haines is taping his show over on Del Pedro Pier. Shooting permit came up immediately.
Trevor - Shotgun! Woo! I wanted to ice that fucker since the moment I met him.
He turns to Eddie.
Trevor - Speedy! You're driving.
Eddie - Got it.
Trevor and Eddie get in Trevor's truck, and drive off.
Lester (on phone) - Alright, alright, ah, I got a signal from Mr. Harold Joseph's phone over at the B.J. Smith Recreation Center.
Michael - I got him.
Lamar - No, I got him, homie.
Michael - I'm going with you.
Lamar - Aight.
Michael - Taliana, Norm, come along.
They nod, and get in the car, and drive away.
Frank - What you got left?
Lester (on phone) - Tao Chang's credit card just bought a magnum at the beach club in Pacific Bluffs.
Frank - Okay, we'll go ask him about his punk-ass dad.
Lester (on phone) - And when I find Mr. Weston, I'll send everyone the coordinates.
Frank - Alright, good.
He hangs up his phone, and turns to Packie, Karl, and Gus.
Frank - Y'all three come with me.
They get in the car, and drive off.
A car pulls up into the parking lot of the B.J. Smith recreation center, Michael, Lamar, Norm, and Taliana are in said car.
Michael - Alright, we're at the courts. You see him, Lamar?
Lamar looks around, he sees Stretch and three of his friends on the court.
Lamar - Yeah, I see that fool.
Michael - We got your back.
Lamar - I got this one, homie, stand fast.
Lamar gets out of the car.
Michael - Keep the car running.
Taliana - Got it.
Michael - Know how to fire a weapon?
Taliana - Are you kidding?
He hands her a gun.
Michael - Just in case.
She nods, Michael turns to Norm.
Michael - Norm, get ready.
Norm - Got it, Boss.
Stretch and three of his friends are on the court, shooting hoops.
Stretch - That fool, L.D., disrespectful ass motherfucker's trying to break the order of things over here.
Gang Member #1 - We should go smoke his ass.
Gang Member #2 - Definitely.
Lamar walking over to them.
Stretch - Speak of the dumbass.
Lamar - What the fuck, homie?
Stretch - Lamar Davis, what the fuck you doing here?
Lamar - Payback for almost having me smoked by the ballas, bitch.
Stretch - Shit, nigga, you just needed to learn a lesson, that's OG's prerogative.
Lamar - Man, that's some fucked up shit, Stretch.
Stretch - I don't see why you tripping off that, even your boy, Franklin shouldn't be tripping neither, his ass ran outta here.
Lamar - Shit, man, you a bigger traitor than Big Smoke.
Stretch - Big Smoke, C.J., Ryder, Sweet, all them grove street fools, they ain't got shit on me, I'm taking over this hood, one street at a time.
Lamar - You just a fake ass nigga, Stretch.
Stretch - Punk ass bitch, you have any idea who you talking too, homie?
Lamar - I ain't your fucking homie, bitch.
Stretch - Nigga, you ain't nothing without your boy Franklin around, just another dumbass in Balla territory.
Getting angry, Lamar pulls out his gun.
Lamar - Fuck you, Bitch!
He shoots and kills one of the gang members, Stretch runs back a couple of feet, but Lamar shoots at him, the others shoot back, more gang members come out, but Michael and Norm come out and assist.
Gang Member #3 - No fucking way!
Gang Member #4 - You better pray you die quick!
Lamar begins to fire at the other gang members.
Gang Member #5 - Oh, I'm gonna hurt you, motherfucker!
Gang Member #2 - Hey, that's your problem, my nigga. I'm out!
Gang Member #3 - Hey, man, L.D. got stretch, man! Roll on his ass!
Gang Member #4 - I'm coming for you, now!
Norm shoots a gang member, by the parking lot.
Norm - I got him!
Two more come out from behind the brick wall.
Norm - Two more coming from the side!
Taliana - I got em'!
Taliana fires at them, taking both of them down, she sees two more gang members coming towards the car.
Taliana - Two more from the right!
Michael shoots at both of them.
Michael - They're done!
Lamar guns down two more on the other side of the court.
Lamar - Them dudes is dead!
Michael walks up to the side of the building, one comes out of hiding. Michael shoots him dead, he then walks over to the small brick wall by the court, one of them comes out and opens fire, but Michael is too quick, and shoots him. Another one is on top of the brick wall, shooting at them, Norm shoots at him, killing him.
Norm - That's most of them.
They see Stretch on the ground, trying to crawl away.
Michael - He's still alive.
Lamar - I got this one, homie.
Lamar walks over to Stretch, who's still trying to crawl, but he can't, Lamar pulls out his gun, and points it at Stretch.
Stretch (weakly) - You're a dead man, L.D.
Lamar - Grove Street, motherfucker!
He pulls the trigger, and empties several rounds into Stretch, killing him.
Lamar - Let's go!
They get back in the car, and drive away, Michael pulls out his phone, and dials a number.
Michael - Hey, Frank. Y'alls pal, Stretch, he ain't a problem no more.
Frank (on radio) - Shit, he wasn't our friend, he was a dude who ganked us.
Trevor (on radio) - So who we got next?
Lester (on radio) - We got Agent Haines on our list.
Trevor's truck pulls onto the Del Pedro Pier, the truck turns left into the parking lot, by the entrance,
Trevor - Keep the truck running.
Eddie - Got it.
Trevor gets a pair of binoculars, and looks around the boardwalk.
Trevor - Ah ha, I see him, Lester, see if you can patch me into his radio mike, I want a last reminder of what an annoying prick he is.
On the Ferris wheel, Steve Haines is with his cameraman, taping his show.
Steve - Los Santos. A city of saints, a city of sinners, and nothing in between but the FIB….Cut!
The Cameraman lowers the camera.
Steve - God, this is crap. Who writes this bullshit anyway?
He shakes his arms.
Steve - Alright, you got this framed right?
Cameraman - Yeah, you're looking great.
Steve - Is it the chin, how's the chin?
Cameraman - Oh, sharp.
Steve - Alright, the audio's clean?
Cameraman - Nice, well say something.
Steve - Check, check, check.
The Cameraman gives him a thumbs up.
Steve - Yeah, it's great. Okay, fine, we're on. I'm ready, you ready?
Cameraman - Speed.
Steve - Alright, let's do this people. I'm a professional, let's go.
He clears his throat.
Steve - Hi, I'm Steve Haines. Hi, I'm…
Back at the truck, Trevor is arming an expensive sniper rifle.
Trevor - This is the best?
Eddie - It's the best one. Oscar Guzman highly recommended it..
Trevor - Good, get ready to speed off.
He looks into the scope, he sees Haines on the Ferris wheel.
Trevor - Let's see, where is he….Ah ha, There you are!
Back on the Ferris wheel, Haines is having another take
Steve - A city of celluloid, a city of scumbags.
Trevor (off screen) - A city of douchebags like you!
Steve - What the?!
Trevor (off screen) - Look to your right!
Haines looks over, and sees someone in the distance.
Back in the truck, Trevor is aiming the sniper rifle at Haines.
Trevor - Smile, you son of a bitch!
He fires off a few rounds, most of them hit Steve, the Cameraman ducks down.
The cameraman gets up, and sees Haines laying on the ground, a bullet wound on his face, he's dead.
Cameraman - My god! They shot him! They shot What's-his-name!
Back at the truck.
Trevor - Let's go, go, go!
The truck speeds off the pier, avoiding the incoming police, disappearing into the city.
Trevor - Whoa! Slow down, cowboy!
After making a few turns, the Truck slows down, but not too slow. Trevor gets on the radio.
Trevor - Agent Haines is history.
Michael (on radio) - Good riddance. At least now we don't have to pay him.
Trevor - Got that right. Who's next?
Frank (on radio) - Hey, the boy Chang, don't worry, we're about to be on him.
At the beach club in Pacific Bluffs, three cars are parked out front, from the highway, Frank, Gus, and Karl are watching, Packie is under one of the vehicles, setting up something, he crawls out from underneath, and runs back to the others.
Frank - We set?
Packie - Oh, yeah.
Karl - Now what?
Gus - We wait.
They wait, a group of triads come out of the beach club, they're armed.
Karl - Which one is Chang?
Gus - I don't know.
They get in their cars.
Frank - Blow it.
Packie presses a button, the first car blows up, everyone in the group is caught off guard.
Karl - Blow up the second one.
Packie presses the button again, the third car in the group blows up, someone spots them.
Frank - Fire!
The four of them start firing at the triads, they get killed.
Packie - We got em'.
From the other side of the parking lot, another car arrives, it's another group of triads.
Gus - Assassins!
Karl - Get em'!
They shoot at the henchmen, dodging bullets, killing all of them.
Gus - That's the last of them.
Karl - Yeah. Let's get out of here.
They get in their vehicle, and speed away, Frank gets on the radio.
Frank - Hey, we got out clean, you dudes ain't goin' have no triads coming after you.
Trevor (on radio) - We ain't gonna have anyone to sell super-weapons to either, but hey ho.
Frank - Who's next?
Michael (on radio) - Devon Weston, we got a location yet?
Lester (on radio) - Yeah, a merryweather team was dispatched to protect him at his house in the Tongva Hills.
Michael (on radio) - I'm on the way there.
Lester (on radio) - Great, i'll send the coordinates to the others, these guys are heavily armed.
Trevor (on radio) - Don't worry, I won't get started till we're all together, not properly at least.
End of Chapter Eleven.
(Author's Note: Stay tuned for the next chapter).
