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Chapter Twelve - Saving the Worst for Last.

In the Vinewood Hills, Trevor's truck is coming up the road, the truck pulls over to the side of said road, Trevor, Eddie, Daryl, and Hugh get out of the truck.

Trevor (to Eddie) - Call the others, tell em' to meet here.

He climbs to the top of the hillside, and looks over the city, police sirens are heard in the distance.

Trevor - What a bunch of idiots.

A car is heard pulling up, it's Frank, Packie, Karl, and Gus.

Trevor - Franklin!

Frank - Hey, man, what's up.

Trevor - Just waiting for the fat one to arrive.

Frank - Hey, man, that's your boy, why you gotta be pissed off at him?

Trevor - Reasons that you'll never understand.

Frank - Na, I get it, he fucked up, and you still mad about it. Damn, man, you sound like a bitter ex-girlfriend.

Trevor is getting mad, but holds his temper.

Trevor (growling) - I'll save my frustrations for our last target.

Another car pulls up, it's Michael, Lamar, Taliana, and Norm.

Michael - Everyone.

Frank - You got stretch?

Michael - Lamar got him.

Frank - For real?

Lamar - Yeah, nigga, it was simple.

Frank - Bullshit.

Michael - It's true, Frank. He fired the fatal shot.

Lamar - I might have to lay low for a few days, Stretch's crew might come after us.

Frank - After us!?

Lamar - That fool was janky.

Frank - Nigga, I told you that from the get-go.

Trevor - Alright, you two, argue later, last target now.

Michael - He's right. Let's get going!

Everyone gets to their vehicles.

Michael - Trevor! Lead the way!

Trevor's truck takes off first, followed by the other two cars.


In his backyard, Devon is lounging by the pool, he shouts to one of his soldiers.

Devon - Hey, gigantor.

Tenpenny - What?

Devon - Unless you've got news from the foundry team, I don't wanna be disturbed.

Tenpenny - Yes, sir.

Tenpenny walks away from Weston, he walks over to Vercetti and Claude.

Tenpenny - That fucking guy.

Vercetti - I know.

Tenpenny - Someone should pop that rich motherfucker.

Vercetti - All that talk, you should've been a cop.

Tenpenny - And be just like my deadbeat father? yeah, right.

Vercetti - Who was your dad?

Tenpenny - Check the local police files, and look up Frank Tenpenny.

Vercetti - Sounds like a swell guy.

Tenpenny - Ha! He wishes. Bastard was responsible for the riots back in 92.

Vercetti - For real?

Tenpenny - And was involved with the drug problem that effected grove street.

Vercetti - Damn, that's some crazy shit.

Tenpenny - I can see why my mom hated his ass.


Meanwhile, outside the gates of Devon's home, three vehicles show up, everyone gets out of them.

Michael - Alright, everyone, arm yourselves. This could get ugly.

They get ready.

Michael - Remember, we want Mr. Weston alive, anyone else you can shoot.

Trevor - I'm going in!

Trevor runs off, and is heading to the front.

Michael - Trevor!

Too late, Trevor is climbing the fence.

Michael - Dammit. So much for catching them off-guard.

He turns to Packie and Gus.

Michael - Y'all two follow him.

They go after him.

Michael - Y'all ready?

Frank - Yeah. Let's do this.

They all load up, and hop the fence, it's time to take him down.


A guard is standing by the side of the house, he turns around and sees Trevor running towards him.

Guard #1 - We got a combat situation! Guard….

The guard is knocked out by Packie, who then fires at him.

Trevor - Nice shot!

Packie - Thanks.

Guard #2 - They got Menendez!

Guard #3 - PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!


Back at the pool, the guards are quickly running away Devon is alerted.

Devon - What is it!?

Tenpenny - Intruders, sir! take cover.

Devon runs off to hide somewhere. Tenpenny instead runs to a getaway vehicle.

Vercetti - Where are you going?

Tenpenny - Shit like this, I'm getting out.

Vercetti - What about Devon?

Tenpenny - The hell with that fool, I ain't dying for him.

Vercetti and Claude also jump in the getaway car, they speed off.


At the stairs on the side of the house, another guard is about to run down, but he's struck by a shotgun blast, Trevor is charging, with Packie behind him.

Trevor - Devon!

They climb up the stairs, to some back patio area, another guard is firing at them, both of them shoot at the guard, killing him, another guard comes up from the other stairs that lead to the pool area, he fires at them, Packie shoots him dead.

Guard #4 - Let's earn our paychecks! protect Devon!

Trevor shoots that guard dead.

Trevor - I'm a walking combat situation, Assholes!


Meanwhile in the house, some of the guards are running about,

Guard #5 - They're everywhere!

Guard #6 - No retreat!

Guard #5 - Let's kill them.

The guard opens the door, and is instantly killed by gunfire, Michael, Norm, Frank, Hugh, Gus, and Lamar enter the house.

Michael - Spread out! There could be more.

Everyone scatters throughout the house, Michael enters the living room area, Norm and Frank are following him. a couple of Guards come out of nowhere, and fire at them, Michael gets shot in the arm, he falls down.

Frank - Michael!

Norm fires at the guard, killing him.

Norm - Got 'em.

Frank - You alright, man?

Michael - I'm fine.

He tries to get up, but his arm hurts.

Michael - Fuck!

Frank - Stay with him.

Norm - Got it.

Frank runs off.


Back in the front of the house, Some guards break a window, and get out.

Guard #7 - Let's get to the pool area!

Suddenly, Daryl appears, he's armed with a M60 machine gun, and shoots at all of them, killing them all.

Daryl - Take that!


On the side of the house, another guard is running towards the patio area where Trevor and Packie are, said guard is shot at, and falls down, the shooter is Karl, who proceeds to fire another round into the unconscious guard, killing him.

Karl - I just took out half your friends back out front.

Guard #8 - YOUR GONNA DIE, BITCH!


Trevor and Packie are by the pool area, looking for Devon, another guard shows up, and tries to fire at them, he's out of ammo, Trevor grabs him, and throws him over the rail.

Other Guard - Ahh!

He falls down the cliff, to his death, Trevor resumes looking for Devon.

Packie - He's not here.

Devon (in box) - What do you mean all of our operatives are dead?

They look for the voice, Packie points to a box that sits by a chair, Trevor walks over and opens it, Devon is hiding in there.

Devon - Wait, wait, hear me out!

Trevor punches Devin, knocking him unconscious.

Trevor - No more talkie!


Back in the front, the others are exiting the house, there are dead soldiers laying everywhere on the ground, Trevor is walking to the driveway, he's carrying Devon's body, he sees Michael being helped by Taliana and Norm, he's bleeding from his arm.

Trevor - Whoa! Looks like they got you.

Michael - Bite me!

You should get that checked out.

Taliana - I know a friend close by who can fix him.

Trevor - Get it done.

They leave, Trevor puts Devon in the trunk of the vehicle that's parked out front, he turns to the others.

Trevor - Trash the house, take what you want, then scatter.

He then turns to Eddie.

Trevor (to Eddie) - Speedy, drop off my truck by the trailer.

He nods, and Trevor gets in the car.


Trevor drives away from the home, onto the road. He gets on his phone.

Trevor - I got Mr. Weston. Let's take him out of the city, make him disappear. Meet me on the cliffs off the GOH, Chiliad Mountain State Wilderness.

Frank (on phone) - We'll be there.

He hangs up, and continues driving, several moments pass, Trevor hears a voice coming from the trunk.

Devon (in trunk) - Uhh! Where am I? What's happening?

Another thud is heard.

Devon (in trunk) - Slow down, Slick! Think about this!

Trevor - This is why people want to kill you, you won't shut up!

Several more thuds are heard from the trunk.

Devon (in trunk) - You know, you're a-you're a resourceful guy, getting past those trained killers. I need someone like you in my organization.

Trevor - The CEO position's gonna be vacant real soon, Slick.

Devon (in trunk) - I got nothing against you, apart from the obvious hygiene issues. Michael caused me problems, so Michael had to go.

Trevor - You're looking at it rationally, there are people who are useful to you, and people who ain't, and the people who ain't got to go. Me, I'm not rational. I don't care if you're useful or not. I feel like taking you out, Devo, so that's what I'm doing

Devon (in trunk) - This is a serious offer! Work for me, you'll have everything you've ever wanted.

Trevor - All I've ever wanted is to watch you drift in and out of consciousness as you're slowly disemboweled.

He turns onto the freeway.

Devon (in trunk) - Yes! Yes! That's the kind of creativity I need on my team. Come on, come on, let me out of here.

Trevor - Look, I got my own company - Trevor Phillips Industries...

Devon (in trunk) - Oh yeah, a-a-a-a fellow entrepreneur. Uh, let me buy a stake, uh, give you money to grow!

Trevor - I dunno if you heard, but I'm kinda gold rich right now, so you got precisely nothing to offer. Prepare for the end, my friend.

He drives through the tunnel.

Devon (in trunk) - You creepy bum!

More thuds are heard from the trunk. The car drives out if the tunnel.

Devon (in trunk) - You're fucked. You hear me! You and all of your friends, Fucked!

Trevor - My friends won't be happy if I empty a clip into the trunk.

He continues driving, more thuds are heard, he drives by that one restaurant that is for sale.

Devon (in trunk) - Let me out of this trunk!

Trevor - Find a happy place, you zen cock!

He drives onto the bridge, entering the forest area by the freeway, more thuds are heard.

Devon (in trunk) - Name your price!

Trevor - This is why the people I put in my trunk are usually dead.

He drives off the freeway, and turns down a dirt road that leads to the cliffs of the GOH, he comes to a stop.

Trevor - Here we are, Slick, with a few minutes for some one-on-one time.


Time passes to sunset. Trevor is waiting for others to arrive at the rendezvous point, with Michael, Taliana, and Norm being the first to arrive, Michael's left arm is in a sling.

Michael - Hey! We good, T?

Trevor - Never better, amigo.

Michael - Ah, good.

Trevor - Franklin?

Michael - Ah, he'll be here.

Michael lights up a cigarette and smokes for a bit. he coughs, disgusted, Michael throws the cigarette into the ocean, and throws the pack to Norm. Frank and Lamar arrive in Lamar's van.

Michael - Franklin! Lamar!

Frank - Hey, what's up?

Lamar - What's up, creepy dude, and crazy dude.

They walk over to Trevor's car.

Michael - I assume you got him?

Trevor opens the trunk to reveal Devin Weston bound and gagged.

Trevor - Safe and sound! Ain't that right, buddy?

Devon looks at them, he's scared.

Frank - Hey, my bad, homie. I picked C, ain't that a bitch?

Michael - You know, Devin, the way I see it, and hey, I'm no intelligent businessman like you, but the way I see it, there's two great evils that bedevil American capitalism of the type that you practice. Number one is outsourcing. You paid a private company to do your dirty work for ya, and then you underpaid that company because you thought you were big enough and bad enough that you didn't have to play by the rules. Oh, number two: offshoring your profits.

Trevor - Offshoring?

Michael - Oh, it's horrible. You wouldn't want to be sent offshore just to save a little money, would you, T?

Trevor - Oh no, I wouldn't.

Michael - Franklin? Lamar? Would you wanna go?

Frank - I ain't goin' nowhere.

Lamar - Fuck no.

Michael - No, see, but we know your opinions on the matter, Devin. Keep your problems the fuck out of America, huh?

Trevor - In this instance, when he puts it like that, it makes sense.

Michael - Course it does. Hey, Devin.…Goodbye, my old friend. Thanks for all the advice.

Trevor closes the car's trunk.

Lamar - Bye bye.

In the drivers side of the car, Taliana is messing with the wires.

Taliana - Car's ready.

Trevor - Thanks.

Frank, Norm, Lamar, and Trevor push Devin's car into the ocean, where it hits some rocks below, and then explodes after a few seconds.

Lamar - You know that fool is dead.

Trevor - So now what?

Michael - We wait a few days, or until Lester takes care of things.

Lamar - Let's get out of here.

Frank and Lamar get in the van, and drive away. Taliana, Norm, and Michael get into their car and drive away, leaving Trevor alone, who soon walks away from the cliff.

End of Chapter Twelve.


(Author's Note: This one took me a while to finish, stay turned for the last two chapters).