This chapter takes more out of "The Paleto Score Setup" As a disclaimer I do not own Grand Theft Auto or it's characters, GTA is property of Rockstar Games. I do own Stephanie.
Chapter 25: Surveying The Bank
Trevor and Steph sat on the park bench while Michael stood and waited for Lester, Steph was on her phone texting Franklin, and Trevor was throwing rocks at Michael. "Cut it out." Michael told Trevor after a rock hit him. Trevor threw another one, it hit Michael in the side of his face. "I'm gonna break your fucking fingers if you don't knock that shit off." Michael threatened Trevor. "Please do, alright, you'd alleviate the boredom." Trevor replied. The bus pulled up and the doors opened, the three approached the bus awaiting Lester. He got off the bus wearing a red button up shirt, and blue jeans. He looked at Michael and Trevor, Steph looked at him while he stood there. "Hey." Michael said. "Hey." Lester replied. "Hey." Trevor added in. "Welcome to paradise." Stephanie said sarcastically. "Come on, car's this way." Michael told Lester before walking towards the car. "It's dry out here." Lester complained. "Don't worry brother. Steph will take care of all your moisturizing needs." Trevor said calmly. Steph slapped him in the back of the head in anger as they walked to the car. Trevor opened the front passenger door for Lester. "Shall we?" Trevor asked politely. "Might as well get started." Lester replied. They all piled into the red Declasse Premier, Michael started it up and started driving towards the bank.
"Okay, let's take a look at this bank." Lester told Michael. "We'll go to the front of the bank. Clock the entrance. If the paperwork's correct, the alarm will be a relic. We should be in and out before the local PD knows what's happening." Lester said as Michael neared the bank. Michael drove through Paleto Bay, he made a left and approached the bank entrance and parked. "That's the entrance to the bank. Nothing special. Take us around back." Lester told Michael. "Okay." Michael replied before putting the car in drive. "There's an empty lot behind. No one should pay attention to us back there." Lester told Michael as they approached the intersection. "I like it. The place is remote. It's got the right amount of foot traffic. This'll do." Michael replied. "Let's check out the alarm to be sure." Lester told Michael. Michael turned right and pulled into the empty lot, he parked his car again. "It's not ideal." Lester said looking at the alarm. "It'll cost more to break that system then the score's gonna pay." Lester told them. "Then we're gonna have to find a new score." Michael replied. " No, this is the score." Trevor told them. "What are our options?" Stephanie asked. "It's a dumb idea, but we could trigger the alarm. See what kind of response they throw out." Lester replied. "That is a dumb idea." Michael added in. "Hey you heard the man, shoot the sucker." Trevor told Michael. "Fuck you." Michael replied. "Jesus, I'll do it." Stephanie said before grabbing her pistol and getting out of the car.
Stephanie aimed at the alarm and pulled the trigger, the alarm went off and she got back in the car. "Okay, I brought my police scanner. Drive us to the gas station opposite the bank. And we'll monitor chatter." Lester told Michael. "Alright." Michael replied as he drove to the gas station. Michael drove across from the bank into the has station and parked, a man riding a red PCJ-600 parked at the gas station as well, the rider got off the bike and walked into the store. "This is Paleto Bay security services frequency, we have a code thirty adam. Alarm going off at Blaine County Savings Bank. All cars in the area, please respond." A voice on the scanner said. "Paleto cars three, six, nine, and one will be there in fifty seconds." Dispatch replied. "Roger that. Four units. Backup team at station is available." The voice said. "They've dispatched four cars in sixty seconds, and more on standby. And there isn't even a thirty victor for shots fired. This is a real headache." Lester told the group. "What do you got on the clock?" Michael asked. "Forty seconds." Trevor replied. "This is Paleto security, any updates on that code thirty adam? Backup ready to mobilize." The security dispatch asked. "This is not normal. The response is oyt out of proportion." Lester said. "The cops in this county are dirty. And the alarm just went off on their piggy bank." Trevor told Lester. "This is them. What is that a sixty-seven second response time?" Lester asked. "Four cars. More on the wings." Michael said. "Bad cops guarding dirty money. Fuck how many, we can take this." Stephanie said in a semi excited tone.
Four police cars pulled up in front of the bank, every cop quickly exited their cars and entered the bank. "Wait right here, we'll see if anything about their routine suggests a weakness." Lester told them. "Paleto radio, this is Paleto Car Three. We have a code twelve, false alarm. Possibly triggered intentionally." A cop said on the radio. "Roger that, we're gonna set up checkpoints on the Great Ocean Highway and the Senora Freeway. Car to car searches and record checks." The security dispatch said. "Checkpoints? Searches? Fuck that! I ain't getting caught because Lester needs a wheelchair!" Trevor said in a panicked tone before exiting the car. Trevor got on the bike and sped down the street, he got off the main road and crossed through Mount Chiliad with Michael following him. Michael tried to pass Trevor but Trevor ke0t swerving in his way, finally Michael gave up and just let Trevor race him through the mountains. Trevor beat Michael back to the meth kitchen, Trevor got off his bike laughing. "What took you so long?" Trevor asked in a childlike voice. "Had to let you win." Stephanie replied tapping him on the shoulder
They walked upstairs into the room outside the kitchen, Trevor opened up his mini fridge gagging at the smell. Trevor pulled out a bowl of stew and put it in the microwave. "Michael, man. Your blood sugars are low. I'm making you some leftovers." Trevor told Michael. "No thanks." Michael replied. Trevor put the bowl down in front of Michael, Michael looked at the stew and sighed in disgust. "What the fuck is that?" Michael asked pointing at the food. "What? It's…an eyeball. It's probably not even human." Trevor replied taking a bite. "Unless, the gas station job." Trevor said. Stephanie gagged at the thought of Trevor eating human remains. Lester set the board up and looked at it, Michael stood up and walked to the board. "So I think our little experiment showed that the response will ne too quick to beat, and too strong to walk through. That means you got to face the cops head on." Lester told them. "Dirty cops." Trevor added in. "….the dirty cops head on." Lester said. "Head on? Man, I don't know." Michael said in a discouraged tone. "You'll be prepared. Convoys carrying military hardware past near here to get to Fort Zancudo. I propose hijacking one, and using the hardware to get an edge on the locals. I can get you the exact details of the shipment when we're done here. You won't be there lpng Paleto Bay is well, a bay. So you're a street away from the water where Franklin will be waiting with a boat to get you outta there. I know none of this is ideal, but it's the only way I can see of you taking the score, and providing for your FIB paymasters." Lester explained. "Fine. We need personnel?" Michael asked. "Just a gunman. He'll ne taking on the cops with you, so my advice, choose someone good." Lester replied. Michael looked through the list of gunmen, it was between Norm Richards who had the lowest skill and least experience, Packie, Chef who was Trevor's cook for his meth lab, and Gustavo Mota. "Think about my boy Chef, consummate professional." Trevor told Michael. "I think you should choose Packie, he did good at the jewel store." Steph told Michael. "I'll give Packie a chance next round. I'll pick Chef this time." Michael replied. Steph was disappointed at Michael, but she kept it hidden. "This really the guy you want?" Lester asked. "Yeah, that should do." Michael replied. "Ill get the equipment together, Michael you reach out to Franklin, Trevor. You do what you do, and Steph you prepare you'll be in the shit with these guys." Lester told them. "Roger that." Steph replied. "Alright I'm gonna go." Lester told them. "Do you wanna bunk with us? It's tight om space but we can fit you in." Trevor asked. "No I'll jus stay at a hotel." Lester replied. "Suit yourself." Trevor said before putting the human stew back in the fridge. "C'mon I'll give you a ride." Michael told Lester. Trevor started feeling sick, Steph watched at he puked on the floor. "Nice." She said before leaving.