That evening, Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo were at the Vanilla Unicorn to celebrate their success. They were in a private room, with no strippers or guards, only them. A free flow of drinks was being supplied, and they would be refilled at a moment's notice.
"It has really been a while since we did shit like this. And I have to say, it's pretty good. Why did we even stop pulling off heists in the first place?" Michael said. Trevor and Franklin laughed at Michael's comment while Gustavo tilted his glass slightly towards Michael.
At that moment, a security guard rushed into the room. Trevor, who was just a little drunk, glared at the guard. "What do you want?" The security guard answered, "There's a drunkard causing a fucking tantrum out there. He's trying to attack our staff, claiming that he's with Merryweather Security and shit."
The four of them stared at the guard. Gustavo was the first to stand up, pulling out a pistol from his pocket. "Where's the lad?" Trevor told Gustavo, "You take care of it. And get his ass here." The security guard led Gustavo to the man who claimed that he was with Merryweather Security.
On the dance floor, the clubbers had formed a large circle around the drunkard, who was being pinned down by a muscular bouncer. Gustavo aimed his pistol at the drunkard. He told the bouncer, "Drag the guy over to the room where Mister Phillips is. He wants to see this man." The bouncer acknowledged Gustavo's words with a nod and dragged him to the private room.
Gustavo forced the drunkard on his knees and had the muzzle of his pistol touching the drunkard's temple. Michael, Franklin and Trevor examined the drunkard. He was wearing a fancy tuxedo from Ponsonbys, which cost about ten thousand. If he was really from Merryweather, the man had to be a high-ranked member of it.
"What's your name?" Trevor asked. The drunkard stared at the three and chuckled. Trevor was slightly annoyed. He reached for the drunkard and punched him hard in the cheek. "Tell me your name!"
The drunkard spoke, "Alex. Alex Sayken. Proud member of Merryweather Security!" The drunkard pounded his chest proudly. He pulled out his iFruit phone and contacted a person. They ignored the phone, until they heard the drunkard speak into the phone. "Merryweather? This is Alex Sayken. Few men are trying to screw me over. I'm at the Vanilla Unicorn."
Gustavo knocked the phone out of Alex's hands. Franklin then crushed the phone with his foot. Alex smiled coldly at them. "They're coming to save me!"
Trevor swore. He got up again and started bashing Alex Sayken up, until he was unconscious and bleeding. "If those Merryweather shits are coming, we need to defend ourselves."
Michael, Franklin and Trevor rushed to their vehicles, which were parked at the side of the building. They grabbed weapons and body armour from the trunk of their vehicles and got ready to fight the Merryweather forces.
All civilians and strippers were ordered to leave the premises at once. The bouncers and security guards had to stay to aid them in fighting off the Merryweather forces.
Ten minutes after Alex Sayken called Merryweather, the first operatives started arriving. Three Merryweather Mesas and two Patriots arrived outside the building, and twenty Merryweather operatives came out of the five vehicles. One of the security guards, who was outside when the Merryweather forces arrived, opened fire on them immediately with his pistol. But after only killing one operative and injuring a second, the security guard was shot dead.
Gustavo and Michael were hiding behind a sofa chair, waiting to ambush the Merryweather operatives. The gunfire stopped for a moment, and they knew that the guard outside had been killed. They readied themselves for the attack.
The moment the Merryweather forces entered the building, Gustavo and Michael opened fire. They were merciless. After killing four of them, the surviving operatives hastily shut the main door. Michael yelled, loud enough for Trevor and Franklin to hear, "They might be trying to come in from the back!"
Soon, Gustavo and Michael heard gunfire coming from the back. "Holy shit! There's a lot of them!" they heard Franklin remark. "We need to get the drunkard out of this place!"
Trevor ordered one of the security guards to take over his position while he went to get Alex Sayken. Trevor shouted over to Gustavo and Michael, "Help me get this prick out the back door!"
They abandoned their posts and returned to the private room to collect Alex. While Michael and Trevor worked together to move Alex, Gustavo followed them, protecting them.
Gustavo rushed out the back door, firing at all the Merryweather operatives in the way while Michael and Trevor pulled Alex to their vehicles. Franklin was moving from cover to cover, providing backup fire for Gustavo when needed.
Soon enough, the four were in the parking lot. Trevor was the first to get into his vehicle, his red Bodhi. As Trevor stepped on the accelerator, he told them, "Bring that prick to Liquor Ace!"
Franklin got into his white Buffalo and gestured for Gustavo to bring Alex into his car. Gustavo forced Alex into the back seat of the Buffalo. Gustavo then got in and closed the door. "Liquor Ace? Where the hell is that?" Gustavo asked.
"Liquor Ace is one of Trevor's…businesses. It's a liquor store in Sandy Shores."
Michael, in his black Tailgater, drove randomly around Los Santos to throw the Merryweather forces off his and his friends' tails. After around ten minutes, Michael called Franklin. "I've gotten Merryweather off my tail. They shouldn't be following you too. Look around you, are there any Mesas or Patriots?"
Franklin looked around him. "I see a Patriot. But it's being driven by civilians. So I guess I'm clear. Heading to Trevor's liquor store in Sandy Shores."
They met up at Liquor Ace. Alex was tied up and brought up to a room on the first floor of the building. "Let's continue, you little prick," Trevor said. "So your name is Alex Sayken. What's your job in Merryweather?" Alex was now terrified, because he had seen the ability of the four men during the firefight.
"I'm…I'm a shareholder. Sometimes I also help…help plan heists. I was an Army Maj…Major."
Michael asked, "Who's funding you all? How did you guys form Marie Weathers' Guns?" Alex shook his head rapidly. "I don't know!"
Gustavo took out his pistol and aimed it at Alex. "I'm sick of your shit, Mister Sayken. Start speaking or I'll start shooting." Alex sighed and gave in. "The Vagos has been helping us. We promised them we would help them weaken The Families, that's why there was that attack on the Chamberlain Gang Families."
Upon hearing that, Franklin got pissed. He kicked Alex hard in the stomach and spat on him. "You attacked my hood, just for the damn Vagos? Which guy agreed to fund you Merryweather fucks?"
Alex was reluctant to speak, so Franklin kicked him in the stomach again. "Speak, you motherfucker!" Trevor said.
"This guy, he says his name is Martinez Ludraco." Gustavo's eyes widened at the name. "Martinez Ludraco is an OG with the Vagos. Are you sure you got the right name?" Alex nodded painfully.
"Should we dispose of him? He's of no use of us," Trevor said. Gustavo shook his head. "He might be in the future. Let's keep him for now."
They went out of the room and went down to the ground floor. "So, who the hell is this Martinez Ludraco? You said he was an OG with Vagos," Michael asked.
"Martinez is invisible, man. He has his lackeys do his shit for him, everywhere. If you want to get to Martinez, you have to work your way up from the bottom," Gustavo explained.
Even Franklin seemed to know a little of this Martinez Ludraco. "I've heard of him before. One scary-ass bitch. My homies have never seen him before, but they say he's ruthless."
Trevor thought of something. "Frankie, why don't you ask that friend of yours, Lamar Davis. He should be able to get some information about Martinez for us. After all, we saved his ass during that Merryweather raid, didn't we?"