Three days later, the group met up in Michael's house in Rockford Hills. "That's a nice house you've got there, Michael," Gustavo remarked as he walked into the mansion.
Franklin and Trevor were already waiting when Gustavo arrived. They gathered at the kitchen table. Franklin began, "So Lamar has found out that Martinez Ludraco runs a ring of businesses. Legit and illegitimate. And Gustavo's right, that shit's invisible!"
Gustavo nodded at Franklin. "The way to lure Martinez out is to rob all his businesses until he has no choice but to go out himself and catch us motherfuckers. I remember that Martinez owns a small bar in Grapeseed. The liquors sold there, some are stolen, some are legitimately bought. But if we attack and rob it, I believe Martinez will be pissed."
Trevor grinned. "Then why the fuck are we still here? Let's rob them already!"
Michael parked his Tailgater outside the bar in the early afternoon. The bar, named Vah Gogo, was a small rundown building located at a street corner, but it was still pretty popular. Gustavo had told them that a van would come every weekend to take the weekly earnings away.
After waiting in Michael's Tailgater for almost two hours, a blue Burrito pulled up at the side of the bar. That was the van which would collect the money. Gustavo and Trevor exited the Tailgater and walked towards the bar.
Walking into the bar, they found that it was pretty crowded. Gustavo watched the exit while Trevor went to look for the bartender.
Pulling out a Micro SMG, Trevor trained it on the bartender. "Where is the money?" The bartender pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Trevor. "Get away from me, you prick," the bartender warned.
Gustavo saw what was happening and hastily took out his pistol. Taking aim, Gustavo quickly pulled the trigger. The bartender collapsed a moment later, with a bullet hole in his forehead. The drunken civilians, hearing the gunshot, were fleeing.
Two muscular men entered the bar from the side entrance. They were probably here to collect the money. Gustavo and Trevor aimed their weapons at the muscular men. "If you're smart enough, you won't retaliate," Gustavo said. "Now, I want you two to finish loading all the money into your Burrito outside."
The men quickly finished the job, under the watch of Gustavo and Trevor. Gustavo forced the two men on their knees, with their hands on their head, as Trevor checked the back of the Burrito. "Five thousand dollars," Trevor said after counting the money. "Not much, but it should be good."
One of the men spat on the ground. "You don't know who you're screwing with. The Vagos will come for you."
Gustavo retaliated by whacking that man's head. The man fell onto the ground, not moving. He had been knocked unconscious. The second man whimpered at the sight of his unconscious comrade.
After closing the back doors of the Burrito, Trevor got into the driver's seat of the van. He gestured for Gustavo to get in quickly. Before moving away, Gustavo told the guy, "Tell your friends that Martinez Ludraco is not safe."
Trevor drove the Burrito to Sandy Shores Airfield, which he owned, and parked it in a hangar. The two then met with the others back in Michael's Tailgater, which had followed them. Michael looked back at Gustavo and asked, "Where now?"
Instead it was Franklin who answered, "Cypress Flats and Rancho. The plan is to launch an assault there and attack Vagos people and destroy their vehicles." Michael nodded and drove off.
Nearly half an hour later, Michael parked his Tailgater at Darnell Bros, which was located not too far from Vagos-controlled territory. They walked the distance to Cypress Flats.
Not before long, they encountered a Vagos Manana. Gustavo took aim and shot the driver of the Manana. The Manana stopped and the remaining three Vagos men stepped out of the vehicle, drawing their weapons. Michael and Trevor quickly opened fire before the Vagos men could.
After destroying two more Vagos vehicles and eight more Vagos gangsters, Merryweather started showing up, to protect their ally. Two Merryweather Mesas pulled up on each end of the street the four were on, sealing it off. Four operatives were closing in from each end of the street.
"Now Merryweather's involved. Shit," Michael remarked. "We should start to make a move." Trevor laughed. "So early? But the party's just getting started! Don't be a wuss, Michael."
Just as they started to hear sirens in the distance, a rhythmic chop-chop sound was heard. They scanned the area. Gustavo shouted, "Fucking attack helicopter! Get to cover!"
A Nagasaki Buzzard Attack Chopper owned by Merryweather had showed up. The Buzzard Attack Chopper was not something to be messed with. It was armed with machine guns and missiles, and the latter could be locked on to targets.
The four ran for cover as the Buzzard prepared to rain down hell on them. Machine gun bullets rained down on them, and they would have been killed if they had not got to cover.
While the Buzzard stopped shooting to prepare for its next wave of bullets, Gustavo fired a bullet with supreme accuracy. The bullet hit the pilot in the helicopter.
"Good shot, Gustavo!" Michael said as the helicopter spun out of control. The three Merryweather operatives in the Buzzard had bailed out, parachuting to safety. That was when Michael, Franklin and Trevor took out the parachuting operatives before they could land.
Franklin asked, "I hear sirens. Do we leave, now?" Trevor shrugged. The four entered an alleyway and ran down it, escaping the area.
Back at Darnell Bros, Lester asked them, "How much damage did you do?" They began to count. Gustavo said, "Trevor and I stole 5000 and a Burrito, probably owned by Vagos, from a Vagos-controlled bar in Grapeseed."
Lester searched the internet. "A Burrito costs about, sixty thousand? So total you made them lose around sixty-five thousand. Not too bad. Anything else?"
Trevor said, "We launched a fucking assault at Cypress Flats. Three Vagos vehicles, twelve of those Vagos fucks, four Merryweather people and one of their Buzzard Attack Choppers."
"Assuming each Vagos vehicle cost about, fifteen thousand. That would be forty-five thousand. And a Buzzard Attack Chopper costs around 1.8 million. That's around 1.9 million, almost two million! You've really pissed off Vagos and Merryweather now. Most of all, Martinez Ludraco would be pissed."