Michael and Trevor got into the latter's black Speedo while Franklin and Gustavo got into Gustavo's Emperor. They all then headed to their respective destinations.

Arriving at The Royale, Gustavo and Franklin exited the Emperor. Gustavo was armed with a Carbine Rifle while Franklin was armed with a Micro SMG. Both were wearing body armour underneath.

The two entered the apartment building, checking the hallway as they entered. The hallway was clear of people. Franklin and Gustavo stacked up next to Apartment 4. Gustavo forced the door open and they stormed into the apartment.

Searching the entire apartment unit, they realised it was empty. Gustavo pulled his phone out and contacted Michael.

Michael and Trevor, when Gustavo called, had just reached Del Perro Heights. Seeing that Gustavo was the caller, Michael answered the phone.

"Gustavo here. Franklin and I searched Apartment 4, but it's empty. So that means Martinez is in Del Perro Heights. Proceed with caution. We're heading your way now."

Gustavo and Franklin got into the Emperor, and they sped off, trying to reach there before Michael and Trevor finished the job. They were speeding, although they did stop at traffic lights. By the time Gustavo and Franklin reached Del Perro Heights, Michael and Trevor were already in the building.

When Gustavo and Franklin arrived, Michael and Trevor were on the same floor as Apartment 11, heading slowly and silently towards it. Suddenly, they heard loud footsteps from the staircase. Trevor swung around, aiming his SMG at the staircase.

As Gustavo reached the same floor as Apartment 11, he raised his hands in the air as a signal that he was friendly, as he knew either Michael or Trevor would have their firearm aimed at the staircase. Seeing Gustavo, Trevor put his SMG down and motioned for them to get into position quietly.

Michael counted down with his fingers before kicking the door open. Michael and Trevor rushed into the apartment while Gustavo and Franklin watched the corridor.

There were a few Vagos thugs inside, and they produced their weapons the moment they saw Michael and Trevor. Michael was shooting at the thugs carefully, accurately, but Trevor was just unleashing his hell of bullets on them.

"Be careful, T! Before you fucking kill Martinez!" Michael said.

Upon hearing the name of their boss, one of the thugs shouted, "They're here for boss! Get him out of here!" Trevor looked at Michael for a moment and said, "Good going, dickhead."

It was not long before they took out all the thugs in the apartment building. Trevor called out to Gustavo and Franklin, "Get to the parking lot! Our target's fleeing, thanks to the stupid fuck over here!"

Gustavo and Franklin rushed to the parking lot, where a slightly-injured Martinez was fleeing with one of his men. They had gotten into a black Cavalcade, with Martinez driving.

Getting into their Emperor, Gustavo gave chase to the escaping Cavalcade. While Gustavo tried to keep the Cavalcade in view, Franklin dialled Lester. "Lester! We need your help! Martinez and one of his idiots are escaping in a black Cavalcade!"

"I believe I still have control over the traffic lights, after that time when we raided the Depository. Give me a second." After a while, Lester continued, "Ah, yes! Got it. What do you want me to do, Frankie?"

"Delay the damn Cavalcade so we can catch up," Franklin said. Lester answered, "Alright." He then hung up.

With Lester's help, they soon caught up with the Cavalcade. Martinez and his man had abandoned the Cavalcade and were on foot. Gustavo looked over to Franklin. "Franklin, chase them! Quick!"

Franklin got out of the Emperor and started running after them. While running, he pulled out his Micro SMG and fired some warning shots, in an effort to slow the two Vagos men down. Soon, Martinez and his man split up, with Martinez turning into an alleyway and his man running down the same street. Franklin turned into the alleyway.

"Stop running!" Franklin warned. Martinez turned around and blindly fired a shot. The bullet hit a cardboard box next to Franklin, breaking it.

Franklin retaliated with a few shots from his Micro SMG. Martinez, being too distracted by his chaser, tripped and fell. Before he could get up, Franklin was on him. "Come with me, you motherfucker," Franklin said as he tied Martinez's hands with some cable ties.

He called Gustavo and told him to drive over. Gustavo's Emperor arrived outside the Emperor and Franklin led Martinez into it. Martinez's eyes widened upon seeing Gustavo. "What the fuck are you doing here, Mota?"

"My services go to the highest bidder, Martinez."

Martinez was brought to Trevor's trailer, located in Sandy Shores. Once they all reached Trevor's trailer, the interrogation began.

"Martinez Ludraco, Vagos OG. What the hell are you doing with Merryweather?" Michael asked. "I thought you pricks hated government shit!"

He merely shrugged. "There was good money in it. And they promised that they would help to weaken our enemies. So, why not?"

"Man, no wonder why Merryweather recovered so fast! I mean, come on, a gun shop chain, Buzzard Attack Choppers," Franklin said. "You've got balls there, man, working with Merryweather. It won't be long before they don't need no help anymore, and start wrecking your place apart."

"No way man, I made a deal with Merryweather!"

Trevor shook his head in disappointment and punched Martinez hard in the jaw. "Are you fucking stupid or something? Merryweather is owned by an ex-SEAL, Don Percival. Being ex-SEAL, he probably fucking hates gangsters. He's only using you."

Martinez knew Trevor was talking the truth but refused to believe it. "What do you want? Kidnapping me like that. Surely you want something, if not you shits would have killed me already."

Trevor snorted. "Or maybe we want to give you a slow death, you prick." Gustavo said, "We want something. Where is Merryweather keeping their shit? I mean, they lost their contract to be in Los Santos Naval. They have to be keeping their stuff somewhere."

"What if I don't want to?"

Michael brought out a pistol and hit Martinez hard in the head with it. "We don't have time for your shit, Ludraco. Tell us or we'll go look for someone else."

"Fine…fine. They're hiding it in a city called Liberty City. Bohan Industrial, that's the place." Franklin raised an eyebrow. "Liberty City, you sure, man?"

Martinez nodded. Gustavo knocked Martinez unconscious.

"Liberty City, man. I remember the second gunman from the heist on the Depository. Patrick McReary, yeah, that's his name. He's from Liberty City, right?" Michael said. Trevor and Franklin thought for a while, then agreed.