Michael, Franklin and Trevor met up with Patrick McReary in the Burger Shot outlet on Prosperity Street. "It's been a while, guys," Patrick waved as the three walked in.
Since the last time they met Patrick, which was when they were carrying out the heist on the Union Depository, Patrick had been offering his services as a gunman to whoever who could afford him.
"Why did you ask to meet me?" Patrick asked. Michael told him, "You know Merryweather? The US government forced them out of US soil a year back, but they've returned. They have the help of the Vagos, but we captured the OG behind the partnership. He says that Merryweather has been keeping their shit in Liberty City."
"Liberty City? It's been a while since I've been there! Where're the Merryweather shits keeping their stuff, anyway?"
"He says their keeping the stuff at a place called Bohan Industrial," Franklin informed. Patrick thought for a while. "Ah, yes. Bohan Industrial, I know where it is. So you guys want to go to Liberty City and screw up the storage?"
They nodded. Trevor realised something and swore. "Fuck, I can't go there. I remember I killed one of the Lost MC guys there, Johnny Klebitz. I'll be murdered if I go there!" Patrick was surprised. "You? You killed Johnny Klebitz? Great fucking job, Trevor!"
Michael asked, "So when do we go to Liberty City?" Patrick considered. "I have to make contact with my friends there. But I'll get back to you ASAP."
Two days later, Patrick called Michael. "It's set, man. I've made contact with some of my friends in Liberty City. You can leave anytime now."
The next morning, Michael, Franklin, Gustavo and Patrick were at Los Santos International. Both Michael and Franklin owned hangars in the airport, so they were allowed in without much trouble.
Heading to Franklin's hangar, they got into a Buckingham Shamal that Franklin had bought. They then made their way to Liberty City.
Hours later, they touched down at Francis International Airport at Liberty City. Going through immigration, they waited at the arrival hall of Francis International Airport. Patrick led them to two waiting Cavalcades.
Two Serbians exited from their Cavalcades as they neared them. The first Serbian was thin while the second one was slightly plump. Michael, Franklin and Gustavo instantly recognised the first Serbian as the famous Niko Bellic. Patrick did the introductions. "Guys, meet Niko and Roman Bellic. Cousins, they are, and good friends of mine."
They shook hands with one another. Niko said, "I hear from Packie that you guys were behind that robbery of the Union Depository in Los Santos. You guys must be real good."
Franklin joked. "Nah, we just have a lot of balls." They shared a laugh before getting into the two Cavalcades. Michael and Patrick McReary got into the first Cavalcade, driven by Niko, while Franklin and Gustavo got into the second one, which was being driven by Roman.
They arrived at a high-end building located at a place called Middle Park East. They were led up to the apartment unit. Niko welcomed them into the house that he and Roman shared. "Welcome to my humble abode."
"Humble abode, yeah," Michael smiled as he walked past Niko.
After putting their stuff down, they gathered in the living room of the unit. "Packie here says that you're here to help take down this company called Merryweather. I did a check on them. What bastards they are," Niko said. "Where and what is your target?"
"Somewhere in Bohan Industrial. Weapons and Merryweather vehicles are being stored there," Gustavo replied.
Niko asked, "You're going against a private military corporation. You would get a lot of resistance. Do you need extra help? I can get them if you need." Michael, Franklin and Gustavo accepted the help.
That afternoon, a Jamaican entered the apartment. He introduced himself as Little Jacob, a good friend of Niko and Roman. Patrick confirmed that. Little Jacob embraced Patrick in a hug. "It's been a while, Patrick." Little Jacob had a thick Jamaican accent, which made it difficult to hear what he was saying.
About ten minutes after Little Jacob arrived, a man named Brucie Kibbutz arrived at the apartment. He was pretty muscular. "I heard you guys need some help. Let's get shit done!" Brucie said.
Michael, Franklin, Gustavo and Little Jacob got into a green and white Emperor owned by Little Jacob. Patrick, Brucie and Niko got into one of the Cavalcades that had transported the people from Los Santos. They then drove off to Bohan Industrial.
As they drove around Bohan Industrial, they kept a lookout for any warehouse that looked like they were storing weapons or vehicles. Michael asked Little Jacob to stop the Emperor. "Look, there. I see a Merryweather Mesa," Michael pointed to a vehicle that could only be partially-seen. Franklin and Gustavo looked at where Michael was pointing. "Yeah, that's a Mesa, for sure. We've got the place," Gustavo said.
Seeing the people in Little Jacob's Emperor get out, the people in the black Cavalcade also exited. "This the place?" Niko asked as he took an Assault Rifle from the trunk of the Cavalcade. "Come, guys. Pick your weapons."
Michael chose a Micro SMG, Gustavo grabbed an Assault Rifle, Franklin picked a pistol and Patrick took a Pump Shotgun. Brucie had brought along his own SMG while Little Jacob had a pistol in his pocket.
Niko and Michael climbed over the wall. Niko unlocked the gate while Michael protected him. After he got the gate open, the remainder of the men entered the compound. The seven then split into two teams. Niko, Michael and Patrick on the first team and Franklin, Gustavo, Brucie and Little Jacob on the second team. The first team's job was to clear the outside and prevent outside forces from reaching the second team. The second team had been given Sticky Bombs to blow up the place.
Within ten minutes, the second team had placed the Sticky Bombs. They met up with the first team at the courtyard and together they exited the compound. Niko then activated the bombs.
Right after the bombs were activated, two NOOSE Enforcers showed up on each side of the street. The seven men had been ambushed! Eight NOOSE officers aimed their firearms at the seven men from both ends of the street. The officers began to close in on them.
"Shit, this is going to get rough," Niko said as he checked his Assault Rifle. "On three, two, one." The seven men pulled their triggers at the same time and all eight NOOSE officers were down before the officers could fire back.
"More should be coming, we need to get our asses out!" Michael told them. "We need to split up!"
Michael and Gustavo ran to one of the NOOSE Enforcers while Franklin and Patrick moved to the other NOOSE Enforcer. They got into the Enforcers and took off.
Not long after they took off, Michael and Gustavo got onto the East Borough Bridge, heading towards Charge Island. "Oh shit," Michael remarked as he saw a blockade made out of Police Cruisers. LCPD officers were standing outside their vehicles, with their pistols out and ready to shoot.
Gustavo winded down his window and fired his Assault Rifle at the policemen. Michael rammed the Enforcer into the Police Cruisers. Fortunately the Enforcer was strong enough to do so.
Half a minute later, they reached a toll plaza. Half of the toll plaza was closed, with NOOSE officers patrolling that section of the plaza. The half of the toll plaza that was closed was the same side that Michael and Gustavo were on. Michael accelerated further as he neared the toll plaza.
The barrier broke easily as the NOOSE Enforcer rammed into it. NOOSE officers opened fire on the Enforcer with their Carbine Rifles, but it did little damage to the Enforcer.
Upon reaching Algonquin, Michael and Gustavo dumped the Enforcer in the water and stole another car to drive back to the high-end apartment at Middle Park East. They waited a while before the others reached the place.
"Well, we're done here. So we'll be returning to Los Santos tomorrow," Michael informed. "That was pretty fun. We should do this together again sometime."