Back at Los Santos, they informed Trevor and Lester that the Merryweather storage had been destroyed. They met with their prisoner at Trevor's trailer.
Martinez looked at them calmly as they entered. "You took out the Merryweather storage in Liberty City?" Martinez asked. Franklin nodded. "We had a friend who had friends there. It was pretty easy. Now, what else you wanna tell us?"
"I will give you the name of a Merryweather executive, but that is only if you do something for me," Martinez smiled cunningly. Trevor lunged forward, grabbing Martinez by his hair. "And why the fuck, should we do that something for you?"
Martinez struggled a little to get Trevor's hand off his hair. "Because without me, you guys will probably have no source of information." Trevor sighed, knowing Martinez was correct. He released his grip on Martinez and punched him hard in the stomach.
"My enemies in the Ballas have managed to get a hold of some…incriminating evidence. The incriminating evidence is in the form of a camcorder. When you all captured me, I was trying to make a deal with the Ballas to give me the evidence in exchange for something. My men tell me that the camcorder is in a safe in a one-floor building on Macdonald Street. The building is called Miguel's Tattoo Palace. I want you to bring the camcorder back here and show it to me."
They agreed. Michael told Martinez, "Trevor's going to transport you to Sandy Shores Airfield, because he feels this trailer is not secure enough. Try not to struggle, eh?"
Michael, Franklin and Gustavo then left the trailer in Michael's Tailgater, driving to Macdonald Street, in Davis. They pulled up opposite the building and walked across to it.
Miguel's Tattoo Palace was a rundown one-floor building run by a single man called Miguel, who was working for the Ballas. As Michael, Franklin and Gustavo entered, Miguel said, "Hello, people! You all want tattoos? I do them cheap! Ten dollars!"
Gustavo took his pistol out and held Miguel at gunpoint. "Shut up and get on the floor with your hands up. You shout, I shoot. You move unnecessarily, I shoot," Gustavo warned. Miguel got on his knees and put his hands in the air.
While Gustavo watched Miguel, Michael and Franklin searched the ground floor of the building. Franklin opened the cash register and took all the money in it. They then returned to Miguel.
"What is the code to the safe?" Michael asked.
Miguel appeared to be baffled. "Safe? What safe?" Gustavo punched Miguel hard in his temple. "Don't play dumb, Miguel."
"2208," Miguel said. "The Ballas will kill you all for this."
Michael and Franklin went to the first floor of the building to search and open the safe. While they were upstairs, Gustavo spotted two purple Ballers pull up across the street, very near where the Tailgater was parked.
"I see two Ballers across the street! They're probably Ballas people! Hurry up!" Gustavo called out.
Miguel smirked as he saw the eight Ballas gangsters exit from the SUVs. Gustavo knocked Miguel unconscious. Franklin quickly came back down and took out his Micro SMG.
The eight Ballas gangsters pulled out knives and pistols as they neared the store. Gustavo and Franklin quickly killed them before they entered the store.
Right after Franklin shot the last gangster dead, Michael came back down, with the camcorder in his hands. "I have it. Let's go. Franklin, you drive."
They rushed out of the store and got into the Tailgater. As Franklin started the car's engine, Gustavo informed, "I see a Ballas Buccaneer arriving. We have to go, Franklin!" The engine started and Franklin sped off.
About fifteen minutes later, they reached Sandy Shores Airfield. Trevor was guarding the control tower of the airfield, where Martinez was being held. The three entered the control tower and Michael handed Martinez the camcorder. Martinez viewed the camcorder before confirming that that was the camcorder with the incriminating evidence.
Handing back the camcorder to Michael, Martinez said, "That's the camcorder. Destroy it and come back." Michael gave the camcorder to Gustavo and whispered something into his ear.
Gustavo nodded at Michael before exiting the control tower. He went down to the parked Tailgater and put the camcorder in the trunk of the car.
He returned to the control tower and announced, "Job's done. Camcorder's destroyed. Now, what's the name of the Merryweather executive you mentioned?"
"He's a lawyer, Richard 'Dick' Shyster. He's one of the founders of this big law firm called Ligner and Shyster. It used to be called Goldberg, Ligner and Shyster back then, but the Goldberg guy must've died. Richard came to Los Santos to 'expand the business'. Ligner & Shyster is the primary law firm Merryweather Security uses. If you take Richard Shyster down, I believe it will weaken them greatly."
Michael, Franklin and Gustavo nodded. They then went out and told Trevor what Martinez had told them. Michael said, "We're going to get Lester to find out where Shyster lives. And Trevor, are you fucking serious? The control tower of a regional airport?"
Trevor shrugged and spat onto the sand below. "It's the nearest place. Where the fuck do you want me to put him? Fort Zancudo?" Franklin suggested. "How about my house, man? I doubt no one will have the balls to launch a goddamn assault in Vinewood Hills!"
"Sure, you shit. You guys are probably right anyway. I mean, for all you fucking know, Martinez might have some alliance with the Rednecks out here!"
Michael and Franklin drove over to Lester's house to ask for help while Trevor and Gustavo transported Martinez to Franklin's house.
Returning to the control tower, Trevor opened the door and they went in to get Martinez. Trevor dragged Martinez out of the room while Gustavo followed behind.
While Trevor dragged Martinez across the runway, Gustavo saw a few Vagos vehicles arriving. Gustavo told Trevor, "I see Vagos vehicles coming. They must've somehow found Martinez."
Trevor swore and punched Martinez hard in the cheek. "Then we need to take my helicopter. Come." Moving quickly, they got to a Frogger which had the words 'Trevor Phillips Enterprises' on both sides of its tail. Trevor threw Martinez into the back and told Gustavo as he walked to the driver's seat, "I can't take off in this kind of shitty situation. You need to take the Vagos pricks out."
Gustavo pulled out his pistol and nodded at Trevor. He quickly took out the Vagos men, which had surrounded the entire airfield. Gustavo then got into the back as Trevor took off in the helicopter.
"Nice fucking job, prickhead," Trevor said to Martinez.
From Trevor's facial expression, Gustavo understood what Trevor wanted to do, and did it. Gustavo planted a foot on Martinez's stomach, before using his other leg to kick Martinez repeatedly in his arm. After a few kicks, Gustavo put his foot off Martinez's stomach and stopped kicking him.
"Next time your Vagos buddies come and try to rescue you, it won't just be a few kicks," Gustavo said.