Weeks after the heist on the Marie Weathers' Gun Store in Sandy Shores, the four met up again.

"Guys, Lester told me that the CEO of Merryweather, Don Percival, is trying to file a lawsuit against us," Michael informed.

Trevor commented, "Ooh, the big kahuna himself is finally getting off his lazy ass and doing something. What law firm is he employing?"

"Ligner & Shyster. But I guess it's just called Ligner now, eh?" Michael chuckled. "Guys, come back tomorrow. I have a plan in mind."

After the rest left, Michael made his way to the Burger Shot outlet on Prosperity Street. Entering the outlet, Michael saw the person he was supposed to meet with and walked over to him.

"Hey, name's Mike," Michael lied as he shook the man's hand. The man introduced himself as Pilkington. "Mister Pilkington, I hear that you are the chauffeur for Patrick Ligner, the lawyer?"

Mister Pilkington nodded sadly. "Let me tell you honestly, Patrick Ligner is a prick. He docks my already-shitty pay if I arrive too late or too early, and he always tells me to address him as 'sir'. The worst thing is that while chauffeuring him I have to wear this ugly suit that probably costs less than a thousand, but Ligner always wears clothing that costs more than my monthly pay."

Michael laughed politely. "How much does Patrick Ligner pay you a month?" Mister Pilkington raised an eyebrow at Michael. "Why do you want to know?"

"I want to make a deal with you."

Mister Pilkington told Michael, "If he doesn't dock my pay, Ligner pays me three thousand five a month."

"Well then, Mister Pilkington. I will pay you twenty thousand if you do a small thing for me. This is what I want you to do…"

The next morning, Mister Pilkington drove Patrick to work. While he stopped the black Washington at a traffic light junction, Mister Pilkington unlocked the doors. Patrick heard the click of the doors unlocking and asked, "Mister Pilkington, why the hell did you unlock the doors? Lock it!"

The two side doors opened and Michael and Franklin got into the Washington. Michael was in the passenger seat while Franklin was in the back seat, and both of them were masked. Franklin aimed a pistol at Patrick Ligner.

"Mister Ligner, if you want to live, I suggest that you don't move a fucking muscle," Michael said. Patrick obeyed.

As the light turned green, Mister Pilkington drove off and set a course for a new destination. "What the hell are you doing, Mister Pilkington? I'll fucking sue you!" Franklin told Patrick, "Shut up, Mister Ligner. I'm warning you."

Mister Pilkington drove the Washington to the Car Wash located at Lindsay Circus. After stopping the car at the garage, Mister Pilkington got out of the car and left the garage. The garage doors closed and they began the interrogation.

"When you're released, if you're released, don't bother getting the police to come and investigate. This Car Wash is not mine. My friend and I rented it from the owner for an hour," Michael smiled at Patrick.

Franklin slapped Patrick on the face with his pistol. "Why the hell are you still working with Merryweather? Shyster is already dead! I mean, are you sure you want to end up like Shyster?"

"What are you talking about?" Patrick asked in confusion. Michael said, "I really have to give it to you, man. You're a good faker. But we know everything, so stop fucking with us. I know you and Don Percival are planning to file a lawsuit against some people. Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton and Trevor Phillips, I believe?"

Patrick stared at them. "How the hell do you know all these? Are you all spies or something in your spare time?" Michael chuckled. "Nah. Now, we've come to tell you that you've made a wrong choice working with Merryweather Security."

Patrick turned over to Franklin, who still had the pistol aimed at him. "Please, don't kill me! I will drop the lawsuit! I swear!" Michael shook his head. "We can't take your word for it. We have to make sure that happens."

Franklin pulled the trigger. A bullet entered Patrick Ligner's temple. As his blood stained the seat, Michael went to open the garage doors before getting into the driver's seat and driving off.

Michael drove the Washington to a quiet alleyway and set it on fire. They removed their masks as they walked out of the alleyway and hung it by their belts. Franklin took out Patrick Ligner's wallet, which he had taken, and counted the money inside. "Five thousand, we'll split it half-half?" Michael nodded and they split the money, each of them getting two and a half thousand.

The two arrived at the Vanilla Unicorn, where Gustavo and Trevor were hanging out. As Michael and Franklin walked in, Trevor commented, "You're going to really fuck the big guy up." He motioned over to the radio.

"A car wreck has been found in an alleyway in Cypress Flats. Police say that the car, a Washington, was burnt not too long ago. They have recovered a body from the burnt car. From the license plate, the LSPD have discovered that the car belongs to the lawyer Patrick Ligner. It is still unknown if the dead body is Patrick Ligner's or someone else."

Gustavo nodded at Trevor as he finished his glass of drink. "Maybe this will make the CEO want to file a lawsuit against we all more. Maybe he'll even send a Merryweather crew to attack us."

Franklin said, "Didn't those shits attack us many times already? We're prepared!"

Suddenly, a security guard barged into the room. "Sir," the guard addressed Trevor. "Police are gathering outside the establishment!"

"Fuck," Michael said. Trevor asked the guard, "Why the fuck are they gathering outside?"

The security guard shook his head. "I'm not too sure, sir. But a friend of mine in the LSPD tells me that a man gave the cops some evidence relating to you guys. The police have a warrant to search this place and arrest you guys, that's what I hear."

Trevor ordered the guard, "Get everyone out of the Vanilla Unicorn, now! That's including you security personnel."

After the security guard left, Trevor and Michael went to Trevor's office. Trevor destroyed his computer while Michael searched the office for anything that could be used against them. There was a duffle bag full of firearms in the metal cabinet, so Michael took it out.

"All clear, let's go," Michael told Trevor.

The four left the Vanilla Unicorn through the back door. Trevor and Gustavo got into Trevor's Bodhi while Michael and Franklin got into Michael's Tailgater. As the two vehicles drove away from the Vanilla Unicorn, they saw that police vehicles had cordoned off the street where the front entrance of the Vanilla Unicorn was located at.

"Must be the damn work of fucking Don Percival," Michael said. Trevor pointed the middle finger out of the Bodhi. "Fuck him."