Two days later, Michael informed the group that Don Percival himself had contacted him. Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo rushed over to Michael's house.

"The big guy wants to meet me at the old O'Neil Ranch tomorrow in the late afternoon," Michael informed.

Franklin said, "It's a goddamn trap, man! You can't meet him there!" Michael nodded at Franklin. "You're right, but I will. Not I, but we. We'll come up with a plan to fuck up Don Percival's plan."

The next afternoon, two hours before the scheduled timing for them to meet with Don Percival, Trevor flew his Trevor Phillips Enterprises Frogger over the O'Neil Ranch in Grapeseed to see if there were Merryweather operatives hiding. He saw two Mesas hiding in the bushes along with eight Merryweather operatives.

Michael, who was in the passenger seat, took his phone out and took a picture of the Merryweather operatives hiding. "Obviously Don Percival is a fool who can't be trusted," Michael remarked. "Fly around the area, there may be more of them."

They flew around the area a few more times, but found nothing else. The two then returned to Sandy Shores Airfield, where Franklin and Gustavo were waiting. "We're right. There are two Merryweather Mesas lying in wait, with eight of those Merryweather fucks," Michael said as he showed Franklin and Gustavo the picture.

"So what do we do now? We cancel it?" Gustavo asked. Franklin shook his head. "No, man! We go there and hit those fuckers as hard as we can!"

An hour and forty-five minutes later, Michael arrived outside the old O'Neil Ranch in a taxi. He paid the fare and got out of the cab. Michael was wearing a small earpiece. "Holy shit, the big prick is actually coming himself," Trevor said. "There's a black Stretch and two black Sentinels on the Senora Freeway, heading towards Grapeseed. Their ETA is six minutes." Trevor was in his Frogger, following the convoy.

Franklin and Gustavo took out the eight Merryweather operatives lying in ambush and got into one of the Mesas, waiting for the right time to strike.

Soon, the convoy arrived at the O'Neil Ranch. Don Percival stepped out of the Stretch, accompanied by four Merryweather operatives. Another four operatives came out of the two Sentinels but they only stood beside their vehicles.

Don Percival walked over to Michael and shook his hands. "Nice to meet one of the fuckers trying to take down my business in the flesh," Don Percival said. Michael retorted, "Nice to see the fucker behind the worst private military corporation in America."

Don Percival laughed before getting serious. "I know my people fucked up your life, and you fucked up my life. But you fucked up my life more than I did to your life. You know how much I've lost this year due to you and your friends? Fifteen million, for god's sake!"

Michael asked, "So?" Don Percival said, "Rather than suing your sorry ass in court, I'll ask you to pay me two million dollars in cash. Then we go our separate ways happily."

"No way, you little shit," Michael replied. Don Percival smiled. "Are you sure, Michael? I have eight men with me right now, who could help to…persuade you."

"And eight more hiding," Michael said. Don Percival was a little surprised. "So you know. Do you accept my offer now?"

Michael shook his head. He produced a pistol and aimed it at Don Percival. The four Merryweather operatives guarding Don Percival immediately raised their Carbine Rifles at Michael.

"Stand the fuck down, men. I believe Michael will not dare to shoot me," Don Percival said calmly. The men reluctantly stopped aiming at Michael. Don Percival looked at Michael and told him, "You too, should put your damn pistol down."

Michael put his pistol back into his pocket. "Indeed, I do not dare to shoot you. But I know someone who will."

Sitting beside Trevor in the Frogger was Lester Crest, armed with a RPG. Trevor informed Michael, "You might want to get some cover, Michael. Lester here is ready to rain shells on those Merryweather fucks."

Michael started retreating. Three seconds later, a RPG shell crashed into one of the Sentinels, destroying it and the two operatives who were standing beside it. Michael pulled his pistol back out and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say 'See?'. He then opened fire on the Merryweather operatives around Don Percival.

Hearing the RPG shell hitting the Sentinel, Franklin and Gustavo sprang into action. The Merryweather Mesa came speeding out of the bushes, speeding towards Don Percival and his operatives.

They noticed the incoming Mesa too late. Most of the remaining operatives were run down by the car. Franklin and Gustavo hopped out of the Merryweather Mesa, pulling out their Micro SMGs.

The remaining three Merryweather operatives formed a protective circle around Don Percival and quickly escorted him into the Stretch. As the Stretch sped off, Franklin and Gustavo fired on it, but it was no use, since the Stretch was armoured. Franklin and Gustavo got into their Mesas, but Michael said, "Don't give chase!"

Michael hopped into the back of the Merryweather Mesa and they drove back to Los Santos.

A few hours later, on the evening news, Don Percival made an appearance. "On this edition of the evening news, we have a special guest coming in. He is Don Percival, CEO of Merryweather Security, the private military corporation that lost its license to operate in the US a few months ago."

On cue, Don Percival walked onto the set, shaking the reporter's hand. "I am Don Percival, CEO of Merryweather Security, and I have many things to tell you."

The reporter looked at Don Percival and the briefcase he was carrying. "What are you going to tell us, sir?"

Don Percival said, "Do you remember the heist on the Union Depository almost a year ago? The men who were robbing the place were discovered by my men before anyone else. Through investigation, we have discovered many things about the people who committed the heist."

The reporter was starting to show interest. "Can you tell us more, Mister Percival?" Don Percival nodded. "There were five other incidents that occurred near the time of the Union Depository heists. The robbing of a jewel store, the stealing of a device made by my company, robbing security bonds from a Securicar, the robbery on the Blaine County Savings Bank and the attack on the FIB Headquarters. There were three men who participated in all six of these incidents. They are Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton and Trevor Phillips."

Raising his eyebrows, the reporter asked, "Do you have any evidence, Mister Percival?" Don Percival showed the reporter his briefcase. "All the evidence is inside this briefcase."

Three FIB agents walked into the room and took the briefcase from Don Percival. "And the assassination of the famous FIB agent, Steven Haines? It was committed by one of them."

"Oh, fuck," Trevor commented. "This little shit is declaring war against us!"
"We will retaliate. In the meantime, keep your asses safe," Michael said.