Returning to his house in Rockford Hills, Michael was greeted by Amanda De Santa, his wife. "Michael, what the fuck did you do? Why did the CEO of Merryweather Security fuck you up on the evening news?" she asked.
Michael shook his head. "Long story, Amanda. Right now, you and the kids need to pack your bags and stay somewhere else for the time being."
Jimmy came down the stairs and asked, "Dad, what happened?" Michael looked at Jimmy and smiled. "I'll tell you later. Jimmy, remember I bought you a house in Alta? Bring them there, quick. I want them there by tomorrow."
He wanted to ask some more, but seeing the expression on his father's face, Jimmy decided that the questions could wait.
Franklin returned to his house in Vinewood Hills and called his aunt, Denise Clinton. "Hey, Denise. Did you see the shit I'm in? It's on the evening news. I need to stay in your house. Can I?"
"You're in a serious lot of shit, Franklin. But sure, why not? Though you're my nephew, Franklin, you'll need to pay rent. Since we're family, I'll only charge you three hundred a month, how about that?"
"Sure. Thanks, Denise," Franklin hung up and quickly started packing his stuff.
Trevor called his friend, Ronald 'Ron' Jakowski, as he was driving, more like speeding, home to his trailer in Sandy Shores. "Ron, I'm in some serious fuck right now. I need to stay at your place for a few days, or weeks. Just telling you so you don't shoot my balls when you go home."
Ron laughed. "Alright, Trevor. I'm at home right now. See you at my place in say, an hour and a half? Try not to get yourself in anymore shit in that time."
"Oh, I'll try," Trevor said before hanging up.
Gustavo returned to his apartment in a taxi and started packing his stuff. As he packed his stuff, he dialled Lester Crest. "Lester, you see the shit the three are in? Don Percival only mentioned those three, but he may also be targeting me, since I've stepped up recently. Can I come over to your place to stay?"
"No, no. If you're moving, I have to move, too. I have a backup house at the other end of El Burro Heights. I'll go to your place to pick you up before going there. Be at your place in forty-five."
Two days later, Franklin, Michael, Trevor, Gustavo and Lester met up in a Pizza This outlet in Hawick.
"Gustavo told me that we're in some serious shit," Lester said. Michael, Franklin and Trevor nodded.
"That fucking Merryweather shit," Trevor said. "We need to get back at him, quickly. Before he surrounds his ass with all the protection he can get, including that used condom lying on the floor in his house."
Michael chuckled. "You're right, Trevor. I've found out that our man here lives in Chumash. How about we pay a visit?"
"Sounds like a damn good idea," Franklin said as he got up.
Two hours later, the four of them were circling around Don Percival's house in Chumash. Michael and Trevor were in a stolen Washington while Franklin and Gustavo were in a Super Diamond which they had rented from the black market.
"Jesus, this place is well-guarded!" Gustavo remarked. Michael answered, "Yeah, I see two men with Carbine Rifles manning the main gate. All the guards on Don Percival's property wear body armour or bulletproof vests and are well-armed. Do not take them lightly."
Trevor said, "Of course, you prick. That's how we pulled off all those heists, didn't we?" The four of them were keeping in contact with a two-way radio.
After a few more minutes of circling around the house, they decided to strike. The two vehicles stopped opposite the main gate of Don Percival's house and got out. The four of them all had bulletproof vests on. Opening the trunk of the two vehicles, they chose their weapons. Franklin picked an Assault Rifle with a red dot sight and an extended magazine, Michael took a Shrewsbury MG, Trevor picked a Bullpup Rifle with an extended magazine and Gustavo took a Grenade Launcher.
"Alright, Gustavo. With that Grenade Launcher, shoot into the compound. We want to draw the men, and Don Percival most importantly, out," Michael told him.
Gustavo fired a few grenades over the walls. The grenades went off and an alarm started to go off. Gustavo returned to the trunk of the Super Diamond and swapped the Grenade Launcher for a Special Carbine Rifle.
Fifteen seconds after the grenades went off, guards rushed out of the compound. The four of them dispatched all the guards that came out of the compound.
Don Percival was inside his house when the alarms went off. Immediately, two guards rushed into the room. Don Percival put the newspaper down and grabbed his phone as he asked, "What the hell happened?"
"Didn't you hear, sir? Grenades were launched into the house!" one of the guards informed. "We have to leave, quickly!"
The two guards led Don Percival to the large garage of the house. Don Percival's personal bodyguard, a man named George, handed a pistol to Don. "Here, boss. In case."
Taking the pistol from George, Don Percival got into the armoured Stretch. George sat beside him. Soon, the armoured Stretch set off.
"That's probably the vehicle Don Percival is in," Michael said as he pointed at the Stretch that was coming out of the house.
Trevor and Gustavo rushed into the Super Diamond and went after the Stretch while Michael and Franklin entered their Washington. The men in the Washington would help to keep Don Percival's forces from protecting him while the two in the Super Diamond would chase down the CEO.
As Trevor neared the Stretch, Gustavo winded down his window and stuck the Special Carbine Rifle out of it. He opened fire, letting a torrent of bullets hit the Stretch. Some of the bullets punctured both of the Stretch's back tyres.
The Super Diamond and Washington braked almost at the same time the Stretch did. Don Percival's guards and bodyguard were taken out. Gustavo and Michael got out of their vehicles and moved over to the Stretch. Gustavo knocked Don Percival unconscious and got in beside him and Michael got into the driver's seat. After buckling his seatbelt, Michael drove off.
Don Percival woke up several hours later to find himself tied up. The four of them were taking shifts to guard Don. Gustavo, who was on duty when Don Percival woke up, heard Don Percival asking loudly to let him go.
Gustavo spun around, aiming his Special Carbine Rifle at Don Percival. Out of the four, Gustavo was the only one who was wearing a mask, since Don Percival had little idea who he was.
"You, you're the fourth guy, aren't you? The one who joined the three bastards recently," Don Percival said. "Let me go, I'll pay you. Five hundred thousand?"
"Shut up," Gustavo ordered. He pulled his phone out and texted to the other three that Don Percival had woken up.
Michael, Franklin and Trevor arrived at the room two minutes later. Don Percival looked at the three of them and nodded. "I know what you all want. You probably want me to drop the lawsuit against you guys."
"What a smart fuck," Trevor commented. "So why didn't you drop the lawsuit when you knew that we would be coming after you?"
Don Percival laughed and sneered at them. "Because everyone is too afraid to speak out against you bastards. If I don't speak out, no one else will! You three…criminals, deserve to be locked up for life!"
"Grow up, man, it's the 21st fucking century," Michael said.
Trevor said, "I remember I said this once. Merryweather is employed by the richest, greediest scum on the planet to shit on the poorest and the neediest. Now we, the poorest and neediest, are now shitting on you, one of the rich, greediest scum."
Don Percival laughed at Trevor. "When I get out of this shitstorm, I swear, I'm going to send all my men after you four. You all are going to goddamn regret you all were born."
Franklin pulled a pistol out and aimed it at Don Percival. "Looks like he ain't going to drop the lawsuit. We should kill him quick, before he somehow summons his dicks to attack us."
The others agreed, but Trevor had something to say, "You're just going to shoot this little shit dead? After all the crap he has done? Damn it, Franklin. You need to give him a taste of his own medicine. But not merely simple prescribed medicine, but an overdose of it."
"Damn, Trevor. You're getting smarter and smarter now. Sooner or later you'll be as smart as those lawyer fucks with that Ligner & Shyster," Michael praised. Trevor replied, "Nah, I don't like being like those type of shits. I prefer to do, freelance business."
Michael and Trevor pulled Don out of the building while Gustavo and Franklin went to start the engines of the vehicles outside first. However, there was bad news.
Two Police Riots were parked opposite the building. Sixteen NOOSE officers in full tactical gear were hiding on the side of the Riots which were facing away from the building.
Gustavo put his hand on Franklin's chest, pushing him back. The NOOSE officers had not spotted them yet, which was good. Gustavo and Franklin went back up the stairs to inform Michael and Trevor of the law enforcement outside.
"Fuck," Trevor remarked. "Sixteen NOOSE shits as first response? Don Percival must be important."
Michael nodded and pulled out a suppressed pistol. "Definitely can't have that shit with us. He'll only be slowing us down." Michael then shot Don Percival twice, one in the chest and the other in the stomach.
The four of them grabbed their weapons from a weapons locker located in the building. "Let's get this shit done," Franklin said as he took the Assault Rifle that he had used earlier.