Moving stealthily from cover to cover, the four of them were not seen by the sixteen NOOSE officers until it was too late. They opened fire on the officers, unleashing a torrent of bullets on them. In a second, which was the officers' reaction time, six of them had already fallen.
There was an exchange of bullets, but none of the four were hurt. It took another twenty seconds for the remaining NOOSE to be taken down, since they were moving around tactically.
Right after the sixteen NOOSE officers were killed, another two more Police Riots showed up. An additional sixteen NOOSE officers stepped out of the two Riots.
"They'll just keep on coming. We need to find another way out of here, and fast. Before they block off the back exit, too," Gustavo told them. "Michael and I will hold off the cops here out front, Trevor and Franklin, secure the back exit."
Trevor and Franklin moved off without a word. Michael and Gustavo were working together to shoot the second wave of NOOSE officers.
As Gustavo shot dead the last officer, Franklin returned. "The back exit is clear. T's keeping the exit safe. Let's go."
The four of them got out of the building by the back exit. The back exit led into an alleyway. They looked around. "We can't go out of alleyway. But there're more alleyways. Let's just run down any one of these," Michael said.
They ran down one of the alleyways and came to a street nearby. It was clear of law enforcement. Franklin walked up to a Fugitive sedan that was parked outside a DIY store. He tried the door. It was unlocked. The four of them got into the Fugitive and Franklin drove off.
They parked the Fugitive outside Jimmy's house in Alta. The house that Michael had bought for Jimmy was an apartment unit. The four of them entered the house.
"Michael, what the fuck have you done?" Amanda asked as Michael sat on a couch. "The cops have identified you, Franklin and Trevor as wanted criminals! They're still looking for the fourth one, which must be this guy."
"Fucking Don Percival, leaking the information to the police. Luckily I killed him," Michael said. "We'll all have to leave Los Santos, I guess. Amanda, buy a ticket for you and the kids, to Liberty City. You all will have to be there by tonight. Once you are there, go and find the Express Car Service building in Algonquin and find Roman Bellic. When you find Roman Bellic, tell him that you know Michael De Santa, an acquaintance of Niko Bellic, Roman's cousin."
Michael looked at Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo. "For us, we'll have to get someone to smuggle us out of the country, or get fake passports and shit like that."
"Smuggle us out of the country? Lamar might know someone who could do that for us. I'll ask him," Franklin told them. "In the meantime, we shouldn't be using our phones. The cops might be listening in."
Franklin bought a prepaid phone and called Lamar. Lamar did not pick up the first time, so Franklin called again. He picked up on the second time, fortunately.
"Who's this?" Lamar said. Franklin told them, "It's Franklin. I need your help…"
Minutes later, Franklin went back into the building. "I called Lamar," he informed. "He has a contact or two that could help us."
The next day, as Amanda, Tracey and Jimmy had just left the apartment in Alta when Franklin received the call from Lamar. "I called up the guy, and he says he'll help. He used to be one of our men, so he offered a 'special price'. Ten thousand a person. If you want, meet him at Pier 32, Port Los Santos, tonight."
That night, Michael, Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo arrived at Pier 32, with each of them carrying a haversack. They met the guy, Ethan, who owned a 50 foot yacht. Each of them produced ten thousand dollars from their haversack and handed the money to Ethan. Ethan counted the money before welcoming them on board the yacht.
As the yacht moved further and further away from the Port of Los Santos, Ethan said, "So you all are the targets of the big manhunt that's ongoing in the whole of San Andreas? Smart of you guys to flee quickly. There're rumours that the entire state might be placed on lockdown soon."
A few minutes later, the yacht was stopped by a Police Predator. A policeman with a megaphone went to the back of the Predator and announced, "This is the LSPD! You are to turn back immediately! I repeat, this is the LSPD! You are to turn back immediately!"
"By any chance, do you happen to have a fucking Sniper Rifle?" Michael asked. Ethan nodded. "I have one, made by Shrewsbury. It's below, in one of the big cabinets. It's already fixed up."
Michael came back up half a minute later with the Sniper Rifle. He had found a suppressor in the same cabinet where he had found the rifle, so he attached the suppressor to it.
Before the policeman with the megaphone saw Michael, Michael pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the policeman right in the forehead. The policeman and the megaphone fell backwards into the water. Swiftly, Michael killed the other three policemen on the Predator before Ethan continued steering the yacht.
After travelling for another six hundred metres or so, the yacht was stopped by a Police Maverick. Its spotlight was shining directly at the yacht. "This is the LSPD, stop the yacht immediately and surrender!" a policeman ordered.
"Alright, alright! We'll surrender!" Franklin shouted as he walked to the open-air area on the yacht and raised his hands. He had done that to distract the officers for Michael.
Meanwhile, Michael was trying to get a good aim at the pilot of the Maverick. It took him a few seconds, but after getting a good aim, Michael fired at the pilot. The pilot slumped against his seat as blood oozed out of his mortal wound. Right after the pilot slumped against his seat, the Maverick started to lose control. Soon the helicopter dropped into the sea.
Franklin took a Micro SMG out of his haversack and fired at the surviving policeman, who was coincidentally the man who had ordered them to surrender. "Go, go!" Franklin said to Ethan, who was distracted. Ethan responded quickly and the boat started to speed off.
But before it could reach its cruising speed, the yacht was surrounded by four Police Predators, which were coming in from the north, south, east and west. The policemen on them were armed and ready.
"Open fire!" Michael shouted as he shot the driver of the Predator coming in from the north. That Predator pulled to a stop quickly.
Within seconds, the sixteen police officers on board the four Predators had been killed. However, Ethan had been shot in the shoulder. Franklin and Gustavo had dragged Ethan downstairs for him to recover. Franklin came back up to steer the yacht while Gustavo accompanied Ethan.
Two Buzzard Attack Choppers were coming in from the direction from behind, where Los Santos was. The NOOSE officers sitting at the side of the two helicopters were already shooting at the yacht. "Shit, shit! Drive!" Trevor called to Franklin. Franklin took a moment or two to figure out the rest of the steering controls of the yacht and started speeding away, although not as fast as the Buzzard Attack Choppers.
Trevor and Michael worked together to kill the NOOSE officers. After the NOOSE Buzzard Attack Choppers were taken down, there were no more interruptions.
In the early morning, at about seven, the five of them arrived at Liberty City. Michael immediately went to purchase a prepaid phone and contacted Niko Bellic, whose number he had given Michael the last time they met.
"Who is this?" Niko asked. Michael said, "It's me, Michael De Santa. That friend of Patrick McReary?"
Niko had to take a few moments to remember who Michael was. "Ah, you were here with three other men? Francis, Trevor and um, a Mexican?"
"Franklin, Trevor and Gustavo, yep. Um, did your cousin call you saying that a woman, a fat kid and a young woman wanted to meet you?" Michael asked. Niko replied, "Yes, they are your family, aren't they? They are safe at my place in Middle Park East. Where are you, Michael?"
Michael scanned his surroundings. "I'm at a beach, I suppose. But no one's here, only tramps and hobos." Niko laughed. "Ah, you should be at the Firefly Island Beach. I'll go there to pick you up now. Do you have anyone with you?"
"Franklin, Trevor, Gustavo and an acquaintance."
Two vehicles, a Cognoscenti and a Cavalcade arrived. Niko and Roman Bellic went over to Michael, Franklin, Trevor, Gustavo and Ethan, who were sitting near the yacht. Upon seeing the injured Ethan, Niko said, "Come on, this guy needs to go to hospital. Looks like he was caught in a fucking firefight."
"That was what happened exactly. Don't you know? My friends and I are now wanted in San Andreas," Michael explained.
Niko and Roman carried Ethan to Roman's Cavalcade and plopped him at the back. "Come, let's get going," Roman said as he walked to his Cavalcade. Michael, Trevor and Gustavo got into Niko's Cognoscenti while Franklin got into Roman's Cavalcade, to accompany Ethan to hospital.