Marcy and Keas step out of the airport building together. She takes a deep breath of the fresh air; her red shirt pulls up and reveals the pink belly button piercing she has. The wind from the ocean tousles their hair and pushes it away from their faces. Keas, who is standing a step behind Marcy, reaches up and lightly caresses her auburn hair with a smile on his face. To his relief Marcy doesn't acknowledge if she feels or notices him doing so. She lets out her breath with a loud content sigh while placing her fists on both hips. Keas quickly brings his hand back down as Marcy turns to look at him over her shoulder.
"So Keas, what shall we do about a car? We could rent out a car," Marcy says to him. He raises an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, you're right. That's not like us. Well then should we call a cab, or take a car?" Immediately Keas' eyes brighten.
"Take," his speaks in a calm voice. Marcy gives an eager nod.
"Right. You stay here with our luggage. I'll be right back." Keas nods back at her before taking their luggage to a bench. From there Keas keeps an eye on Marcy as she makes her way over to the long-term parking lot.
Once inside the designated area for visitors who will be gone for more than a few days, Marcy begins to look critically at each vehicle she passes. Ones with flat tires and oil spots beneath them are passed over quickly. She walks past a Declasse Asea with a dent in the front bumper. Any vehicles with obvious bodily damage is easier found once reported to the police; she would much rather not have to pay for repairs on a car that isn't hers. Next she passes on a Declasse Vigero. It doesn't look bad, but she would much rather just go with something else. It really doesn't suit her or Keas. Finally her eyes land on a matte green Cheval Fugitive. Coming up to it she notices that it has newer tires with plenty of tread and paint without a single scratch. She looks in the window and finds a novel sitting in the passenger seat (obviously forgotten by the regretful flier) and a GPS attached to the dash of the car. The GPS would be a great help in a city she doesn't know the layout of. She makes her decision and tries the door handle.
"Damn. I really don't want to break a window," Marcy murmurs to herself. She really doesn't want to make too much noise and catch unwanted attention. She then moves toward the front of the car and crouches down to reach behind the fender. She remembers back with her Grotti Carbonizzare she would put a spare key behind the front driver's fender in case she lost her keys at some point. A grin spreads across her face as her fingers wrap around the familiar shape of a key. She pulls it out no problem and removes the magnet from the key. She places the magnet back in place before moving back to the door. Click! She opens the door without a problem, silence greeting her inside the car. It's not enough to say how relieved she feels that an alarm hadn't gone off. She then puts the key into the ignition and turns it. Vroom! She can't help but grin at herself in the rearview mirror as she adjusts it to suit her. "Well I'm sure glad that went smoothly. I don't need the cops on me already," she comments. "Although, I may need a new paintjob on this thing; I'm not sure when the owner will be coming back and filing a report when she finds her car gone."
Marceline smoothly brings the car up to the doors of the building. She climbs out, leaving the door open and the car running. "Hey Keas!" she calls out, lifting her arm up in a wave. "Bring the luggage over here!" She moves to the back of the car and reaches out to open the back passenger door. "We can put it back-" Marcy stops when she hears tires screeching and feels the handle rip from her fingers. She turns quickly to watch as someone takes off with her car that she stole. "Hey Asshole! That's my car, dammit!" she practically screams at the driver. Keas hurries the rest of the way over with their luggage in hand, a worried expression thrown her way. He knows exactly where this kind of thing will bring them, especially with that look in her eyes. Marcy glances around quickly, assessing everything around them. She spots a woman just pulling up to the sidewalk near them with an extended cab truck and hurriedly makes her way over to it. She yanks open the door of the Vapid Sadler without hesitation and startles the poor woman inside. "Get the fuck out!" Thankfully the woman notices the seriousness in Marcy's expression and clumsily scrambles out of the vehicle.
As Keas puts the luggage into the passenger's seat Marcy watches as 2 motorcyclists rush past. She watches them for a moment while Keas climbs into the bed of the truck. The motorcycles follow after her thief in pursuit, so Marcy makes the assumption that Asshole must have pissed off a couple people and stole her stolen car to escape. Just as Marcy finishes buckling up she hears Keas hit the side of the cab. "Ready!" Keas calls out to her. With a firm nod Marcy shifts into first and takes off after her thief and his pursuers.
"You keep an eye on them, Keas! I'll focus on the traffic!" she calls back to him through the small open window in the back. She glances at the rearview mirror only to see nothing but Keas' broad chest behind his white shirt as he holds on to the light bar above the cab. "Here!" She passes her extra pistol magazine to him through the window in case he may need it later. After weaving past a Stanier she glances at the GPS in the truck to see where she is. The little icon representing the truck shows it moving through a district of Los Santos called La Puerta. When Marcy looks back up she lets out a shriek while jerking the steering wheel to the right. The owner of the blue Felon's eyes are huge as he lays on his horn. Marcy lets out a breath and brings her right hand to her chest. She feels her heart pick up in speed as the adrenalin starts to pump its way into her bloodstream and causes her pupils to dilate. A shiver racks her frame at the familiar feeling. She can't remember the last time she felt this rush. With her left hand on the wheel and her right on the shifter Marcy narrows her eyes in concentration. She swerves to the right to go around a Cavalcade, and then merges into the left lane to pass a F620. She comes around a bus then quickly cuts in front of it to follow the bikers down a street to the left.
Marcy spots two black Burrito vans join the motorcyclists in the chase with three additional bikers. "Man, whoever these guys are they must be really pissed at this thief," Marcy mumbles to herself. She cuts into oncoming traffic to go around a large cluster of cars in her way, causing her to narrowly miss a head on collision with a taxi. One of the vans gets a flat tire from the thief's bullets and loses control, ramming right into an electricity pole as a result. Marcy picks up the speed and dodges past a Dubsta to get right next to the other van.
"Die!" Keas shouts. Marcy jerks the truck to the left and hits the front of the van. She forces it off the road and into the side of a building. She corrects the truck before she crashes herself. "Nice job, Marcy!" Keas tells her encouragingly which causes her to smile. Finally she's almost caught up to the bikes. To her horror she sees the motorcyclists shooting at her car! "Fuckers!" she hears Keas shout at them. He took the word right out of her mouth.
"Keas, take those bikers down! If we get separated, don't worry! We're near the beach so just wait for me there!" she yells over the engine. A loud bang causes Marcy to flinch as Keas opens fire on one of the bikes. His bullets puncture the bike's rear tire, causing it to lose control and go into a roll. The next bike does the same thing when Keas switches targets. "Hang on!" Marcy warns. Keas stops firing and grips the light bar tightly. Marcy punches it forward and rams right into another of the bikes. The rider flies forward and tumbles on the road before being run over by the truck's tires.
"Luke! You bitch!" the second to last biker shouts at her. He pulls back so he's right next to her door before pointing his pistol right at her. A loud roar erupts from behind Marcy making the biker flinch.
"Marcy nice lady!" Keas screams. Marcy watches in horror as Keas leaps out of the bed and tackles the biker onto the pavement.
"Keas!" Marcy calls after him. She sees him motion for her to keep going in her rearview mirror. "Fuck!" She narrows her eyes in determination. She plans to take care of this mess and get back to Keas as soon as she can. She follows the lone motorcyclist and the car thief through Vespucci Canals and towards Little Seoul. She sees the car take a sharp left and the biker is right in front of her. Seeing an opening she puts the petal to the metal and rams into the bike as it goes to make the turn, then slams on the breaks. The biker slams into the hood of the truck before flying off with the momentum. He hits the building at the corner of the street and leaves blood splatter on the wall. Marcy can't help but grin at her accomplishment. Keas and she have now successfully fought off the people after her car thief.
With a happy air to her she begins down the road Asshole had turned onto. Before long she finds him down a side street with his brights on. He flashes them once before moving to a parking space. Marcy turns down the alley and parks next to him on the left. He steps out first with his hands up; Marcy chuckles at the gesture. She is anything but a cop. She opens the truck door and climbs out effortlessly. When she comes around the front of the truck the thief's expression turns to one of shock and confusion. He really wasn't expecting a woman.
Marcy looks him over with intrigue. His hair is short and black from what she can tell beneath his flat billed hat. His white tank top shirt doesn't have a spot of blood on it underneath his black open hoodie. His dark blue jeans fit him well and don't sag on him, which Marcy is very pleased to find. She can't stand people that wear clothes that obviously don't fit. He has a wide nose and brown eyes, but they suit him well. He reaches his hand out for an honest handshake and Marcy's gotta say she is quite impressed with her first impression of him. She takes his hand with a grin.
"The name's Franklin," he starts off. Letting go of her hand he continues, "Thanks for that back there. That was some pretty impressive driving, Lady." Marcy gives him a nod.
"Thanks. You can call me Marcy. You're just lucky to take that car in desperation; it's my car," she tells him. "If you weren't being chased then Keas would have been attacking you right now and not them." He takes a single step back so he's now leaning on the car.
"Well damn. I knew today would be a lucky day." Marcy lets out a laugh. Sarcasm is always funny in her book.
"I thought so, too," she responds. She moves her hair away from her face after some wind blows it in her way. "Well hey; ya think I can get my car back? I did go through all that trouble to catch up to you." Marcy gestures to the car behind him and with a jolt he pushes off the car.
"Oh shit, yeah. Sorry for pulling you into that." Marcy is quick to wave it off as she moves to the truck's passenger door. She opens it up and grabs a couple luggage bags before turning back to the car. Franklin is nice enough to pull the lever inside the car to open up the trunk for her before she reaches it.
"It's no big deal, really. It was a nice refresher from the norm of my city." After placing the bags in the trunk she moves to go back for more. To her delight she sees Franklin with 3 of her bags as he passes her to get to the trunk.
"What about your boy back there? Will he be ok?" he asks. Marcy chuckles under her breath.
"Oh don't worry about Keas. Knowing him he's probably beaten that biker's face in with his own helmet and is already on his way to the beach by now. If there's one thing I know about Keas is that there isn't a person alive who stands a chance against him in a fight." Marcy grabs the last 2 bags and closes the truck door with her elbow. "If you want this truck go ahead and take it. I took it from a lady so I could chase after you, so you may want to bring it to a shop if you plan to keep it so you don't get arrested," she tells him. "The keys are still in the ignition." She places the last of the luggage in the trunk before closing it.
"Well shit, thanks. I'd rather not walk home from here," he responds. Marcy walks up to Franklin. This time she sticks her hand out to initiate a handshake and he doesn't hesitate to take it.
"It was nice to meet you." She reaches into her back jeans pocket and takes out a small card before holding it out to him. "Here's my personal number in case you're ever in trouble again." Franklin hesitates for a second before taking the card from her and looking it over. "Or if you ever wanna get a drink or something. I may be older than you but I still know how to have fun." Franklin smiles at her before putting the card in his pocket.
"Sure thing. How long are you staying here?" he asks. Marcy just shrugs.
"I'm not sure. I rented out an apartment for 2 months in advance, but I might stay longer if things are going fine back at my business at home. Who knows? Maybe I'll vacation here again later on." Franklin raises an eyebrow; he noticed her mention her own business. He crosses his arms.
"What kind of business do you have?" he asks. Marcy mentally slaps herself. She didn't mean to mention that. Before Marcy could come up with a lie, Franklin continues speaking. "And what kind of business woman drives like that, anyway?" He takes her card back out and takes a better look at it. 'Marceline May – Entrepreneur.' She sighs in defeat; he's more perceptive than she suspected.
"Alright, I guess I can explain myself a bit. I run a meth lab back in my city. I've been doing it for 12 years now and with Keas' help these past 10 years I've become the only meth business there. I used to be a getaway driver before then for extra money, and honestly it's been a few years since I had to drive that way. Keas and I decided that it was due time for a vacation, and one of my associates suggested Los Santos, so here we are. I don't really know of any places around here yet to have fun, so if you ever wanna just hang give me a call." Marcy shrugs, her shirt lifting up a bit when she does so. Franklin catches a glimpse of her bellybutton ring before her shirt goes back down. "I'm usually down for anything. But of course Keas would be there with me." Franklin speaks up before she can continue.
"What is up with him, anyway? I've never seen anyone jump off a moving truck like that." Franklin pauses. Although he has jumped off a car before himself he was at least leaping onto a moving boat and not onto the hard pavement. Marcy smiles sheepishly. She hates speaking about Keas without his knowledge.
Quickly she says, "I think that's a story for another time. I gotta get back to him before he tries to find me himself, and that wouldn't be good for anyone without me there to calm him down." Franklin nods in understanding. Based on what he has seen and heard about him so far it would be really bad if he freaked out. "It was nice meeting you though, Franklin. It was refreshing to have a conversation with someone who isn't so judgmental."
"Yeah, same to you," he responds. It's been a while for him, too. Well, at least with a complete stranger that is. Although he still has some questions for her he can tell that she isn't going to answer him right now. He'll just have to wait for the next time they cross paths.
Marcy goes to her car's drivers' side door and opens it. She pauses for a bit, resting her arms on top of the door. "I did mean it, you know. If you're ever in a tight situation, give me a call. I'll come help you."
"Thanks in advance, then." She throws him a smile before climbing into the car and taking off towards the beach. He watches her drive away before pulling her business card out of his pocket again. "Marcy, huh?" He starts his way to the truck's door. "Wait 'til Michael hears about this."