Hi everyone,

I wasn't sure whether I was going to post a second chapter, but I decided I wanted to after replaying the ending of GTA V again. I've replanned how this story will turn out and have a few ideas as to which characters your will expect to crop up, but I won't reveal too much yet. In this chapter, Michael and Niko meet for the first time in a fist-fight, whilst Trevor shows Franklin and Lamar how to have a good time in Las Venturas, after having an argument with his girlfriend over the phone.

As always, please R&R! The story gets a little graphical near the end with some murders going on by the one and only Trevor Phillips, but its not too bad imo. Enjoy! :D

Location – Verdant Meadows Airstrip – Bone County

0630 hrs – October 7

Franklin Clinton, Lamar Davis and Trevor Phillips are settling in the Plane Graveyard

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The front wooden door creaked upon Trevor's entry, who whimpered slightly as the ancient dust burned through his eye sockets with no remorse, whilst Franklin and Lamar covered their noses as they could not handle the smell. It didn't take long for the trio to discover the source of the stench, as in the centre of the room perched upon a worn leathery couch sat three gnarly looking men, all with their saggy throats slit. As soon as he had rescued himself from his pain, Trevor's eyes widened upon discovery of the merciless deaths of his old friends.

"Well shit…Guess it'll be my turn then to take the trash out…" Trevor inhumanly joked, he pushed one of the plump tank-top wearing men onto the floor and used him as a footrest, and rested his head warmly upon the shoulders of the corpse next to him, shushing both himself and the body next to him.

"Eh Crazy Dude, I ain't sleeping in no shit-ass shack with a pile of corpses like this one…" Lamar protested in a moaning tone, Franklin was relieved that Lamar had spoken for the pair of them, and held in a slight chuckle at the fact that it was Lamar between the two who was moaning, rather than Franklin like usual.

"HEY! These – Are my friends, friends whom have such a relaxed outlook on life, that they're happily letting you stay in their home, and don't even care about how the world views them!" Trevor sneered, as he rose up on his feet, his feet crunched down upon the face of the corpse acting as a footrest, and his eyeballs turned to a sludgy stain in the loose floorboards. Lamar began to back away as he waved his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

"Anyway…From the looks of things, someone must've broke in here recently, tore up the place and killed your guys Trev, we should keep an eye on things." Franklin suggested as he assessed the building, looking at the time-passed pancakes still in rusty pans in the kitchen, and looked at a large yellow puddle in the corner just by the door, suggesting this home lacked a toilet, though if these men were anything like Trevor, a bathroom obviously wasn't a necessity.

"Alrighty then!" Trevor shouted, clapping his hands whilst Lamar peeked out the fortified glass windows, and Franklin's eyes laid upon the friendly psychopath. "Since Lamar's senses are defenceless against my 'home away from home', and since Franklin's got his detective mode on…Let's hit the town baby!"

"T, I'm a wanted man, I can't be seen out in public otherwise One-time will snatch my ass and throwaway the key!" Franklin replied with haste, Michael had warned him not to let Trevor get ahead of himself, and even if he had to survive leaving in a small shack full of corpses with Lamar and Trevor, he was prepared to do it.

"Ey dude, did you decide to pack some tampons on our little flight? Calm yo'self down man, if anyone starts asking questions, we'll just clap 'em." Lamar concluded, Franklin may have had his reasons in wanting to stay in a horrid disclosed area like an airplane graveyard, but Lamar was still crazed and ruthless in his youth, and he wanted to enjoy himself.

"Ah, thank you Lamar, now let's go ladies, the night is coming, and I want to take advantage of it!" Trevor implored, he opened the stiff door and let the desert's sun shine on his face, then hustled the two gangsters out of the door, and he took one final look at his deceased old friends. "Don't get up, I'll let myself out…" Trevor whispered, winking at the bodies whilst ramming his left hand down his sweatpants, feeling the need to scratch his sack.

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Meanwhile, Michael Townley and Dave Norton are outside the Little Seoul Church

Michael sat perched on the bonnet of Dave's Oracle, looking across the street at the crowd of cops, full of the old and cynical who had given up on their duties and stood dunking cookies into their coffee whilst the young and eager stood looking at the white painted lines around the corpse on the ground, giving their own detective theories hoping to impress their superiors. Michael chuckled at the knowledge that a famed notorious retired bank robber stood just across the road, and before he could enjoy the confusion of those before him anymore, Dave hurried out of the crowd with a cigarette in his mouth, and a lighter placed back into his pocket.

"Okay, after getting a few of them to talk, it turns out Franklin's suspicions were right; this guy was assassinated. The killer used skilful precision in sniping the surgeon just above the cranium, and looking from the projectile of the bullet, it must have come from the LTD Gas Station just across the street." Dave revealed, Michael nodded his head and pretended to display some interest, but this was a man who just wanted to make movies and have a glass of whiskey, and he was still trying to recover from his smoking addiction.

"Alright great, so what now?" Michael asked, Dave looked to him with an irritated glare as he sat carelessly on his car, which had just been washed a few hours ago, and Michael's own hygiene became evident by the dirt trickling off the bottom of his suit, leaving several filthy marks on the expensive vehicle.

"Now, we head to the gas station and interrogate the owner, see if he knew or suspected anyone. And if we don't get anything out of him, we look through his CCTV footage and find our assassin. Then, we ensure the owner doesn't warn the Agency of what we'll have done, and find some sort of incriminating evidence to warn him not to." Dave asserted, Michael looked at his watch as he wanted to get home and see his family, but business had to come first as Dave opened the driver's door of the car, and twitched his head to signal Michael to get in.

The duo began racing down the street, and with Dave's delirious driving, it was only a matter of mere seconds until the two reached their destination. Observant as ever, Dave noticed a black sedan parked outside the gas station, but after trying to check the licence plate on his phone, he was flabbergasted to find that there were no names of former or current owners. As they approached the entrance to the liquor store, Michael began to smell something burning, and the two quickly realised that someone had attacked the owner, as the glass windows were smashed, bottles of malt had spilled across the floor and some crates of alcohol had traces of blood on the bottom.

"Shit, brace yourself, they could still be here." Dave warned, pulling out an AP pistol with a silencer, whilst Michael pulled out his reliable gold-painted Combat pistol. A dribble of sweat emerged across Dave's face, whilst Michael calmly looked on, and lead the agent towards the backroom of the store, where the CCTV footage could be watched.

Michael looked towards the opened dark door, and watched the talking shadows as he eavesdropped on the rival government agents as they began torturing an owner of a small liquor store; of all the biggest threats in the world they could have fought, they instead chose to attack a liquor store owner simply because he was a loose end.

"AARGH! Fuckin' hell! Stop that shit you immigrant asshole!" The owner begged, Niko was merciless as he unscrewed another bottle of alcohol open, then began pouring it across the owners legs, whilst Karen and Agent Swiane looked on.

"Tell us where you hid the tapes, and we'll walk away, but until then, we'll set this place ablaze, with you in it!" Karen warned, she stood in front of the man, tied down to a chair, waving a matchstick whilst Agent Swiane chose to start drinking some of the vodka from the crates.

"Sh-Shit…All you bureau people…You're all the same. You don't fight wars, you start 'em and leave it to common folk like us to deal with the shit!" The owner roared with anger, Niko tensed his grip onto the man's jawline, and slowly yet excruciatingly began tightening the palm of his hand as he listened to the sounds of his mouth with force, and watched as two or three teeth fell out of his mouth.

"Last chance…" Karen warned, as she brought out the box of matchsticks and scratched one across the box, and the female-fatale was tempted to smirk as the man's eyes alit with fear at the small flare, comparable to that of a cat after being caught alone in the darkness. "Where are the tapes?"

"That's our cue Dave!" Michael shouted, as he entered the small room, bringing out his pistol and shooting the matchstick out of Karen's hands, sheer millimetres away from dismembering her hand.

Agent Swiane took swift action as he charged for Michael, however a tackle to the ground by Dave was all it took to keep him away, as Dave forced his weight onto the man's gut whilst beating his dense skull ruthlessly into the flooring. Niko's eyes widened with fury as he charged after Michael, scoring a quick takedown through striking him in the face, however he didn't expect Michael to have had almost equal reflexes, as the forty-five year old managed a defensive low-uppercut into Niko's ribcage, followed by a headbutt that left both combatants slightly dazed. Karen stood with anger as her two agents wasted time fighting, and decided to continue trying to extort information out of her victim.

"Well friend, you're really in it…I've got no personnel behind me, my agents are preoccupied, and I..I am pissed." Karen scorned in a low tone, bringing out a pistol as she fired a bullet from her pistol into the man's right-foot, and then his left-kneecap, followed by a full round into both of his hands. Somehow, he survived the torture, however his wailing began to give Karen a throbbing headache, which was what the stressed negotiator did not need right now. "Where. Are. The tapes?"

"Fi-Fine…I gave it, to my wife…She's in an apartment on Carson avenue…Don't hurt her, she still puts out…" The owner beseeched, Karen let out a sigh of relief as Niko tackled Michael to the ground and poured a bottle of scotch into his eyes to distract him, however Michael was still putting up a fight as he kneed the Eastern-European straight into the Bellic jewels.

"Sorry, but favours aren't in my job description." Karen hissed, firing one final bullet into the man's forehead, tying up loose ends. "We're done here – Finish them and let's go!"

Despite his seemingly best efforts, Agent Swiane cowered on the ground trying to protect himself like a wounded animal as Dave continue to wear out the shape of the timeworn man's face with his bloodied knuckles, and Karen had decided that enough, was quite enough.

BAAM!

"DAVEY!" Michael howled, as the distraction of Dave's wound was the perfect opportunity for Niko to finally win the fight by thrashing his thumbs into Michael's eyeballs, then ensured that he would not manage to get up quickly enough by picking up a half-smashed bottle of vodka up from the floor, and pierced Michael's kneecap with the sharp edges of the glass beverage. Niko aimed his own pistol at the man's forehead, before his opponent whimpered in pain whilst throwing his hands into the air.

"I'm a father – I have a family!" Michael begged, before Niko could coldly pull the trigger on the pistol, he looked at his adversary with both amazement and empathy as he expected to fight a rogue group of FIB agents with no remorse for killing, not a middle aged family man who wanted to do right by his children.

Niko aimed the pistol at Michael, his hands shaking violently whilst he began to blink uncontrollably, and as he struggled to decide whether to kill him or let him live, he saw flashbacks of himself and Roman, how they were placed in the exact same spot as Michael, and ultimately, how they didn't deserve any of the pain or suffering they were forced to endure, with Roman in particular. Agent Swiane managed to shove Dave away from him and forced himself to his feet with some assistance from Karen, whom was still waiting to hear the ringing of a gunshot in the room from Niko's gun. He turned to her and watched her help up Agent Swiane, and taking the chance whilst her back was turned, he composed himself and readied the kill.

"I'm sorry friend, but if you really wanted to protect your family, you wouldn't have gotten involved in this shit…" Niko muttered, he began blinking hysterically again as his past life and mistakes flashed before his eyes, but he was still in control, and knew exactly what he wanted to do.

BAAM!

"It's done, now let's go and get the tapes." Niko settled in a grim tone, Karen turned to face him and inspected the victim's body, and after she had deemed it satisfactory, she began walking out of the room, with Agent Swiane ahead of her.

"Niko, are you okay?" Karen queried in an apologetic tone, the sound of Dave still whimpering rang out through the room as he lay, waiting for his eventual death, however Niko was resilient to the woman's false charms, and followed Agent Swiane out of the room.

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Location – Four Dragons Casino – Las Venturas

1952 hrs – October 7

Franklin Clinton, Lamar Davis and Trevor Phillips are drinking and are about to take on the town

Nothing could have prevented Franklin from looking inconspicuous as he stood wearing a lopsided black fedora coupled with solid dark aviators, and stood perched by one of the slot-machines, and witnessed the horror of Trevor and Lamar gambling their lives away in their egotistical drunkenness. For a psychotic deranged killer with unresolved parental issues, Trevor was truly gifted when it came to gambling; throughout the whole night, he had moved swiftly from poker tables to slot machines, to roulette wheels and then back to different poker tables, it was as if he could hear a ticking clock inside his head, telling him where and when to strike, just like his murder streaks.

"Yeah – 26 Red! – Remember that colour girls – It's what you'll all look like when I'm done with ya!" Trevor roared, he had scored another couple of million again off the wheel, with a pair of strippers on his shoulders whom seemed troubled by the stench from his armpits, yet were too interested in his wealth to give it too much thought.

"Homie, you and me is going places, up to the top!" Lamar laughed, then noticed a flirtatious young blonde Italian girl winking at him whilst showing a little flesh, then began walking away but with the allure pulling Lamar after her. "But'chu and me girl, we're gonna go low and rock the bottom…"

"Man, what the fuck is wrong with y'all? We're supposed to be lying low, not lying on top of fancy looking dames and dimes!" Franklin reminded in an alarmed tone, he stood in Lamar's way with his arms held wide apart, whom stood agitated by the younger man's persistence, and just wanted the trio to relax for once. "Now come on, let's just head back to the hangar, we can put up a few sleepingbags or some shit-"

"Oh that shall not be necessary dearest Franklin," Trevor began, he swayed his right arm into the air and forced one of the strippers to topple on her heels as Trevor left the poker table with his pile of money. "I already bought us a nice pad at this fine establishment for the week, me being in my hospitable nature and also being the host…That and Lamar being a pussy over staying in a room with some corpses."

"Well excuse me if that don't turn me on crazy man!" Lamar sneered, he was growing more and more angered at the fact that he had come all the way to Las Venturas for his two friends, yet they still continued to mock him and order him around.

"Well excuuuuuuuuse me, if you feel sexually threatened over those dusty meatbags still havin' bigger balls than you do down there!" Trevor laughed in a vicious tone, he crouched down and pretended to hold a magnifying glass like a detective as he held his face close towards Lamar's crouch, who jumped back in fright at what was about to come next. "Now come on; your best friend is going through a rough patch, and you have done the hard job of coming all the way out here out of familial obligations, now let's all just calm down, have a drink, and get some shut-eye."

"Fuck; that may actually be the most sensible thing you ever said T." Franklin bewildered, he was surprised at Trevor's pragmatism regarding the situation, and for actually taking it seriously for once. Lamar backed down and gave Franklin some dap, whilst Trevor began nodding his head violently in delight at what he saw.

"Well that's down to two reasons Frankie; one – I'm as high as a kite right now – And two! You guys are my beloved friends, friends who have never turned on me…Now let's go, one final drink before we get going!" Trevor implored, Lamar had suspected that Trevor had been under the influence for a while now as he led the two towards the bar, whilst Franklin followed behind, amazed at Trevor's sincerity for once. As Lamar began ordering some cocktails, Trevor's phone began to ring, and he suspected that it may have been Michael, until checking the number.

"Ohohohoh, Ursula m'dear! How's my favourite naughty little girl?" Trevor quipped in a seductive yet uncanny tone, whilst Lamar and Franklin looked one, learning for the first time that he actually had a girl in his life.

"Daddy, I need some spanking but I ain't seen you around Sandy Shores, where are you?" Ursula faithfully replied, she was slurring her words as if she had been drinking plenty of alcohol recently, whilst Trevor struggled to hear her over the loud music in the casino.

"Yeeeeeeeeah, about that – You're gonna have to spank yourself and eat the drywall on your own for a while as I'm out of town for a few weeks, business matters, and a slight confusion with the police force." Trevor announced in a polite yet deceiving tone, stabbing himself emotionally in the stomach as he hated to lie to a woman for his friends, and not just any woman, but a woman he had been with for a long time. As he finished, he could hear Ursula crying on the phone which upset him even more. "Ur-Ursula? Darling, you okay?" Her tears gradually turned into screams as Trevor moved the phone away from his ears in pain, and Franklin and Lamar listened to the screeches.

"I-Is this what I am to you!? A cheap skank!? Your friends are more important to you than your little girl? Yo-You and I need to meet – Are you near a cliff? In a kitchen with some sharp knives and forks? In a garden with a nice long shovel!?" Ursula barked, she began remembering her previous lovers that she had killed so close to home, and was intent on adding Trevor to the list as Franklin downed a cocktail whilst Lamar tried to conceal both his shock and laughter at Trevor's call.

"Fine – Las Venturas – Four Dragons Casino – I'll send some money for the flight if you need it, I'll be honest with you; we're not in an exactly good situation right now so I didn't want to bring you with me…But if you want to come darling, then fucki-" Trevor revealed, after listening to the irrational crazed woman, Franklin and Lamar began waving their arms in silent protest as they begged Trevor not to bring her all the way to Las Venturas, but he didn't listen and pretended to growl at them, however Ursula broke his reply.

"I'll be there….I still don't get any visitors anymore, and these days are too long….FUCKING SOUP! Mamma's hair got into the fucking soup 'cause I'm holding this fucking phone! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" Ursula began to blather, she seemed lost in thought as Trevor stood with his eyebrows raised in sympathy, scratching his cheeks as his skin grew warmer, then flinched slightly as Ursula began sending him death-threats. Despite the startled looks on Franklin's and Lamar's faces, a horrid grin gashed across Trevor's face as he slowly built up an erection over the potential fear from this feisty woman, and put his phone away as she hung up in rage.

"So uh…I guess Franklin ain't the only boy with girl problems eh?" Lamar chuckled, Trevor tucked his phone back into his jeans' pocket, then looked to the bartender as he began pouring a bottle of liquor into a small glass, and impatiently forced himself against the counter and swiped the bottle away and growled with a ghastly groan, then began trying to chuck the whole beverage down.

"Every relationship has to drive over a bumpy road here and there Lamar, you just haven't experienced it yet because you have a weak attention span when it comes to women," Trevor began, he began pointing at Lamar with the tip of his bottle that fizzed over the hoodlum's shirt, whilst Franklin stood in the background, wavering his hand to ask for the bartender to pour him another drink, then looked over and realised the casino was short of staff. "Take Mikey and Amanda for example – he didn't exactly think it'd work when he found out the whole 'Special in bed' wasn't just exclusive to him – and she didn't exactly think it'd work when she found out he was just trailer-trash turned bank robber…But they made it work. And case and point, I'll make it work with…What'sherface."

"Shit, and you bitch about Lamar for his weak-ass brain." Franklin chuckled, he began to follow in Trevor's choice of liquor as he sloped over the counter and helped himself to another drink, though he had the manners and respect to place some money where he had collected the beverage, whilst Trevor looked on in embarrassed disgust.

"Gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen! We are here to lie low and have the time of our lives – We are young! We're rich! We're loaded! Now, let's forget all our troubles, leave all the heavy lifting to sugar tits, and enjoy ourselves!" Trevor pleaded, he pretended to be a young child tugging at the clothes of his mother as he held both of his furry grubby paws over Franklin's face, then held his bottle up to raise a toast, to which the others welcomed.

The three drinks clashed with an alarming ping, then the trio began guzzling down the beverages and as the strippers returned to the hillbilly whilst the two two-bit gangsters looked for some girls of their own, the night only just began to start….

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Location – Carson Street South Los Santos

1824 hrs, - October 7

Agent Pratchett has completed her mission objectives

"Was that really fucking necessary?" Niko growled with fury, watching the entire apartment block turn into a fiery blaze whilst Karen walked past him after throwing the Jerry can into the trunk of her Oracle, and Agent Swiane stood in the background on his phone, seemingly alerting his bosses to know that they had completed their objectives.

"We couldn't leave any traces and we can pin the whole event as an arsonist attack made by Clinton, there were a few members of the Ballas in there who were friends of Harold Joseph, the story can be checked out. As for the clerk at the gas station, he can easily just be the victim of a robbery that failed; this is a gang area anyway, the story's believable." Karen answered swiftly, she drew out a cigarette and a lighter, and offered one to Niko whose eyes were firmly focused on her face, not on her habits, and she grudgingly drew away the lighter, then began puffing out the smoke. "Now all we have to do is find his associates since he'll most likely be in hiding, namely this Michael DeSanta. I've met him before – He can handle himself in a gunfight, though you wouldn't have to learn this if you had just killed him."

"Whatever, this guy's just having a midlife crisis and playing with guns, and I don't have to kill everyone I meet; I'll give him a chance to make things right, and if he doesn't, then I'll kill him." Niko protested, Karen looked into his brown mysterious eyes and saw the flames of the apartment block in them, and was amazed to find that he never even blinked. In many ways, he could have been the best agent she could have right now.

"Fine." Karen muttered, she wished for a much stronger reply to encourage Niko to kill more often, however she knew from past experience not to push him too much. Agent Swiane waved his hands in the air to say that he wasn't going to finish his call anytime soon, and so Karen decided to drive off without him, getting into the driver's seat as Niko followed. "So…Do you hear from them much?"

"No, not after the job in North Yankton, by now, Roman's daughter will be five, starting kindergarten soon I think you people call it. What do you care? Everything is just work to you, even when you knew him and Mallorie as 'Michelle', you still didn't like him that much." Niko revealed, he lifted his face to look up into the clouds as his hands bristled through his beard, whilst Karen tried to move closer towards him in the front of the car, until Niko realised her tricks. "And I still miss Kate, she didn't deserve to get shot, none of them did…" Niko pushed himself towards the passenger window and gave one final glance towards the inferno, and waited for Karen to begin driving away.

With silent defeat, Karen pulled the Oracle away from the drive, and drove down the street and began heading for the HQ, whilst Agent Swiane began walking past the Recreation Centre and towards an alleyway, away from any possible attention he may have been receiving. He began panting as he started to power-walk, then clenched his stomach as he experienced stiches across his stomach, however it seemed as if his true suffering was coming from the phonecall.

"Yes, yes yes yes, I'll handle it sir. The IAA still believe the business is just a front that they can use to increase funding, they have no idea we are looking into their information. They're focused on finding one guy right now, someone called Franklin Clinton, some three-bit hood that's earned an extra dollar. No, no, no he won't be a problem, we'll deal with it soon and get back to the foreign affairs…Yes, yes I know how soon the election will be soon, that's why I'm keeping on tra-Okay. Alright, goodb-" Agent Swiane reported, he persistently looked back and forth out of the alleyway to make sure he wasn't followed, and his claustrophobia was kicking in as he began trying to read the graffiti on the brickwalls to keep his mind focused. The caller grew tired of his whimpering, and hung up on him, satisfied with his work for the time being.

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Location – Four Dragons Casino Hotel Suite, Room 69 – Las Venturas

1007 hrs, October 8

Franklin Clinton, Lamar Davis and Trevor Phillips are waking up from their night of drunkenness

Franklin brushed his strained eyes as he moaned in pain from the hangover, and tried to look across the sunny room, and could faintly remember where he was. He looked at the zebra fur-themed furniture and then back at the green vined wallpaper with both amazement and astonishment at the fashion choices, then tried to push himself up with his hands, then showed fright at the blood stains on his fingers, along with small burn scars tracing up his wrists. Then the ultimate surprise lay in front of him; a young topless Asian woman wearing his pants, also covered in bloodstains.

"Oh shit…What a fuckin' night man." Franklin snivelled in a low tone, trying to stand up on his feet as he noticed a katana jabbed into the front wall of the room, and could hear the faint sound of Lamar also waking up, and tried to hobble into the bathroom to find him. "Lamar, shit you in here bro?"

"FC man…Where the fuck are we?" Lamar questioned with his eyes shut, also missing his pair of pants. His muzzled hairy head was rested on the toilet seat whilst his feet were propped up by a dead ferret that had half of its pelt torn off, and he was also wearing a pair of fake-breasts on top of his shirts, that were covered in some sort of sticky liquid that smelt fishy. "Sh-Shit bro! What the fuck's going on!?" Lamar roared, Franklin moaned in pain at the noise, as did a familiar blonde Italian woman in the bathtub, wearing only a bikini and was covered in claw marks and lifeless roses.

"Argh…Who the fuck are you people? Where's my bodyguards?" The lady yowled, her lipstick was smeared across her Rosen cheeks, and her blonde glistening hair was all rugged around her shoulders, and she brought herself up to her legs as she raced through the apartment to find her clothes.

"Eh man, this is how it should be bro; Forum gangsters causing shit in hotel rooms and forgetting about all the chaos they wreak!" Lamar chuckled, he tried to give dap to Franklin whom couldn't help but chuckle at the fake-breasts he was wearing, and upon inspection, noticed a racing green line going down Lamar's neck. "Hey hey hey, shit man, what'chu looking at?"

"You must've gotten a tattoo or some shit during the night…" Franklin observed, he pulled down the back of Lamar's shirt collar and followed the pattern of the tattoo, and was amazed at what he saw; a green picture of Trevor's face wearing a bandanna, with the words 'Don't fuck the crazies' scrawled across Lamar's upper spine. "Damn that's…That's just fucked up." Franklin muttered, Lamar began begging to know what it was, however Franklin was clever enough not to tell him straight away as he would have had to experience the torture of his screams, and in this hangover, it could have killed the wanted billionaire.

Suddenly the Italian woman shrieked from the other side of the hotel room, and Franklin and Lamar could hear the sounds of someone running across the floor, and hurried out of the bathroom to inspect the situation. Then they stood in amazement; Trevor Phillips in a pink floral dress, perched upon a half dead white tiger, that had just awakened at the sounds of the screams. Trevor's eyelids faintly opened as the tiger screamed with aggression, shaking the crazed fellow animalistic entrepreneur off its back, then rushed across the room as it tried to get to grips with its surroundings. Trevor began moaning, and swearing, in pain and ache as the Italian woman tried to help him up just so she could offer him as a sacrifice to give her the chance to flee without being caught. Miraculously however, the tiger decided not to eat any of the men, or the Italian woman, for breakfast, but instead chose the Asian prostitute to quench its hunger. She shrieked with heartache and heart-break as the tiger began munching on her bossom, then peeled away at the flesh to draw out the muscle tissue and organs, and began licking the blood off its teeth to enjoy the meal. Trevor readied a swiss-army knife he had found by the broken Plasma TV, and slowly crept upon the fellow animal as it dug deeper into its feast. It clawed at the woman's neck as it tore the top of the spinal cord in half to get more of the blood, and with that, the prostitute's screams turned into whimpers as her brain was cut off from the rest of her body, and then, nothing. Franklin and Lamar both stood by the bathroom, preparing to lock themselves in whilst the Italian woman moved closer to them, and Trevor readied the blade.

"Eencie bincie tiger, went up the Japanese Casiiii-no…Up came T-revor, and down came the women…Eencie bincie ti-GERRRRR!" Trevor playfully noised as he moved closer to his prey, smelling its fear and delight upon the meal, and quickly jabbed into its head as Trevor's blade moved so quickly, Trevor almost slipped and tore off its right ear. Fortunately, Trevor's precision was strong enough to end the animal's life without too much pain. "Coast is clear, you can come out now you fuckin' cowards!"

"Shit man…The fuck happened last night?" Franklin bewildered, he began scratching his beard as Lamar tried to hold a hand over his nose to cover the smell of the rotting corpses, all the while the Italian woman crept out of the room holding her designer boots, still in a bikini.

"I dunno…But it was fun boys eh!? I mean, sure the RSPCA will have a fields day hunting us…And we've trashed the hotel room, but hey, what's life without a little risk?" Trevor answered with his arms waving in the air covered in traces of blood that came from different corpses, both dry and still dripping, and tried to hug his friends; one in a dress, one wearing fake-breasts, and the other missing his pants.

Before the trio could embrace upon surviving the crazed night, the door creaked upon, and the three met the eyes of a group of men in suits and sunglasses, obviously the Triads who owned the Casino downstairs, whom were mortified at the state of the room. Two of them held pistols in their hands as they aimed them at the inhabitants, and the third man stood straightening his tie, then took off his sunglasses with a smirk sprawled across his face.

"Mr Wo-Kin-Pai would like to have a word with you right away. Please, come with us…And we won't hurt you." He ordered in a light, emotionless tone, looking at the different faces of those who opposed him. The three looked back and forth at each other as they searched for answers as to who this man was, or what they wanted from him. Despite Franklin's wishes to stay away from unnecessary attention, he knew he had to follow the men, and the trio walked down the stairs and out of the suite at gunpoint, the prostitute and the tiger's corpses, still rotting and attracting flies.

And with that, some of the main antagonists are being introduced to this story, as well as a more fleshed out Niko Bellic who in later chapters, shall have his past life before 2013 explored through flashback sections.

Stay tuned for Chapter 3!