It was not good.
Trevor had broken his arm in 8 places and it was uncertain if he would be keeping it or not. He'd also broken three ribs, cracked his skull and had bad internal injuries and bleeding. Because of the extent of the injuries, he'd been placed in an induced coma. Niko, Ron and Wade had been there when Trevor was put out. Just before he fell into his sleep of uncertainty, he looked Niko in the eye and said simply "assume command". That had left Niko in charge of 'TP Industries' for now. The moment he got to the caravan, he'd told Ron and Wade to help him clean it. That took 7 full hours.
Nearly 800 miles away, Luis Lopez stood watching the dance floor in maisonette 9. His eyes were fixed on one lady with a very attractive navy blue dress. He was about to go over to her to try and 'reel her in' when he noticed a man seemingly looking at him with eyes that clearly were somewhat protective of the girl. Curious, Luis walked over to him.
"Hey man, what's up?" he greeted
Little did Luis know that the man in front of him was Michael de Santa, previously Michael Townley.
"Nothin' much. I see you eying my daughter over there" replied Michael
"shit that your daughter? damn she fine bro" as Luis finished that, gunshots were heard upstairs at the entrance. Luis, as head of security knew what to do.
"Everybody listens, nobody needs to die!" shouted one of the five gunmen that entered the club, all armed with SMGs. Luis was crouched behind one of the sofas, his silver pistol in hand. He got tapped by Michael and turned to see him with an AP pistol with an extended clip. Luis nodded, agreeing to Michael's help, then both rose up from behind their cover.
Michael shot first. A quick succession of bullets leaving his automatic pistol. Luis's semi automatic advanced pistol shot slower but did more damage, being designed to go against armoured targets. One of the gunmen shouted "we're here for Mr De Santa!" Luis had an idea then.
Motioning Michael to follow him, he made his way to the other stairs, shooting another gunner when he reached the top of them. Quickly followed by Michael, he left the club. Outside were two Canis Mesas, presumably belonging to the gunmen judging by the way they were parked. Michael followed Luis into his car, a black Super GT with a carbon hood, blue under glow and carbon wing spoiler.
They must have really wanted Michael because the next thing they saw was 2 gang members in a stolen N.O.O.S.E Annihilator, it's four Gatling guns rotating rapidly. Luis made a judgement call and turned into an alleyway, causing one of the Mesas to crash, the other carried on knowing where the alley came out.
By now, they were at the top of Algonquin, near the newly constructed Alderney-Algonquin-Bohan tunnel. The tunnel started from Westyke, going around the top of Northwood but you could turn off there. The tunnel then continued and ended in Fortside. It had been build two years earlier to try and lower the traffic on the bridges during rush hours and it did the job. Everyone wanted to use the tunnel because of it's 5 lanes on each side leaving the bridges mostly empty. Apparently since the opening of the tunnel, bridge traffic had decreased by about 70%, meaning that the amount of cars using the tunnel each day was enough to completely cover all of Bohan. Now the jams were about to become useful.
Luis swerved off the road and over the sidewalk, down some steps and on to the main road turn into the tunnel. Luckily, he got in a space in the traffic but as he expected, the mesa was held up. Now came part two of his idea. Calling in the equivalent of an army and a good friend.
As he expected, when he exited the tunnel, the annihilator fired on him, causing chaos on the road. multiple cars sped up and swerved out of lane causing a massive crash. Then part two happened.
"You fuck with Luis Lopez, you get a pissed fucking Arab with a missile-rigged mechanical fucking camel fuckers!" Screamed Yousef Amir from the gold buzzard as he fired two missiles, both hitting the annihilator directly in the cab and rotors. The flaming ball fell to the ground in a play park that always seemed to be empty.
"You alright man?" Luis asked Michael. "alright? I'm fantastic! My heart ain't pumped like that in years! I love it! hey, have you ever pulled a score?" he exclaimed and asked.
"you mean a bank rob?" Michael nodded "nah man, I've been held up in one but never been on the other side of the gun"
"if you come back to LS with me, I could use your help with one I need to pull. I pulled this Mexican gangster's girl's house down a hillside and now I have to finance the rebuild. I'm gonna pull one on a jewellery store. You wanna join?" Michael asked as Luis reversed the super GT out of the pileup and turned around, continuing down the highway.
"I think I'll be having myself a little illegal holiday in Los Santos then" Luis stated, agreeing to Michael's partnership. He drove Michael back to his hotel in star junction. As they arrived, Luis suggested taking the lift to the top of Rotterdam tower.
"I'll take a look. I'm going back to LS in two days and we're pulling the score in five. see you." with that, he walked over to his rather angry looking wife.
10 minutes later, Luis arrived back at his house only to see the gold buzzard in the centre of the road. He was greeted by Yousef as he entered the building.
"wassup my nigga! have some Champaign on another excellent victory!" Yousef greeted and offered. Luis took the glass of Champaign and toasted with Yousef. "To kicking the asses of those who oppose us" their glasses clinked together and they drank. It didn't take long for them to drink too much and Yousef made a rare logical decision to pass out on Luis' couch instead of fly drunk. Luis later, after a dance with his golden machine gun, passed out on the floor of his kitchen.
When he woke up the next morning to find that he had wet himself, he was sleeping with his gun, Yousef was asleep on his sofa with nothing on his bottom half and half his table was covered with vomit. He didn't remember the events of last night and honestly didn't think he wanted to.