Luis had bought tickets for a Capria flight to Los Santos the next day. As he'd sat down, he couldn't help but think back to last time he was on a plane with Ray Bulgarin which had exploded in mid air due to a grenade being set off. After eating a hot pasty he'd ordered from the hostess, he got comfy and fell asleep. Four rows behind, Michael was trying to do the same but failing due to jimmy's constant moaning as he wasn't allowed to use his portable game console during take-off.

Niko had a job.
A business preposition had been offered. A sum of $6,000,000 for some special freight to be brought down from Alderney. Naturally, Niko had accepted the job but knew it would take a long time to get there and that it was a two man job. He thought of who he could ask. Wade couldn't drive, Ron was the only one able to run the company in his absence and the only other person he could really ask...

Johnny.

Although he was a biker, Niko knew that he was the only person who could do the trucking side of the job. He'd briefly considered asking Trevor's friend Cletus but decided against it. He'd probably say he was busy hunting. So with little choice, Niko got in his black and bronze Phoenix and headed for Stab City, the Lost MC's camp. When he entered, a biker held out a hand, motioning to stop the car and walked over to the window.

"What you doin' here?" He asked. Niko's reply was "Here to speak to Johnny Klebitz, it's Niko Bellic" At the mention of his name, he was waved through. So Johnny must have told the bikers about him.

As he drove slowly through, Multiple bikers either sat on their bikes or leant against trailers stared at Niko, making him have second thoughts about asking Johnny. No, this was the only person he could ask, with Trevor in a coma. He stopped at the caravan with 'CHAPTER PRESIDENT' spray painted on all sides.

Niko got out of his car and walked over to the caravan. It seemed cleaner than the others, with it's light brown strip more evident and the whole thing was less rusty, but not without any. The door was open.

"You here Johnny?" Niko called out, his reply was a moan from the bedroom.

As Niko entered the bedroom, his nose was flooded with the smell of alcohol. Johnny was half asleep on the bed with a clear hangover. He sat up, squinting at the sunlight coming in the door. "The hell do you want?" He asked, sounding like he was in pain. Niko simply replied "help"

Johnny painfully got off of his bed. "help with what? need someone killed?" He asked. "No. I need you to do a long journey with me. Up to North Yankton, pick up freight, get it back down to the Alderney docks in Liberty City, home free. Six million dollars, Three each." replied Niko. Johnny showed no interest until Niko mentioned the six million dollars. That seemed to lift his hangover.

"I guess I'm in, What do we need?" Johnny asked, agreeing to Niko's offer. "we need a truck and a container on a trailer. Once we have that, we switch the plates on them and get going.

With that, they were both in Niko's Phoenix heading up to Paleto bay, where all the truckers stop as they enter the state from the north. As they drove , they passed many trucks, even a Cluckin' Bell one which Niko had never seen before in Liberty City. Then again, there was a Cluckin' Bell farm here.

At last, they saw the jackpot. A silver Phantom with a white trailer. Niko overtook and stopped in front. Johnny got out and went over to the truck. Niko couldn't hear what they were saying over the 24 valve supercharged engine but saw Johnny open the door and pull the driver out of the cab. Niko sped away as Johnny sat in the cab and pull away, the wind pushing the door shut. They kept driving until they reached Trevor's caravan. That was when Niko saw a ghost.

Trevor Phillips was in the front yard, shooting glass bottles one handed from a wheelchair, his other arm in a cast. Two of the fingers in the broken arm were amputated and clearly stitches had been in his forehead. Quietly, Niko got his gun out and shot a bottle from the fence.

"Nicky! Hello again!" Trevor greeted, using his free hand to move his electric wheelchair to the caravan. Now Niko understood why Ron had turned the steps of the porch into some sort of ramp. He'd known that Trevor was being released.

Trevor looked unhappy to see Johnny but held in his anger knowing that without him he wouldn't be alive.

"at least I know you won't be fucking my girl again asshole" said Johnny bitterly. Trevor held his chair arm to stop himself getting up and hitting Johnny with his already broken arm. "Don't you have a fucking job to do?" he asked. Johnny went to switch the plates on the truck with some old ones in Trevor's yard. If a cop decided to check them, they'd come up with a Jobuilt Phantom that was perfectly legal and not stolen. The plates had been produced by Niko's contacts for him, all he'd needed to do was steal the truck and make sure it was a Phantom.

Niko explained the job to Trevor over a beer.

"well then, I guess I'll be coming" stated Trevor. "No. You can't in your current state-" Niko was interrupted "You wanna leave me with idiot and stupid out there? Fuck no, I'm coming. I'll be in the truck"

Niko wasn't going to argue. Soon they were away. The 24 valve supercharged inline 6 engine of the Phantom and the raw V8 of the Phoenix could be heard from the airfield as they pulled out of Sandy Shores, heading for the great ocean highway. As they passed the plane scrapyard, a hidden cop identified the vehicles.

This cop was the main sheriff of Blaine county in his unique brown Bravado Buffalo with white markings.

"The truck's all legal but the car's reported stolen" Sheriff Benson T Law said to his future successor and son, Junior. "Are we going to get on his tail daddy?" he asked.

"damn shit we are" Benson said as he pulled on to the road, keeping his lights off and a few cars behind, wanting to stay hidden to them.

The three vehicles, two unaware of the third, turned on to the highway and started their long journey north.