"Fuck, I don't like this. I guess I'll go with option two," Franklin said annoyed with his forced decision. "So how exactly are we gonna do this?"

"Well, Frank this is not gonna be fun. You three along with Chef and Ron shall go to the end of the Paleto Pier, and find a Merryweather UJ-443. It's basically a yacht that can top 150 knots."

Michael whistled and said, "Shit. That's like 170 miles per hour. We need to go that fast?"

"Those Merryweather scum have enough room on that boat to accommodate all of Paleto Bay and then some. But we've already established that they are assholes," Lester continued, "And, not so fast, Mike. First things first you three have got to take out all the Merryweather on the boat. Then, I, have to get on the boat and disable the tracking system. Hold off any Merryweather while I do my job. Ron, Wade and Mike's family will be in Amanda's car waiting for the signal over the headset.

"Why, not my car?" Mike asked.

"Merryweather would make your car in a second." Trevor replied.

"Right… anyway." Lester exhaled as he spoke. "Ron, he will not be involved and he'll keep calm. When I'm done, and Merryweather's done, we'll take off. A tsunami in open water is just a ripple. So we get started when those helicopters get here. We're gonna hitch Amanda's car to the second bird. All four of us will go in the first bird. Everybody else is on the second one.

BREAK

After the flight to Paleto Bay, Mike, Frank, Trev, Chef, and Lest got on the first chopper.

The second helicopter with Amanda's car winched on flew and landed ten miles away from the town. Ron got into the driver's seat. Amanda rode, mush to her dismay, shotgun. Wade sat in between the De Santa kids. Jimmy's roundness made it a tight squeeze. Ron started the car. He was driving in the opposite direction of most of the traffic. The poor folks in their cars just wanted to higher ground. Some went up Mount Chiliad. The Altruist Cult had a field day He drove the speed limit to avoid suspicion. The avoidance didn't work. A highway patrolman stopped them. He hopped off of his motorcycle and approached the car. Nervous Ron got nervous.

"Calm down, Ron, I can handle this," Amanda stated matter-of-factly. The patrolman walked up , the top of the convertible was already down

"Do you know why I stopped you sir?"

"No. I don't. I was under the limit."

"This is true, but the governor has ordered an evacuation of north Blaine County. So you've got to turn round."

Ron gulped. Amanda interjected, "My mother is in Paleto. I swear, if you don't let my husband and I pass, I'll rip your heart out. Let us through, Governor Murray doesn't have to know about this. Sue wouldn't find out."

"No ma'am. I'm afraid, I can't." The officer was flustered to say the least.

"Please let us pass." Ron said

"Wait a second," started the officer. He squinted really hard. He looked at Ron. The gears were turning in his head. Ron had sunken into his seat. Amanda squinted at the officer with equal distrustfulness. The officer face relaxed. "Are you Ron Jakowski from the radio?"

Ron nodded in the affirmative.

The cop was star struck. "I'll escort you to the bay if you want if I can take a selfie with you."

Ron was surprised. "I'll do the selfie, but the escort isn't necessary, really."

"Thanks Mr. Ron, keep seeking the truth."

They took the selfie. Ron got back into the car and drove, quite relieved, to the spot where they agreed to wait for the others to give the go-ahead, the parking lot of the Baptist Church in town. It was a wonder the nervous, nervous man did not evacuate his bowels during the police encounter.

A few blocks away, the expert killers had already dispatched the first group of Merryweather. Chef really did the most damage, as he killed over a dozen militiamen of his own steam. Trevor made a mental note to congratulate him later. Lester had boarded the boat to disable the pinger. The boat was a beauty at three stories tall. It would almost appear as a private vessel. Almost, it had a few too many loaded guns to be an ordinary person's property. The yacht was noisome. The terrible smell of gun powder, blood, sweat, and death filled the air. Thankfully, all of the blood was located on the deck. They could power-wash that away in a minute. His back was turned to where all the action would originate. He was hacking as the second wave of attackers came into view. Franklin knew the sound. Buzzards, and a lot of them, were on the way. He looked to his right, and he and Trevor exchanged knowing glances. Trevor, used his favorite weapon, the RPG. Franklin retrieved his AK-47.

Five attack helicopters approached in a V-formation. They were intimidating indeed. Ron's party saw the force. Ron gulped. Amanda sighed. Wade cooed in awe. Jimmy dropped an expletive that rhymed luck. Tracey panicked. "Those aren't going to go for daddy, are they?" Amanda sighed again.

Lester was still destroying the pinger. Michael was watching the man's back. He was armed with a sniper. As the V got closer, took aim at the pilot of the helicopter in the center and most outward. Boom! Direct hit. The helicopter spun out, taking out the firehouse of the town. Hell the town was about to be submerged in seventy feet of water anyway. Trevor sent a grenade, to the heli most to his right. It did not make contact with either. It exploded in between them, and both pilot, moving evasively, crash into each other.

Quoth Franklin, "I guess it's my turn." He shot at the pilot. He only expended a clip with both helicopters.

"I'm done," Lester shouted, "Get the others here right now!"

Trevor spoke into his earpiece. " Ron, get everyone over here."

There was not response. For once in his life, Trevor was scared. He knew that he treated Ron like garbage, but he needed that garbage. Ron wasn't there to kill time anymore. Ron was the closest thing Trevor had to a brother. He would never admit such a ghastly thing, but it was the truth. Trevor needed a brother. With a terrible mother like his and his only blood brother dead, Trevor needed a brother. And Wade. Trevor needed Wade. Wade wasn't just Trevor's toy anymore. Wade was like a five year old adopted son he cared for. Trevor knew such an analogy would make him a pedophile, but Wade was now a part of the family.

"Ron, answer me!" He was almost screaming.

Michael stepped forward in a huff. "You had better hope that son of a bitch didn't get my wife or my fucking kids killed, asshole."

"Their fine. You've put them in more danger than this sugartits!"

The screeching of tires could be heard as a red convertible appeared out of the distance. Trevor and Mike breathed a collective sigh of relief as all five passengers appeared safe and sound. They quintet all sprinted to the boat. Fortunately Franklin had washed the deck while M and T were shouting at one another. They all boarded. Michael took the helm and the yacht was soon at 125 knots.

Amanda came to speak to Michael after the skirmish.

"Michael, I've been thinking."

"Yeah."

"I didn't see you during any of the big robberies. When Ron said you spent some time hiding out in the desert with Trevor, I got suspicious."

"I guess it's time I showed you," he said exhaling sharply. He pulled out his phone. When he opened up his Maze Bank Statement, her jaw dropped. He smirked as he steered the boat towards the land appearing due east.