"Fuck, I don't like this. I guess I'll go with option three." Franklin always hated being placed into a corner. Frankly, he was glad that he even had the choice. He was acutely aware that Chamberlain Hills would be gone. He was also glad Lamar took Chop to Liberty with him. That was one less hassle to deal with. What he was not elated about was the fact that Trevor could ruin all sorts of shit for him. Mike's family was a nuisance, but he had to deal with Lamar's shit constantly. He could manage.

Trevor spoke, "Now, you just said that, you have a generator that runs on water. How the-"

Lester cleared his throat. "Well, I'll tell you, remember that thing I had you put back into the water, a while ago? That is what that thing did. I 'found' the blueprints and built it in miniature. It'll be enough to power this house. Since we're in a nice ZIP code, the rescuers will be here to help us soon after the wave comes. We have enough time for us to take showers before the wave comes. Now I'm going to connect this thing to our grid."

It was agreed among all the guests that Trevor would shower last. Amanda went first. She let the warm jet wash over her body. She was scared. She thought to herself, "What the hell did I do in a past life to deserve this shit? I mean, this man has almost gotten himself and me, and our kids killed. Now I'm taking a shower in a stranger's house. God knows what they're gonna do to get us away from this place." She was out in fifteen minutes. Over the next four hours everybody showered for ten to fifteen minutes. Trevor went last and forced Ron to go in with him. He opted for a bubble bath. Michael, Amanda, Jimmy, Tracey, Franklin, Chef, Lester, and Wade were silent, as the sound of Trevor singing the alphabet reverberated through the house in the hills.

Ron had, more times that he would care to admit, seen Trevor in various stages of dress. This was new a new low. He was forced to watch Trevor play in a half filled tub with a rubber ducky. He was glad, at least, that Wade didn't have to witness this. Then, a Canadian accent broke his concentration.

"Ron, come and help me with my back."

After Trevor's serenade was over, the man with the meth empire stepped out from the bathroom. He walked past Franklin's bedroom; the door was closed, locked. He ascended the stairs and joined the rest of the group. Lester was on his laptop. Franklin, Jimmy, Tracey, and Wade were watching the news on the television. Chef was looking towards downtown, waiting for destruction. Michael and Amanda were nowhere to be found. T, of course, asked the most obvious question.

"Where, the fuck is pork chop."

"I don't know where they at, and don't you go lookin' neither," Franklin ordered.

"Fuck that." Trevor went yelling. "Mikey, Mikey, come out, come out wherever you are." He went walking downstairs. " Come out you fat snake." He walked to Franklin's bedroom door. "Don't tell me you're getting lucky in there Michael."

Franklin didn't say it, but he hoped that the couple hadn't done anything either. He knew that within hours he would be on his way to a different place. Still, he hoped that his bed hadn't been defiled.

The door clicked as it unlocked. The door creaked as Michael opened it slowly. He was prolonging the process as if he had something to hide. The door was still opening as Franklin started to blush. He would be embarrassed if his teddy bear, Mr. Butterfield had been found. The door finally opened to reveal a fully clothed Michael and Amanda. Amanda was sitting on the bed. Franklin walked in swiftly, not giving M a chance to explain. He was relieved the sheets were not disturbing and the smell of lust was absent (and Mr. Butterfield was safe and sound).

"Kid, we were just talking." Michael said.

"We didn't do anything, trust me," Amanda stated airily.

"The only thing we did was talk." Michael turned red as he said that.

Trevor, being Trevor, seized on the opportunity. "But you were talking about sexy times."

"No, T, we were not," Michael went from rosy, to fire truck red. "Amanda,"she scowled as he mentioned her name, "Amanda, while I was in the shower, looked at my phone to because hers died. She opened my Maze account and saw the large balance."

"Now I know what the three of you have been up to. Vangelico, Union Depository, everything." Amanda was smug.

All four of the people in that room went back upstairs The news said that the wave would be arriving imminently. Franklin suggested going up to the roof to set up the 'rescue' beacons. Only the three protagonists ascended to the roof. The beacon was set up and the men were awaiting the wave to hit the city. Franklin took his phone out of his pocket. It was 16:14. The sun was already behind the hills so there was no glare. The city was silent. The smog had actually cleared. The vista was ironically beautiful. Then the first wave appeared and L.S. tuned into a floodplain again. The Maze Bank tower started to lean as the wave pummeled it. It was pretty obvious that L.S. was going to lose a large amount of its population. They didn't have time to think about that. They were going to get away from here and be safe wherever Lester planned for them to go. Hopefully they wouldn't die in the attempt to save themselves. They continued to watch as smoke started to rise from down town. Some of the tops of skyscrapers were on fire as their basements filled with water. The sprinklers didn't work so the buildings will just have to burn.

As Lester, had portended, the rescue helicopter had arrived within an hour. It landed on Whispymound Drive, very gracefully for an inclined road. The heli could hold twenty, more than enough for the group. Three armed men, including the pilot stepped out of the chopper. The three men still on the roof had their snipers ready. They took the rescuers out immediately. Lester was inside disconnecting his generator, and the lights went out immediately.

"Go, go, go!" Michael shouted as his family ant the others entered the chopper. The three snipers descended the ladder. Lester got his supplies, boxed them, and got into the chopper last. Trevor took the controls of the heli and switched off the pinger. A voice crackled over the radio.

"Rescue, Rescue Chopper twenty! We've lost your signal, respond."

"This is twenty," Trevor replied. "We're returning to base over. Transponder is working. Twenty souls on board."

"Roger that."

Trevor flew to Zancudo. The Lago Zancudo had overflowed its banks. The water had reached the steep sides. The water was flowing in the opposite direction of how it usually flows. It was strangely beautiful. The fort itself was completely dry. The long runway was filled with small airplanes. Trevor spotted the one the plane he wanted and landed the chopper right next to it. The whole party descended from the heli. They ran to the plane before the army even noticed.

They were off before anything could be done. The army had it on radar until Trevor disabled the transponder. They were on the way to the mainland.