I'm so sorry for the delay, but my laptop charger decided to to quit. At least it can't claim unemployment. That was a political jo... Oh, whatever.

The journey to North Yankton was long to say the least. The flight had taken several hours and it was dark when the group arrived. Michael, Franklin, and Lester were still awake chatting about their options. Lester had, in his computer-like mind, planned the journey and had been doing so since he moved to L.S. Granted; he did not plan on ever being in contact with Michael or the psychopath. He certainly never thought he would meet Franklin. Now, that he was in the situation, he was thankful that of all people he had these three. Presently, Michael, Franklin and he were sitting towards the front of the plane, while Trevor piloted and the others slept. The door to the cockpit was closed, locked in fact, and strange grunting and slapping noises were coming from the cockpit.

"So, Lest," Michael awoke him from his reverie, "What are we gonna do when we get to Yankton. You know that T and I can't go outside. We don't need to be recognized by anyone who hasn't seen us in a decade."

"Yeah," Franklin added. "I know we won't be here permanently, but is the stopover brief or will I be going into town for supplies.

Lester spoke haltingly, "Yes… I don't know how you knew that, but yes Frank. When we land steal a car. Drive into the town and go to the general store. Before you ask, yes it's open at this hour Pick up some supplies. Water, granola bars, batteries, and flashlights, stuff like that.

"A'ight. I can do that." Franklin said.

Michael, suddenly, got the nearly insatiable urge to laugh hysterically. He suppressed it.

The moaning from the cockpit intensified and stopped abruptly. Muffled by the door, came one utterance, "mother." The three men looked at the door. Michael disgusted. Franklin mortified. Lester indifferent. And on the other side of the door, Trevor elated. Ron stirred from his sleep and looked at the three men for confirmation of the sound that woke him. He looked at Michael's face and received that confirmation. The nervous man cringed. He went back to sleep shortly thereafter.

It was cool, as it was one o'clock in the morning. It was still summer, but being this far north meant that the days were warm and pleasant, not torrid. The single runway of the airport was illuminated with a line of yellowish lights. No one was sitting at the Control Tower, as Lester had predicted. The town only saw two to three planes landing a month. Trevor landed the plane and taxied it to a hangar. Well, it was the only hangar there, but it had a passenger jet in it. Trevor turned off the jet and Franklin disembarked immediately. He was wearing black jeans and a dark blue long-sleeve button-up shirt. Franklin was determined to go to the 24 hour shop and get his goods quickly. He wanted to spend as little time in the middle of nowhere as possible.

He looked around wondering how he would get around. He certainly would walk into town by himself. Hell, he'd been born and raised in L.S. the capital of cars. He grew up in a hot city with the worst public transportation in the country. Owning, or being in possession of a vehicle was required and thus became second nature. It wasn't until he got into his twenties, that he started to care about what the cars he drove looked like. When he was in his teens, committing grand theft auto, all he cared about was if the car had wheels, a radio, and air conditioning.

Franklin walked to the parking lot adjacent to the airport. There were three cars in the lot. He chose a black sedan as to not draw any attention. He drove towards the lights in the town. He figured that the store will be towards the center of the town. He was right. He parked outside. F went to the ATM and took out about $2,000. He walked in and was given a strange look by cashier. Ignoring the investigatory gaze, Franklin stocked himself with all he deemed most necessary. He walked to the register to pay for his goods. He took a few seconds to examine the cashier. The cashier was an old white man, who looked like he could drop dead any second. His name tag said Herbert Moon. Frank made eye contact with him.

"Are you travelling through?"

"Yes, I am, on my way to," Franklin had to think quickly, "Armadillo."

"Well you know that we don't get too many colored folk around here. You had best pay for these supplies and git. I don't like blacks, never did. I really think that you're an invention from the British Jewish homosexual elite.

"What the fuck?"

What people don't realize is that real 'muricans like me won't fall for the lies. I came from Armadillo so I know you better het your supplies and git."

"Well that's all I want to do."

Franklin put the money and the counter and walked out muttering, "Racist, old fool."

The drive back to the airport was done in silence. He drove at a reasonable speed on the road called Airport approach road.

He mumbled, "How fuckin' original."

F did not think too much of the old man as he drove back to the airport. He noticed that the road actually looked somewhat new. He noticed that he was literally breathing more easily.

When Franklin got back to the airport, the second plane was loaded with all the passengers and their effects. He ditched the stolen car and planted a sticky bomb on it. Franklin marched his way to the airport with his supplies and put them in the new plane. The passengers were all awake having been riled to move. For the most part the passengers were silent. Wade and Ron were the exceptions. Wade was asking Ron about ice cream. Ron, in his nervousness was fidgeting and speaking into a tape recorder. All the black man could do was scoff at the display. Michael and Trevor saw the look on his face upon his re-entry. They mistook the rolling of his eyes from the various activities of the perfect strangers.

"What's wrong Frank?" Mike asked.

"Nothing, but I just ran into some racist old fool at the convenience store." Frank said, frowning. It wasn't a sad frown as much as it was trying to conceal anger.

"Don't tell me Herbert Moon is still alive. I bet he told you about the 'British Jewish Homosexual elite' didn't he? He was always a real crazy fucker. Herbert Moon," Michael said, instsantly suspecting the man from Armadillo.

"Yes that's exactly what his fucking nametag said."

Michael was gob smacked. "That man was old when my mom was a kid. We used to wonder how he wasn't dead. He's a living relic, kid, don't worry about him."

"I ain't. I set a little charge for him at the back of his store. When we take off he'll see that." Franklin had a mischievous grin on his face.

The other men could only smile at that thought. Lester was glad. He met Moon. It was permissible in his mind if he were to die.

When they got to altitude in the second plane, Franklin made a call to the contact 'Detonate' on his phone. The car blew up and the store blew up. Herbert Moon, however, had decided to take a walk twenty minutes before the explosion. He was uninjured. When he heard the explosions he went into a fit of senility. He shouted in the street. "Hopefully that Marston sees one of those British homosexuals. He'll see the truth." When he had finished he was in to middle of the only lit street in town, Main Street. He was on the yellow lines in the road. A group of teenagers that had just exited the cinema were staring. Mr. Moon moved on.

As the plane neared Liberty City the horizon began to lighten. Trevor was nervous of how they would land. Francis International was probably the most secure airport in the world. Trevor was about to call for Lester as Lester entered the cockpit. Lester had changed clothes and had donned a determined look on his face. He sat in the co-pilot's seat. He was stern with Trevor.

"Level out this plane. We're about to fly over Alderney." He said this with a new sort of austerity. He got on the radio. "Good day, good, good day, can Francis LC hear me?"

"Good day. We hear you, we hear you."

"We are Iago Air 912 coming in for landing may we approach."

"Approach cleared. Come on down."

"Thank you coming down. Taxiing down to the Crest hangar. ETA is 15."

"All cleared"

Lester switched the radio off. Trevor found new respect for L. He realized he had been a bully throughout their whole professional relationship. It was time to make amends. He wasn't good at apologizing. He wasn't going to say it outright. He would have to work towards being more appreciative to Lester. He'd have to work to be more decent to everybody. That included Wade too he guessed. He promised that he would stop treating Wade as a pet, and start to treat him as an equal. Well, maybe a son. Let's not get carried away just yet.

"Lester that was very good. Thank you." He said that with sincerity.

Lester did not respond. He was unsure if that was truthful or not.

When they landed and taxied to the furthest hangar from the radar at the airport. It was empty. When they entered it, they shut the doors behind them. They all disembarked. Now Franklin, Michael, Amanda, Trevor, Wade, Lester, Ron, Chef, Lester, Tracey, and Jimmy were all in a strange city. They didn't know much about it either. The only thing they knew, was that it had boroughs, the Rotterdam Tower was in Algonquin and that the new Global Commerce Center or as some called it the Liberty Tower was almost complete. Lady Happiness was on an island in the middle of the water somewhere too. Wade asked a rather astute question. "Where are we going to go now?"