Having stayed in Stab City since he and The Lost left Alderney and Liberty behind, Johnny was used to hearing odd noises. Fights sometimes broke out between people in Blaine County… they did, however, tend to keep themselves to themselves.
But the disgruntled noise from the tiny brunette next to him meant something was waking her up. And Johnny didn't want that to happen. Last time it did, Carly mistook Terry for an intruder and shot at him.
Carly sleepily lifted her head up and opened her eyes, Johnny resting his hand on her back and lightly rubbing it to get her to lie back down, which Carly did. Johnny grabbed his AP pistol, walked out of the room and carefully open the door, aiming his gun… and scaring the hell out of Jack.
"Sorry. Thought you were trying to break in." Johnny says, letting Jack in before closing and locking the door.
"And risk getting my ass blown off?" Jack asks rhetorically before seeing Carly in the doorway, her hair messy from sleeping. "Family giving you hell?" He asks.
"I don't think therapy's working with my family. It never really does." Carly says.
"Maybe it would if you and your family didn't have a therapist who is a complete dickhead. I know a therapist who can help, her name's Angie and she helped me out when I was going through hell a few years back." Jack says. "But back to why I'm here, I need to lie low." He says.
"Oh, fuck. Did one of your former business associates find you?" Carly says.
"Yeah, Jacob. Dangerous son of a bitch, spent a little too much time hanging around Ivory. I thought I killed Jacob when I torched his house after trapping him in it but after I got back to town, I found all of my apartments and safe houses burned to the ground." Jack says.
"So he's on the killing path… and you decide to hide out here and lead him straight to us?!" Johnny says, a bit angry at Jack.
"I didn't know where else to go. If I had turned up at Trevor's, he would've given me hell for trying to crash there and inadvertently putting his daughter in danger." Jack says, Carly completely waking up.
"Trevor has another daughter?!" Carly asks, which startled Jack.
"Only one I know of is Sam, she's a bit younger than you… he has another one out there?" Jack says.
"Yeah, her name's Ashley Allison Philips. She would be about 21 now, her 22nd birthday wouldn't be until next month." Carly says.
"Who knows how many kids Trevor has out there." Johnny says.
"Or if most of them are even his. I once suspected that Ashley is Brad's daughter because Brad once told me he found a DNA test from when Ashley was a newborn and that her DNA doesn't match Trevor's. Brad never got the chance to tell her though, that was a few days before the bank job and before I could tell Ashley, she flipped out, shoved me into the wall and told me to fuck off, that she never wanted anything to do with me again." Carly says.
"She could be somewhere in San Andreas… I'll call Lester when he's awake again, tell him to keep an eye out for her." Jack says, him and Carly hugging before all three decided to go back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Sam was having trouble sleeping because of what Ron was doing, which was shooting at glass bottles like he normally did. Sam got up and decided to get dressed, deciding on her favorite white sundress and a leather jacket since the desert got chilly at night.
Sam pulled her raven hair into a ponytail and put her sandals on before making sure she had her handcrafted knife and leaving, getting on her quad bike and speeding off as Closing Time by Semisonic began to play during Channel X's throwback weekend marathon.
Sam drove around in the desert, ending up near Stab City and got an idea when she saw a ramp near Johnny's caravan at The Lost MC campground as Alive by Pearl Jam began to play. Sam revved up her bike and sped off, driving up the ramp and driving off the roof, scaring the hell out of one of the people sleeping as she had heard a startled scream.
Sam was equally startled by the gunshots that followed and hit one of the tires, causing the bike to stop suddenly. Sam got off the quad and ended up seeing Carly, who was aiming a Sawn off shotgun at Sam.
"Easy, it's alright. I didn't mean to scare you." Sam says as Johnny and Jack ran outside, also armed as well as several Lost MC members who had ran out of their caravans.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Carly demands, Johnny getting Carly to lower the shotgun and switch the safety back on.
"Sam, are you fucking crazy?! You could've killed yourself by doing that!" Jack says.
"Wait, she's Trevor's kid?!" Carly asks.
"How do you know my dad?!" Sam asks.
Jack pulled Sam aside and explained it to her as the others walked into their respective caravans.
"So she's the kid he knew back in Ludendorff… I've only known that Trevor's my dad for two years and he's never explained much about his past." Sam says.
The next day, Carly was out driving on her navy and grey Double T Custom when she saw an officer hassling Jackie after booting her car. Carly got fed up, shut her bike off and walked over.
"Please, Miss, do not get-" The officer says, Carly slamming her fist into the officer's nose and left eye socket, breaking both before taking the yellow boot off of Jackie's tire and bashing it into the back of the officer's head, the officer falling to the pavement... much to Jackie's shock.
"Damn, tiny girl. I think you killed him." Jackie says, Carly glancing at the officer, who was unconscious but still breathing.
"Not the first time I've attacked an officer… but the LSPD is mostly corrupt. Hell, most of San Andreas law enforcement is… the only decent officers are Sheriff Benson and his son, Junior." Carly says. "And I figured I owed you for helping me with Trevor and what he did the other day." She says.
"He's an aggressor but so am I… and I'm protective of other women, especially with how most of the dancers at the Vanilla Unicorn get treated." Jackie says.
"Trevor's not the first guy to be aggressive towards me." Carly says, thinking back.
4 months ago…
Carly was walking around Vinewood when she decided to stop for a few minutes and rest her slightly sore legs, Carly leaning against a building like she normally did.
Bad idea… before Carly knew it, a guy in an Albany Emperor had driven by and stopped, honking the horn at her.
"Hey there, tinybabes. How about you and I have fun?" The guy says, Carly flipping him off.
"Go jack off into a sock, I'm not that kind of girl!" Carly says, the guy getting out of his car and approaching her… only this time, he had a Combat Pistol aimed at Carly.
"Come on now… it ain't gonna hurt." The guy says, Carly guessing that he was around the same age as Franklin.
Carly walked over and leaned in close, like she was going to kiss him… but instead, she rammed her knee into his crotch, knocked the pistol out of his hand and sent it flying into a crowd of people nearby, the gun going off and scaring them. Carly then spun the guy around and bashed his head against the trunk of the Emperor three times, the third blow knocking the guy out.
Carly then opened the trunk and stuffed the unconscious guy in it before slamming it shut and grabbing the keys that were dropped, locking the trunk before leaving, taking the keys with her after stuffing them in her shorts pocket.
It was idiots like the man she just stuffed into his car trunk that made Carly wonder why she lived in Los Santos sometimes.