Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge

Chapter 7 of my Grand Theft Auto story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Theft Auto or its characters.

The Trio Together Again

It had been a surprisingly mutual decision; something that happened when all three men called each other at the same time, trying to make arrangements.

After some chaotic issues trying to get through to one another, they soon were successful and even laughed when they discovered what was initially thought to be a clash of plans, turned out to be mutual plans that just happened to be made at the same time.

So it was that Franklin Clinton, Michael De Santa and Trevor Philips all ended up meeting, as arranged, outside one of the more upper class bars in Los Santos; ready to spend time together and hang out, just having a good time.

"Finally, we're all here." Trevor exclaimed once the other two joined him.

Michael nodded. "Alright, let's get inside, get a drink already."

Smiling Franklin agreed. "I hear that."

Entering the bar they made their way through the small crowd already inside and soon they had ordered their drinks and sat down. It was a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere for the three of them. For once even Trevor and his desire for action felt calm and cheerful. All in all the trio knew they had certainly earned this moment of relaxation together after everything they had been put through.

All three were of the same mind when they considered how different things were now compared to before.

Raising his glass Trevor spoke. "Well, here's to our new success and to finally taking care of the shit heads in our lives."

The other two laughed as all three drank and Michael then spoke up.

"You said it T; god it's good to just hang out with you guys again; just like the old days...almost." He paused. "I mean this time there's no tension of having to look over our shoulders or what."

Shaking his head Franklin added. "Yeah, will all that, I don't think this is as good as the previous times. It's better."

"Hit the nail on the head kid, hit the nail on the head." Trevor agreed.

The trio certainly were glad to be together again, only this time to have some guy time together, without any FIB, or Merryweather or even any police issues. There certainly didn't seem to be any problems for them this time and they were content to keep things that way.

Getting more drinks in whenever necessary; they soon fell into sharing stories about any random subject they knew that came up. But said peace was not destined to last; for they were unaware of the shadowy stranger watching them.

Also, despite his reassurances, Michael was still somewhat confused by the phone call he had received a few nights ago.

Still talking and laughing, having enjoyed their time and drinks, drunk but certainly not over the top, the trio left the bar. It was then it happened; just before he could say farewell to the others, Michael's phone rang. Picking it up he answered it.

"Hello?"

The others watched confused as Michael froze. He strained to listen but still, nobody spoke, once again, the call was silent except for the barely perceptible breathing of whoever was on the other end.

"Who the fuck is this, this isn't-" He was cut off by the call ending.

He shook his head and was about to turn to the others and explain when something else made him tense, eyes going wide. He just saw the time on his phone.

It was 3:33 AM.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.