Michael's House- 2:00pm

Michael was sitting by his pool side with an ice cold Pisswasser in his hand. The cold brew was a nice contrast to the hot Los Santos sun beating down on his bare skin. He had darkly tinted sunglasses on even though his eyes were closed for the most part in deep thought. He was thinking how much he'd rather be inside rewatching one of his favorite movies from his vast movie collection. Michael would often be watching movies during his days of retirement before he was forcefully thrown right back onto "the field." Now that he's back in retirement, he thought he'd be able to get back into what he normally did, but at the moment, his lovely children were arguing so loudly all morning that he wouldn't even be able to enjoy it. So what does the father of two spoiled rotten kids do? He completely gives up and goes outside to his pool side with an ice cold beer to think about how peaceful his life is at the moment.

Just as he was finally accept the way his evening was going to play out, he heard his cell phone go off. "Ugh, great..." He groaned. Michael really wanted to let it just play out so he can get back to his busy schedule of doing nothing at all, but after the fourth ring, he gave in and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. DeSanta?" The manager of a bar that Michael owned seemed to know exactly when he was relaxing.

"Yeah, Brien?" Michael said through a sigh.

"Uh, sorry to bother you, but we've got some biker trouble here and they won't leave. You said to call you before we call the cops so you can take care of it." Brien said.

"Yeah." This is usually the part where Michael jumps into action and speeds over to the bar to "take care" of the problem, but from the way he was feeling, there is no way he could just leave his lawn chair for something so petty. "Listen Brien, I'm going to send someone over. Do not open the doors for anyone until you get a text saying that it's all clear, got it?"

"Got it, Mr. DeSanta. Thank you." The phone cut off and Michael immedialtely dialed Lester's phone number.

"Hey, Lester!"

"Hello Michael." The genius answered. "Who do you want me to send?" The fact that Lester knew what was going on, doesn't even surprise him anymore. To be honest, he'd probably be more surprised if he didn't know what was happening. Lester must have eyes everywhere and Michael was totally fine with that, considering the mad genius was on his side.

"If you can send that guy from Liberty City? The Irish guy. He did the Jewelry one with us. Goddamnit, I can't remember his name."

"Patrick McReary?"

"Patrick! Send Patrick over there. Pay him beforehand."

"Will do. I'll send you a text when he's done." Lester was about to hang up but suddenly remembered something. "Oh, you're going to be getting a call pretty soon from an old friend of yours."

"Old friend?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, I'm not sure what kind of call it's going to be, but I'll be in touch. Good Bye, Michael." The call disconnected and Michael was left staring at his phone wondering who he was talking about.

In The Air- 2:45

Niko was awakened by a gentle touch on his shoulder. His eyes snapped open immediately scaring the flight attendant in the process. "Oh, um, I'm sorry to wake you, sir, but we will be landing shortly." The blonde hair, blue eyed woman looked over at the passenger next to him and then back at Niko. "I just need you two gentlemen to fasten your seat belts."

"Right." He yawned and stretched his arms up. "Thank you." The attendant nodded and proceeded to make her way down the isle looking for other sleeping passengers to awaken. Niko looked to his left at his Jamaican friend. "Jacob." He said. No response. "Hey, Jacob." He nudged his shoulder this time. The dread's eyes quite slowly but that's too be expected since he smoked quite a bit before they got on the plane. How he got past all the security is beyond Niko. "Put your seatbelt on." He said as he began to fasten his own. "We will be landing soon." Jacob nodded slowly and fastened his seat belt without saying a word. Niko leaned back in his chair without saying a word, he knew better than to talk to Jacob when he's recently woken up. His mood is usually not... as easy going as it usually is.

About fifteen minutes have passed and the plane just landed safely. There was a brief applause and the captain spoke over the intercom. "Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking." Niko cringed when he heard him begin to speak. Could this sound any more rehearsed? "We have officially landed at the Los Santos International Airport. Thank you for flying with American Airlines, hope your flight was nice, and I hope you all have a fun and safe visit." The intercom cut off and the two men immediately unbuckled themselves before making their way out of the plane and eventually the bag pick up area.

"Aye, Niko." Jacob finally broke the silence while he was grabbing his bag.

"Yeah?" Niko responded still looking for his bag.

"Where we ah go afta dis?"

"I'm not sure, Jacob." He finally spotted his bag and grabbed it. "That Rep gave me keys to the apartment and to a car that we can freely use." The two men made their way through the rest of the airport and out to the parking lot. "So we're looking for a black Buffalo."

Michael's House- 3:30

Michael finally got a chance to sit on his couch. His kids already finished arguing and left the house to do their own thing, his wife was out shopping with all the money that he busted his ass for, so that left him all alone in the house with his sacred movies ready to be watched. The movie he was going to watch was already in the dvd player. Just as he was going to press play, his phone went off. "What now?" He said looking at the phone. "Unknown number? Hm..." He pressed talk. "Hello?"

"Michael?" The voice responded. He knew who it was almost instantly and sat up in his chair.

"Davey!" He said sounding some what excited.

"Listen, there is something I have to talk to you about." Dave Norton said. Michael felt a little panic.

"Wait, let me explain myself." He began. "Now, I'll admit that things got a little outta hand at the unicorn the other night and Frank kept buying us drinks."

"Uh, no, it's-" Dave tried to interupt.

"And Trevor got drunk and w know how that goes-"

"No, its not about-"

"And those thugs were really asking for it! I mean, they drew on us first!"

"Michael, shut up!" Dave never has to raise his voice for anyone except for when it comes to the trouble trio. "Thank you. Now, I called you to tell you that I need to talk to you and your friends. Meet me at the address that I'm going to text to you."

"Wait, what's going on, Davey?"

"Just make sure you guys show up." Dave hung up the phone leaving Michael confused. But it seemed rather important so he sighed and dialed Franklin's number.

"Hey Frank. Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you to meet me and T somewhere."

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