Hey guys! Sorry about the wait again. I just moved into a new apartment. I'm also still going to school and working a lot. So forgive me if I'm not updating as fast as other authors are. Anyway, here's the next update. I own absolutely nothing. All Rockstar. Lets get started!
Franklin was leaning against his new Coquette. It was a nice addition to his garage next to his beloved Buffalo. Everyone has been telling him that he needs a faster car that can keep up with is driving ability. Whether he wanted to admit or not, he's one of the best drivers on the West Coast. Friends compare his driving to the leader of the old Grove St. Family before he went missing and the Ballas moved in and took it over. "Fuck was his name again?" He said to himself before his thoughts were cut off by Michael pulling into the empty Parking Lot with a shiny Obey 9F. "Heh, not bad." Franklin said as Michael climbed out of his car.
"What? This old thing?" Michael walked over to Franklin and fist bumped him. "I've had this since before I met you. I see you've upgraded though."
"Just a lil somethin'."
"It fits you better if you ask me." Just then, a red Bodhi pulled into the vacant lot. "And it seems nothing changes with that guy." Franklin just laughed.
"Ooooh! Shiny!" Trevor jumped out of his truck looking as strange as usual. Nothing has changed; blue jeans, white tee shirt, work boots, and rusty truck.
"You could have at least bought a new truck." Franklin said with a sigh.
"I love my truck! It has character!"
"Thirty Million Dollars and you can't even manage to wear one unstained tee shirt." Michael said shaking his head.
"What? You don't like my shirt?"
"No."
"Good! I'll wear it again for you!" Trevor answered with a smile. Just as Michael was going to retort, an all black Buffalo pulled into the lot and parked in a spot near the trio. "Hey," he sniffed the air as Dave Norton stepped out of the car. "do you guys smell bacon?"
"Hello, Trevor." David said with a loud sigh. Franklin and Michael joined Trevor's side by his truck as Dave walked to the truck bed. "Listen, I know I told you I would no longer contact you, but i feel as though you need to know what may be coming."
"Well what is it?"
"Do you remember this man, Michael?" Dave handed him a picture of the U.L. Paper Contact.
"Him?" Michael thought for a second before it finally came to him. "He was one of the agents from the IAA when we were ambushed and-"
"And I came and saved your sorry ass." Trevor interrupted.
"And T came and saved my ass."
"You still owe me, sweet cheeks."
"Anyway," Dave interrupted. "He survived. One of our inside guys handed me a folder with all three of your profiles."
"Why do you have an inside guy at another government facility?" Michael asked.
"Do you trust the FIB or IAA?"
"Nope." All trio said.
"Exactly."
"The hell they have our profiles for?" Franklin asked.
"Well, the agent i sent it says that the IAA have determined that you three are too dangerous to be left alone." Dave paused. "Especially you, Trevor."
"I'm honored."
"Wait, but I thought we was home free?" Franklin argued.
"What the hell would the IAA want with us anyway? Don't they deal with Terrorists?" Michael asked.
"They deal with threats to National Security." Dave answered.
"And?" Franklin asked.
"And since you three managed to break into two highly secured government facilities and the Union Depository, you have all been deemed threats to the National Security." Dave explained.
"Huh... Well since you put it that way." Trevor added.
"So why aren't the FIB or Merryweather kicking down our doors?" Michael asked.
"Because I kept my work." Dave took the profiles back from the three. "I helped keep suspicions of the assassinations off of you three and I destroyed any evidence connecting you back to the Union Depository heist."
"Well shit," Trevor put his arm around the FIB agent. "It's a good thing Mikey convinced me not to kill ya!" Dave pushed Trevor's arm off of his shoulders slowly.
"So why you gather us here, man?" Franklin asked.
"Well, to make it simple, I'm warning you three to be careful. They have no real evidence that you guys did any of those things, but that doesn't mean they don't know it was you guys." Dave explain.
"So what's the problem?" Michael asked.
"The problem is that they know it was you three. I'm guessing the IAA will send a hired gun since they can't legally send a government official."
"An assassin?" Franklin asked.
"More like a hitman." Trevor spoke up.
"Hitmen." Dave corrected
"They're sending more than just one person after us?" Michael asked.
"Probably." The rest of the conversation was pretty uninformative considering the fact that Dave didn't know any more real details. The FIB agent decided to end their meeting after a while. "DO NOT contact me unless it's an absolute emergency. Period. Otherwise, I will contact one of you." He made his way to his car.
"Wait wait wait." Trevor leaned off his truck. "Why exactly are you helping us? If we're so-called public enemy numbers one, two, and three, shouldn't you be trying to arrest us or something? Get a big fancy meddle with a lovely ceremony full of asshole officials, bullshit smiles, horribly dressed people, and cheap champagne?"
"Well as much as I'd love that, Trevor, there's no longer any evidence that you guys have gotten so much as a traffic violation in the past 2 years. Plus, I feel like I owe you three for taking care of Steve Haines..." He sat in his car. "Guess I really am corrupt, huh?" Dave closed the car door and pulled out of the parking lot. Michael, Franklin, and Trevor stood silently for a couple seconds after he left.
"Well," Trevor broke the silence. "That was informative."
"So now what?" Franklin began. "We got government hired assassins-"
"Hitmen." Trevor interrupted.
"Whatever! We got mothafuckas comin' after us. So what the fuck now?"
"Relax, kid. We just try and stay low until Davey gives us more information."
"Exactly. Anyway, wanna come back to my club with me? I hired a new dancer and I'm trying to see if she's worth room and board." Trevor climbed into his truck.
"Nah T. Lamar texted me when we was talking. Told me he wanted to meet him and some new friends for something or another. But maybe we'll drop by there or something." Franklin climbed into his own car.
"Listen you two. Try and stay low." Michael looked over at Trevor. "T?"
"Yes dear?"
"Stay. Low."
"Alright alright! I can stay low, don't worry!" Trevor started his truck and left. Michael walked over to Franklin's car.
"I hate to ask, but can you keep an eye on him. He seems to listen and respect you more than me... and most people. In the mean time, I'm going to talk to Lester and see what he can tell me about all of this."
"A'ight man. I gotchu." Franklin fist bumped his mentor, started his car, and sped out of the parking lot.
Another chapter down! Woohoo! I know there was no action but this chapter was needed. I think it explains for the most part why the IAA is coming after them and why the U.L. Paper Contact knows that Michael, Trevor, and Franklin were behind everything that happened. Anyway, please review! Message me if you have any ideas! I may be able to throw them in the story if I like it!