Causing Some Ruckus
2:30 PM, Hawick Avenue, Hawick
(A month later…)
Austin, Miles, Francisco and Samuel were driving down Hawick Avenue to get some new clothing from Sub Urban since they heard about some new clothing that was in various brands such as Binco's and Poisonby's. As they were driving in Austin's white Buffalo Bravado, they were having a discussion in the car as the song, "Wet Blanket" by Metz was playing on Vinewood Boulevard Radio.
"So what clothing y'all gonna get?" Francisco asked.
"Me? I'm hoping to get some new cargo pants and some polo shirts." Austin answered.
Sitting behind Austin at the front wheel, Samuel made a scoff at Austin's answer. "Let me guess… clothing that reads 'Nine to Five, tech support at LifeInvader and lives under the basement of my parents?'"
Austin took the time to flip him off in response. "Very funny, Sam. I'd say the same goes for you as well, Mr. 'Former Top 10 Alaskan Snowboarder who could've gone pro.' Get out of here, I see you fuckin' wearing baggy, cargo pants around like its early 2000's all over again. Probably trying to look like a middle-aged Nu-metal fan who is stuck in a time warp. Matter of fact, get yourself some dreadlocks and colored contacts to make yourself sound edgy and hardcore."
"Damn, the two of you argue like a young couple in their mid-20's still arguing about some petty shit. Calm your tits and balls down already. Look, Sam. Let him wear what he wants, man. That sounded pretty petty right there. And Austin, he was trying to be funny, but no need to get that offensive." Miles added.
"I was making a joke at the time, but I didn't consider the fact it would be that bad. Sorry, Austin. But why make mockery of my snowboarding shit? That's not cool, dude." Samuel added as he apologized.
"It's alright, dude. I should've known you were trying to make a joke and I got offended as fuck. It was at the heat of the moment though." Austin added.
"Now kiss and make up like every teen couple does when they fight." Miles humorously stated. They both responded to him by saying the words, "Fuck off, mate."
Austin suddenly switched the radio dial over to Channel X as the song, "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys was playing while as they parked in front of the Sub Urban store.
"Finally, Sub Urban. The one place where us Millennials hang around by smoking marijuana, tobacco or having mindless conversations while being on our phones." Austin said as they got out of his car.
Francisco laughed. "Has anyone told you that you sometimes say cynical stuff that's sounds pretty old, even for a guy like you who's twenty-one years of age?" Austin responded he and the others walked into the store. "Yeah. That's what happens when you're surrounded by bigoted assholes your entire life. I just say shit like that because I find it funny and depressing in a personal manner." Francisco raised his hands, "Hey, more power to you, hombre."
A blonde clerk with green eyes in her early-20's wearing a black scarf around her neck, a brown leather jacket, black and white shirt with stripes and fitted blue jeans greeted them with a wave. "Welcome to Sub Urban, feel free to look around the store for anything that suits you."
"Will do." Samuel replied back to the clerk with a wink.
Samuel found a pair of black jeans and a grey button-up shirt with rolled sleeves which in his eyes, suited his physique well. Francisco found a blue track jacket with vertical orange stripes to both sides; a yellow and black plaid shirt with a white, long-sleeve shirt underneath; brown jeans, along with grey and yellow running shoes. Miles bought himself a pair of slate shoes and a Harsh Souls T-Shirt in red and black, while Austin got himself a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black polo shirt.
Once they were done, all of them walked up to the cash register where the clerk was and paid for their clothing.
Just as they were walking out back to Austin's car, Francisco heard a musical sound coming out of his iFruit phone. He identified it as Trevor Phillips, the man Ortega has a partnership with. Thanks to Thomas's connection to Trevor, he was able to meet Phillips a few days after Thomas had met Ortega. When he first met him in person, he found himself a bit disturbed by his behavior due to Trevor's lifestyle. But overall, found Trevor to be a serious dealer when it came to guns and drugs.
As they entered the car, Francisco informed the others. "Hey, amigos. Can y'all keep it down for a while? Trevor's calling my cell for something."
Miles responded. "Can you put it on speaker, then? Must be another job he wants us to do."
In response, Francisco answered Trevor's call as he heard the gruff, gritty voice of Trevor Phillips.
"Ahh, if it isn't my dear merc, Francisco. How's it going these days?" Trevor said over the phone convo.
Francisco sighed. "Well, I'm with Austin, Samuel and Miles right now and we just got back from Sub Urban, now we're driving down Hawick Ave for some…"
"Never mind that shit, my dear Latino friend. Listen I have a job that I need you and the others to perform for me." Trevor interrupted as Francisco had a cold look on his face that made the others worry.
Francisco shouted, "Did you just call me a fuckin' Latino, you shithead?! I will let you know that I am of proud Yaqui Indian blood and I will run you to the fucking ground if you dare ever address me as a Latino, puto! Have some respect when it comes to…."
"Shut up, Mr. Pussy Lips! I'm sorry that you are so sensitive towards being labeled a Latino over what you really are, but LIFE ISN'T FUCKING FAIR! Look at me, I'm fucking Canadian and I live in this country. You don't see me complaining about shit because I take it like a man. Some blacks who are Brits get mistakenly labeled as African Americans when they visit this land, but correct people like a gentleman! Not shouting at the top of their goddamn lungs over one man making a mistake about their ethnicity. And the next time you shout at me like that, I will cut your vocal cords out and sell them to the highest bidder on the black market!" Trevor addressed Francisco in a menacing tone.
Francisco's mouth was left agape at the recent development while the others were left in shock and awe. There was an awkward silence in the car for what seemed like three minutes or less until Trevor got back on the line.
"Anyway… back to what I wanted to tell you guys. Not sure if you heard, but the Lost MC have a Crystal Meth lab down by Galilee, it's a place west of Grapeseed. What I need you guys to do is eliminate the competition, steal their crank and bring to my front yard. You'll be paid well for your services, of course. I'll see you in a couple hours, Phillips out." Trevor said as he hung up the call.
Austin was the first to speak. "Well, shit. Trevor went the hell off on Francisco and now we have to pawn off speed from a bunch of bikers. I'll have to drop you guys off at your apartments then, although Pancho here lives in Rancho."
"Well, it's time to get to work then. I'll go to the AmmuNation store at the Vinewood Plaza for any weapons and ammo, along with some grenades if needed. We'll meet near Galilee within an hour or so, right? Pancho, you good, homie?" Samuel said as he turned around his shoulder to check on Francisco.
Francisco rolled his eyes back for a moment. "Whatever, man. Come on, let's get going already, no time to waste here. Sam, I'll help you with the weapons at AmmuNation though."
"Lost My Mind"
3:15 PM, Galilee, Blaine County
The sun was high up at noon over the now-defunct community of Galilee. The place was once a hotbed for the local fishing industry back when the Alamo Sea wasn't considered to be shit back in the day, but ever since the introduction of meth in Blaine County, the place had gone to hell and never got off the ride. People stopped fishing and were more interested into farming meth and using it to enjoy their high. Sometimes, people who were paranoid of the government would come down to the place just to stay "off the grid". Other times it would be used for parties or to have shady dealings and meth labs under the nose of the local PD.
Wearing the clothing they had brought from Sub Urban, Samuel and Francisco drove right up to the outskirts of Galilee in Francisco's Tornado. They both got out of the car, waiting for Miles and Austin, who were yet to arrive.
"Ay caramba, this place looks like Crap!" Francisco exclaimed as his eyes examined the rundown area that is Galilee.
Samuel pulled out a lighter and box of Redwood cigarettes for a quick smoke.
"That's damn right. You can thank the crystal meth craze for running down Blaine County. This place could've have a bunch of fisherman just catching some bait, but this is what happens when you introduce meth to a community." Samuel said as he inhaled a lit cigarette, only to later on crush it with his brown boots.
Francisco shook his head in return. "This is why they say it's better to smoke ganja or smoke nothing at all. I wonder how Trevor even manages to stay even remotely sane by smoking that shit. By the way, where's Miles and Austin? They should be here by now." He asked Samuel.
Immediately, after he asked that question, Francisco and Samuel turned around their backs and saw Miles and Austin arriving in the red Lampadati Felon that Miles owned. The Felon was then parked by Miles, who then got out of the car with Miles and walked towards Francisco and Samuel were.
"Sorry we're late to the party. Someone had to make a pit stop and wasted some of our time by taking a dump in a convenience store." Miles said as he looked at Austin with a hint of displeasure.
"What did you want me to do? Shit my pants on the way over here and look like a man-child?" Austin said with a defensive tone.
"This argument isn't worth the time right now. We have a job to do, guys. We can't be bantering around like a bunch of schoolkids." Samuel argued amongst them.
Both Miles and Austin nodded in agreement. Samuel then went over to the trunk of Francisco's Tornado to show them the cache of weapons he and Francisco had secured, courtesy of AmmuNation.
Samuel gave a grinning smile to the rest of them. "Take your pick here, guys. We've managed to collect body armor, ammunition, Grenades, Hawk & Little 9mm Pistols, Shrewsbury 590 pump-action shotguns and Vom Feuer G36C Carbines for this job."
"Damn, Samuel. You sure know your weapons pretty well." Austin replied in amazement. Samuel then patted Austin on the back. "Well, my friend. You can thank my father for teaching me a lot about guns in good ol' Alaska. Snowboarding wasn't the only thing I was good at. Hey, Pancho. Check around the area to see what we're dealing with."
"Alright, Sam. I'll be sharp as an eagle's eye."
Francisco then went towards the passenger side of his Tornado and got out a set of binoculars to scout out how well manned the area of Galilee was by the Lost MC. He snuck around a short road where there was a small set of houses nearby. Francisco then climbed onto the rooftop of a small house that was abandoned and took a count of how many bikers were present.
"Damn. About twelve or more bikers around here. Best be careful with these damned Lost putos. They look strapped to the teeth." Francisco thought to himself. Not wishing to be spotted by the Lost, Francisco ran back to where the others were.
The others quickly turned their attention towards Francisco, who had just stopped in his tracks.
"So how many are we facing?" Miles asked.
"I'd say twelve. That's my best estimate by far. There could be a few more around the area." Francisco added.
The others were lost in their own thoughts thinking of a plan to take out the Lost. Francisco shouted "Aha!" in the air, attracting the attention of his fellow teammates.
"I have an idea. We have to flank them where they won't suspect it. I've checked the areas around Galilee, there's a few places where we could set up a trap and take them by surprise. Austin, Miles, you guys will cover Samuel and I down by Central Galilee. You'll head over to the set of those one-bedroom buildings nearby the businesses and cover us from there. We'll take out as many bikers as we can." Francisco explained to the others in detail.
The others nodded their heads in agreement towards Francisco's well-thought out plan.
"Alright, this can work. Let's get to it." Samuel said. With that, the others went to their respective positions where they would spring the trap on the Lost. Samuel hid behind a small shed nearby where two Lost MC bikers were standing nearby their bikes, Miles and Austin were at the small set of houses nearby, while Francisco was taking cover behind the building where the meth lab was set up.
"Everyone in position?" Samuel asked over the earpiece.
"In position. Let's waste these Lost putos." Francisco said in an eager tone.
"Clear. Come on, we need to steal their meth right away for Trevor. God knows what he could be doing right now." Austin added over the comm link.
"Probably laying on a couch hitting the pipe, waiting for us at this very moment. What else do you expect?" Miles replied back.
"Alright, get ready on my mark. Three… Two… One… zero! Hit em' right now!" Samuel ordered as he laid down fire on the unsuspecting bikers nearby. He managed to drop both of them in quick succession with his Pump Shotgun, putting rounds in their chests.
Francisco went around the other side of the Miller's Boat Shop and ran up on a hill nearby where he spotted two black Lost MC bikers, laying down suppressive fire against Miles and Austin, both of them in cover after taking five rounds to their chest and arms, but were protected thanks to body armor. Given the advantage of being at higher ground, he aimed at the head of a bald-shaven black male who was weighed less than Francisco. Francisco fired bursts of bullet rounds in the man's head, with his blood and brain bits shot out of his head, then his body fell over dead to the ground.
"What the fuck?! Julius is dead! You goddamn piece of…" The other black Lost biker said as he was about to aim at Francisco until he met the same fate as his friend next to him.
Francisco snickered after he shot his target. "You were saying, ese?"
While Samuel had just eliminated another Lost MC biker nearby a shed, Austin set his sights on a white Lost MC biker wearing a "The Lost" sleeveless black shirt with torn denim jeans, who possessed a scar on his right eye and had a short, brown Mohawk he was sporting. The guy had come out of hiding from the other side of the warehouse adjacent from him and started firing towards his position. Being pinned down, Austin waited for a couple seconds until he had an opening to eliminate the guy.
"Shit! Gotta think of something real quick!" Austin thought in his mind.
Needing a different strategy, Austin decided to go on top of the roof as a means to gaining an advantage. Using his upper body strength, he climbed onto the top of the roof and aimed down his red dot scope on the guy that had wounded him. He pulled the trigger of his Carbine, firing at least eleven rounds that went through his abdomen and chest, killing him, but caught five rounds to his thighs. Austin went back down for cover, but cursed under his breath which was getting a bit sharp because of the wounds he had received. Not wishing to remain at his current position, Austin moved towards Samuel's position to cover him.
Meanwhile, Miles-who had just gotten out of cover, threw a grenade towards a parked RV in front the pier where six Lost MC bikers were laying down fire at Samuel, Austin and Francisco, all of them taking cover nearby a black Lost MC emblem-crested Burrito van. The grenade went off, causing a fiery explosion and taking out the bikers around the blast radius as they screamed while their bodies were on fire and propelled by the blast.
"Holy shit, Miles! Thank God you saved us. We were getting pinned down there!" Austin shouted in a tired tone.
Miles finished running towards their hiding spot. "Don't mention it, let's get to the pier. I think the last of the Lost have the meth down there." Since time was of the essence, all of them sprinted towards the pier only to notice that the one of the Lost MC bikers had just taken off on a grey Seashark moving across the Alamo Sea.
"Mierda! The bastard just took off on the boat. Now what?" Francisco shouted in the air. Samuel was looking around until his eyes spotted two grey Seashark Jet skis. "Guys, let's chase them in those Jet-Ski's. We can still catch him in time, if possible." Samuel alerted to the others. Wasting no time, the team ran towards the pier and took a dive for the Jet-Ski's. Miles and Austin took off first with Francisco and Samuel following suit.
The team was in hot pursuit of the man with the meth package in hand as their jet skis were quickly treading the waves of the Alamo Sea. From a not-to-far distance, they could notice the guy entering the banks of the Zancudo River. Being halfway close to the banks of the river, the team kicked it into high gear with their Seasharks, hoping to catch up to their assailant.
The Lost biker turned around his shoulder as he made a sharp turn to his right, only to notice that the others were getting close to him.
"Leave me alone, already! My brothers will have you guys killed if you all waste me." The biker shouted at them.
Francisco, riding passenger along Samuel rolled his eyes over, passing off the man's threats. He then fired five rounds from his pistol at the escapee, all of them hitting him at his back, exiting out of his chest except for one that struck his heart, fatally killing him. The man's body slumped forwards on the controls of the Jet-Ski. Francisco then got off Samuel's Jet-Ski and pawned off the meth package from the biker's dead body.
"Lost puto. Let's leave his body out for the animals to feast on." Francisco said as he looked at the man's dead body with a scowl on his face.
Austin sighed. "Fuck that, we're not savages. Better to dump his body down below the Alamo Sea than to allow some random stranger or the Lost for that matter, to come across his decaying body, then comes back to bite us in the ass."
Samuel gave a nod to Austin. "Can't argue against that. Miles, Austin, you guys can dump the poor bastard's body down below. The polluted waters and natural decay would have done its work within a couple weeks." With that being said, both Miles and Austin collected the man's body and threw it down in the middle of the Alamo Sea before reaching dry land, where Samuel and Francisco were waiting.
"Glad that's over with. Now we can finally get this to Trevor and collect our pay." Austin said to the others as they were walking to their cars.
"Let's just hope its good pay, also I think some of us need to get to a hospital." Miles responded back as he entered the driver's seat of his Felon with Austin. Samuel and Francisco departed with them in Francisco's Tornado.
(moments later…)
The rest of the team drove up in front of Trevor's dirty trailer in Sandy Shores, ready to inform Trevor about the mission's success. Samuel quickly got out of Francisco's Tornado and ran towards Trevor's front door to notify him of the mission's outcome. He then proceeded to knock on the door and the door suddenly busted open with Trevor wearing his normal attire of a dirty white T-shirt and denim jeans, drinking a bottle of beer.
"Let me guess, you got the meth package from the Lost?" Trevor asked as he drank a bit out of the bottle.
Samuel nodded. "Yeah, but Francisco has it in his possession. Pancho, he wants the package!" Samuel said as Francisco walked up on the front porch with Miles and Austin behind him.
"Francisco, job well done! You know, I thought of deducting your pay after what you said over the phone a couple hours since you were shouting like you were on a period, but this is good enough for me! I'll wire your payments within a couple minutes from now. That is, if I'm not too drunk enough to pay you all like a cheapskate or a guy with a coke issue. Now get off my property!" Trevor shouted as he slammed the door on them.
A silence was present for a short moment until Francisco broke it. "Well, that went better than I expected. Actually, I was prepared for the opposite to happen."
"Just thank God the mission didn't go to shit. How were the Lost that well-armed for a bunch of motorbike thugs? Are they really that notorious?" Miles asked as the others walked towards their cars.
"Take this from a guy who's been involved in a lot of underworld crime. The Lost MC aren't really much of a joke, although that could be debated. There's a reason why no one fucks around with them in a laughing manner. Far as I can recall back in my LC days, they used to run a lot of shit back in the day until some beef was brewing within the Lost and some jumped ship to live here." Samuel added as he stood outside of Francisco's Tornado.
"That's nice hearing about and all, but I just want to get to a hospital right now. My thighs are making me feel like crap." Austin said as he made a groan. Miles then assisted Austin to sit down in the passenger seat of his Felon as they took off to the Sandy Shores Medical Center with Francisco and Samuel in tow.
"Cops Capacity"
3:30 PM, Burger Shot, Vespucci Canals
Thomas parked outside of the Burger Shot restaurant at the intersection of San Andreas Avenue and Prosperity Street for an afternoon meal. Normally, he would go to Up-n-Atom since the meal prices were cheap these days, but decided to go to Burger Shot as he had not been to the restaurant ever since he left Liberty City. He got out of his Gauntlet, sporting a black and white Trickster varsity jacket, red and black Harsh Souls T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, blue and white sports shoes and a black LS fitted cap. He also made his hair more slicked back as he grew tired of the Faux Hawk haircut he once had and grew out a scruffy beard. As he entered the place, he noticed that the interior had not changed one bit, there was an average amount of customers eating their meal and resembled the LC Burger Shots he used to visit.
"Well, I guess some things don't change." Thomas thought to himself. He proceeded to walk up to the front stand where a Caucasian teenager with bushy red hair and prescription glasses was standing behind the register. Thomas then proceeded to look at the menu in front of him.
"Yeah, I'll have The Bleeder with medium-sized French fries and a slurry." Thomas requested the cashier as he brought out his shark card.
"Coming right up and thanks for coming to Burger Shot." The cashier said to Thomas.
As a couple minutes passed by, Thomas was almost done with the meal that he ordered. At this point, he was nearly full from eating the Burger Shot meal. "These burgers are just the way I remember them. Greasy, fattening and better tasting than Wigwam Burger. Their shit has gone to crap since the 2000's when people went crazy over obesity." Thomas thought, but was later interrupted by the sound of his cliché, hip-hop ringtone from his phone.
"Wonder what he wants now?" Thomas whispered under his breath as he answered the call.
"Hey Lester! What's going on these days?" Thomas said over the phone.
Lester made a chuckle. "Well, aside from hacking college webcams at midnight and planning out jobs for people that you and I might get along with, not much. Anyway, how would you like to perform your first job for me? I'll make sure the pay is good and immediate."
"Yeah, sure! Just give me the details and everything." Thomas asked as he threw away his food into the trash bin indoors and exited out of the Burger Shot.
"Alright then, time to prove yourself. For reasons that don't concern you, I have an urgent need to thin out the police presence in Los Santos and I was thinking you could cause a diversion... pay some police stations a visit, cause some chaos, lead the cops on a merry dance out of town. I'll have grenades and an armored car waiting for you at the factory. Yes, that kind of chaos." Lester informed Thomas.
"Well, shit. I'm guessing whatever concealed reasons you have, they must be pretty grand." Thomas said as he got in his car.
"Yes, indeed. Trust me, you'll understand in the near-future. For now, just make do with robbing stores, gas stations and whatever sort of illegal activity you perform in your spare time. One more thing, you can bring along one of your friends as well just so you don't feel alone like I do from time to time. *laughs for a moment* I'll meet you at my warehouse down by Murrieta Heights in an hour for further details. Also, when this chaos is done, go to my safehouse nearby the Senora National Park. You'll get the pay there. See you later." Lester said as Thomas dropped the call.
Thomas sat in his car, momentarily absorbing all of the information he had just received. He knew that if things went south for this mission, it would mean being imprisoned for a couple years or months, depending on how long prosecutors were going to charge him for. Thomas thought of going it alone, but that would mean evading one-third of a police force that is seen to be the most violent force in the USA and breaking up the group he had subsequently formed, if he were caught or found dead.
To that end, he decided to call up anyone who was of assistance. At this point, Thomas had caught word of the job Miles, Austin, Francisco and Samuel pulled off since Samuel had texted him, bragging about how the mission went off so smoothly; Mikaela and Shizuka were helping Jamila with a job for Lamar, which he presumed was stealing a gas tanker for make money. Then, he decided to call Madison as he was at the end of his rope.
"Yo, Maddie. You busy or something?" Thomas asked.
"No, why?" Madison asked.
"Well, Lester called me up for a job involving blowing up some police vehicles and raising hell on the LSPD as a means to "distract" cops for some ulterior motive. I was hoping if you could ride with me on this one, but the risk is either being put down by the 5-0 or being arrested. However, Lester did say the payout would be beneficial." Thomas informed Madison.
"Not to sound like a know-it-all, but the actual risk of this job would mean us being killed by the cops. I don't think anyone would take kindly towards have their shit being blown up by a couple of freelance criminals, especially by the most violent police force this side of the West Coast." Madison replied back.
"Shit, you have a point there. Liberty City cops aren't that different from Los Santos's own division of police. Birds of the same feather if you ask me. Anyway, you still have your mask from before, right?"
"Yeah, why?" Madison asked.
"Bring it with you on this one. Don't want cops having to ID us when we blow shit up. See you at Lester's Warehouse within an hour. By the way, it's in Murrieta Heights." Thomas answered.
"Thanks for the info. See you later, Tom." Madison said as she dropped the call.
4:30 PM, Lester's Warehouse, Murrieta Heights
Thomas drove into the grounds of Lester's warehouse with Madison and Lester waiting in front of the cache of weapons, grenades, body armor and a yellow Dominator facing him. He parked his car sideways next to another warehouse to his right and started walking towards Lester and Madison.
"Not bad, Lester! I like the way you operate. Cars, guns, grenades and body armor. That's a hired gun's wet dream right here!" Thomas said to Lester with an impressed look on his face.
"Just being modest here, but I have a good network of connections that I've established over the years. Despite being a socially-inept weirdo sometimes, I'm even surprised by it myself some days. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I've got some photos to show you what places and vehicles both of you are going to target. Just gather around Uncle Lester here." Lester said as Thomas and Madison approached him with their eyes on his iFruit phone.
"Okay, so the first place you're going to is the Mission Row police station. From the photos taken here, there are two cop cars in the parking lot that need to be destroyed. While you guys are on some Bonnie and Clyde car chase, the next thing for you to do is head down towards the Vespucci police station and blow up a Police Riot van. Then, move down to the Rockford Hills station and blow away some Police Bikes. Once that's over with, you and the police will have a lengthy, Vinewood-worthy car chase all the way down to Bolingbroke Penitentiary where there's a Police Bus nearby the main entrance. Afterwards, make sure to lose the cops after raising hell on them. Once the fog lifts off, I'll come by the safehouse to give you guys your payment. It will be worth it."Lester said as Thomas and Madison looked at each other with flabbergasted looks.
"Well, fuck. That's a tall order of death and destruction. Damn, we're not getting paid enough for risky jobs like this one. Let's hope it turns out well for whatever purpose you have." Madison stated as she brought out her red hockey mask out of her back pocket.
"Believe me, when you get to a position like mine, risks have to be taken when necessary." Lester replied back as he handed them a set of eight grenades, body armor and TEC-9's.
Thomas cracked his knuckles for a quick moment. "Well, Maddie. Let's get going, time to put in this work. I'll drive on this one; you'll shoot at the pigs." Thomas said as both he put on the Pogo mask he possessed since the Richman job.
As Thomas turned on the yellow Dominator's engine, Lester knocked on the driver's door causing Thomas to roll down his window. "Hey, just letting you know. The car has bulletproof tires so no need to worry about car spikes at this point. Also, one more thing about the Dominator; this baby has top speed thanks to its modified engine and transmission, but can also be hard to control when turning corners at top speed, so be careful with it. And I've set the GPS coordinates to your phones. Good luck." Lester said to the both of them.
"Thanks, Lester. We're going to need it that is if we're not reported dead on the nine o'clock news report on Weazel News." Madison said. With that being said and done, they then took off to Mission Row.
(A short time later…)
Thomas and Madison parked in front of the Mission Row police station after a ten-minute drive. They parked the Dominator conspicuously nearby the small parking lot where two Police Cruiser cars parked nearby each other. Taking an observatory look around the station, both Thomas and Madison noticed three, Caucasian police officers in their mid-thirties standing outside of the main entrance just having a casual conversation while only about six pedestrians were walking on the street
"You ready for this, Maddie?" Thomas asked.
"Oh, definitely." Madison said as he removed the pin from the grenade and threw the grenade nearby the front right tire of a cop car nearby her. Thomas followed suit as he threw the grenade farther towards the other squad car. However, their luck went away as one of the pedestrians quickly noticed a grenade being nearly, shouting a large shriek and alerting the cops. Thomas then quickly switched the gear to drive and proceeded to make a sloppy, left turn as the grenade went off, causing a chain explosion to occur. One of the cops caught a glimpse of the Dominator swerving around the corner for a left turn and proceeded to warn the cops on patrol.
"Well, there goes making a clean escape. Let's pray we make it out alive." Thomas said as he swerved into Strawberry Avenue. After dodging some cars, he switched back into Vespucci Boulevard, but encountered a police car on the other side of the road waiting for both him and Madison. "Aw Shit!" Thomas exclaimed as he dodged the attempted pit tactic the police tried to perform. At this point, the cop car was trailing them both. Madison loaded her TEC-9, rolled down the window and started firing rounds at the cop car as they entered Elgin Avenue. Five rounds penetrated the mulatto police officer in the chest, causing the vehicle to lose control and hit a tree nearby.
"Fuck you, you little pigs. Can't do shit now, huh?!" Madison shouted in response as they entered Little Seoul. "Whoa, let's not get too carried away here. Remember, most violent police force this side of the West Coast? They can still pump lead at us and not give a shit." Thomas replied back.
"Don't be such a fuckin' killjoy. Let me bask in this moment." Madison said with a smirk on her face.
"Hey, I'm no killjoy. Trust me; I'm much fun to be around. I can show anyone a good time" Thomas answered as he entered Calais Avenue. Madison nodded her head in response. "True, with the drinking and smoking weed stuff you got going on for you, it's pretty evident why you can even been calm in times of distress. Wish I had met you earlier in my days in LC. Could've gotten along with my older crew back in the day." Madison said as they neared the Vespucci Canals police station on the intersection of San Andreas Avenue and South Rockford Drive.
"True, true…" Thomas said as he went down the short ramp nearby the police garage that led to the back of the police station where the Police Riot van was. As they arrived at the back, a pair of Hispanic-American cops (male and female) started firing at Thomas and Madison, forcing them to duck their heads down. Thomas blindly fired at the pair with rounds, only killing the male by chance of dumping four rounds into his head, while the female fell victim to catching eight rounds in stomach and lower intestines were. With that opportunity, Madison removed the pin, held it for a couple seconds and threw it beneath the van, causing the van to erupt in a fiery explosion.
They fled the place like hell on earth and sped off towards the Rockford Hill police station for the Police Bikes. As Thomas switched towards Movie Star Way, a Police Buffalo car suddenly came up behind and started to trail them as they were on their way to the station. At that moment, the passenger cop, who was a white cop in his early 20's with a buzzcut and blue eyes started firing at the Dominator with a pistol, leaving some bullet holes in the back, some and hitting a rear light. Thomas caught five rounds to his upper back, but was saved by his body armor. Madison only caught three to her right shoulder, but was protected and in retaliation, fired back at the young cop, who caught seven rounds to the chest, causing his dead body to slump in his seat. Madison reloaded her Tec-9 again and fired four rounds at the driver, a Korean-American male in his early-40's, his blood splattered across the dashboard, causing the car to come to a complete stop.
Before they could cross over to Mad Wayne Thunder Drive, Thomas and Madison encountered a roadblock that comprised of two Police Buffalo cars blocking their path with an African-American officer with a fade haircut and a European-American officer with short hair, aiming at them with their pistols. Thomas immediately swerved the car around the squad cars, but hit the left rear side of the car against a palm tree, leaving a huge dent in the process. Meanwhile, Madison laid down suppressing fire at the cops nearby, forcing them to take cover. With them being safe for the moment, they moved down Portola Drive where the Police Bikes were.
"Pull the pin and pass me the grenade. I have a better chance of blowing up the bikes here than you do." Thomas said to Madison. "Alright, but do it quick. I can see a squad car towards us from behind." Madison warned Thomas, passing the grenade to him. Thomas then slowed the Dominator's speed down immediately. Wasting no time and effort, Thomas threw the grenade between the two police bikes, immediately causing an explosion, which in turn caused the other bikes to blow up on each other.
Thomas quickly pressed on the pedal to move towards the Los Santos Customs shop, hoping to lose the cops there, but they still had the cop car trailing behind them. Thomas then turned to the alleyway next to the car shop, entering Carcer Way as two more cop cars followed suit as well. "Shit, these bastards don't give up do they?!" Madison got out her TEC-9 and fired rounds at the cop car in the middle, hitting a white police officer in his twenties in the head, smearing the inside of the car's mirror and dashboard with his blood and brains out. The car lagged behind with the other two still in pursuit. Thomas swerved through traffic from Occupation Avenue to Elgin Avenue, hoping to lose the cops, but was still in hot pursuit.
Eventually, they reached the bridge where the intersection between Mirror Park Boulevard and the exit to Route 1 were. Unfortunately for them, in the middle of the bridge, a blockade of squad cars was waiting for them ahead with spike lines, hoping to stop the mercs from causing anymore havoc. "Wow, these cops don't know what's about to hit them." Thomas said as he pressed on the gas pedal again, gaining enough speed to ram into the blockade. Soon enough, the Dominator slammed through the blockade, leaving some damage on the front bumper and hood on the car and four cops wounded from the car's impact. The car immediately swerved towards the exit on its left and joined highway traffic on Route One as the sun was setting.
As they were speeding through the highway and dodging traffic for a couple of minutes, a cop car with two black and white officers, both female; spotted Thomas and Madison behind them by four feet and slowed down their speed to hinder their mission. As Thomas and Madison approached quickly, they turned on their alarms, alerting both of them.
For a moment, both cars were moving like a snake slithering about on the grass, with the cops in front and the hired guns behind them as the Caucasian female officer, wearing dark sunglasses and possessing a ponytail was shooting at the car blindly, hitting the hood, mirror and headlights forcing them to duck. Thomas caught four rounds to his chest and a bullet in his right forearm no thanks to his slow reaction. He made a grunt as he felt the bullet penetrate him; "Enough of this bullshit already! I'm done with these bitches in blue." an angered Madison said as she reloaded her gun and shot at the officer firing at them, firing all twelve rounds at the car.
About seven rounds hit the Caucasian officer; five went into her back and exited out her chest, while the other two hit her neck, causing her to choke on her blood. The rest of the rounds went into the black officer with short hair; three went into her neck and two through the shoulders. As a result, the car went spinning out of control and smashed into a grey Karin Futo nearby, killing both cops and knocking out one Blasian female driver.
"Fuck this shit, I'm driving towards the other road. We'll expect less police force and allowing us to get to the Police Bus." Thomas said as the car was still speeding down the highway. As luck would have it, there was a space in the road that gave Thomas the opportunity he wanted. He quickly drove the Dominator into oncoming traffic, trying to dodge any vehicle that was incoming. Not wishing to crash into another vehicle, he drove off-road in order to get to the Police Van.
"What the fuck, Tom?! This isn't Guns and Speed!" Madison exclaimed.
"Hey, I always dreamed of being in a police chase with a hot chick by my side when I was a teen." Thomas replied back with a smirk, despite wearing his Pogo monkey mask. "And this hot chick also laid down a bunch of cops with a TEC-9 and can still be badass. You haven't used yours, obviously." Madison said. "Well, that's because I'm driving a modified car and I barely shoot while driving. I'm not like those guys in the movies where they'll perform ridiculous death-defying stunts with their cars and live to tell the tale. Now get ready, we're nearing the Prison." Thomas said as he laid his eyes on the prison. Thomas then drove back on the lane, dodging traffic and three police cars, courtesy of the Sandy Shores department.
After dodging a police van, Thomas drove the car off a rocky cliff and landed on the same road where the Police Bus was located. As they approached the bus, only five police officers armed with Glocks, Carbines and Shotguns were standing nearby the bus on alert for the duo. "How unfortunate is this." Thomas said in a mocking tone. "How about we go give a surprise present for these assholes?" Thomas asked Madison. Madison smiled. "You just took the words out of my mouth." Thomas then proceeded to drive towards the Prison Bus just close enough to where the grenades could be thrown.
"Now, here comes the appetizers." Madison said as she and Thomas threw a grenade each nearby the bus. "And last, but not least the main course for our pigs in blue." Thomas added into the joke as he threw a grenade nearby where the guards were standing and drew out his TEC-9 for a drive-by. He started spraying at them intentionally to threw them off-guard for the explosion, which occurred at the same time. Despite wounding three guards on-duty, the fiery explosion took the rest out, shouting desperate screams as they met their deaths. As they drove out of the prison grounds outside, they heard police sirens coming their way.
"Must have heard the explosions from afar, cross through the satellite dish fields nearby and drove to a place where we can lose the cops." Madison advised Thomas as he was still driving on the road. "Got it." Thomas replied back, driving off-road towards the satellite dishes.
"So far, cops are still searching for us and might be heading towards the prison. I'll drive nearby the set of large bushes over the plateau just to hide out. Either they're too dumb or alert to even suspect a couple of criminals hiding nearby some large-ass bushes." Thomas informed Madison as he drove towards the bushes over the plateau where the Senora National Park was located.
"So how long do we have to wait this one out?" Madison asked as she removed her mask off, revealing her face which was evident of her mixed Caucasian-Chinese features, as her brown eyes, layered bob black hairstyle, jaw-line and lips were inherited from her Chinese mother, while her ears, nose, and cheekbones were from her English father and her near-white complexion being mixed thanks to her parents' skin.
"I'd say about less than four minutes, maybe two at the most." Thomas said as he removed his mask. Madison took a deep sigh, signifying her annoyance "Let's get out of the car; I want to scout out to see if any cops are searching around the area. Can't be too careful, though." Thomas nodded his head in response as his eyes noticed that it was getting dark real soon.
They both got out of the car, walked not too far from the area, watching the area for a couple minutes and noticed that the cop sirens had just stopped, possibly heading back towards the local police station. "Coast is clear, let's get over to the safehouse." Thomas said as they entered the yellow Dominator. "Shit, did we really escape the hand of both the LSPD and SSPD police departments on the same day?" Madison said in a confounded manner as she stroked her hair back. Thomas turned on the radio and switched the station to Vinewood Boulevard Radio as the song; "Plush" by Stone Temple Pilots was playing as they rejoined the highway. "Hell fuckin' yeah, we did! Not only that, but we're getting a damn good paycheck out of this one."
"Let's hope it's a good one, Lester doesn't seem like the type of guy who wouldn't take a shit on the people who helped him out with his jobs. Unlike a certain car dealer and hack we know of." Madison said as they chuckles towards her derisive mockery of Simeon.
Later, they parked in front of the safehouse where Lester's dark blue Declasse Asea parked outfront. They parked at the back and walked towards the entrance of the safehouse.
Thomas knocked on the door twice and the opened, revealing Lester, wearing his green plaid shirt, glasses, denim jeans, cane and white sneakers. "Ah, I see you two are back from your chaotic escapade with the police. Tell me, how was it? By the way, some mechanics will be coming with your cars soon." Lester asked them as he placed his laptop on the table.
They walked into the safehouse, which was pretty decent for a house in Sandy Shores. The décor looked pretty average as there were creamy tiles and carpeting around the house; An average-sized kitchen was nearby and didn't have any decay around; The living room had a couple vases and paintings around, not to mention a TV set and laptop system neary; A bathroom was nearby the kitchen and only one bedroom was available for usage.
"Well, we did blow up the vehicles as you asked, but we also caught some shiners and wounds to show what we went through." Madison added as she and Thomas removed their body armor, revealing bruises on their shoulder and abdomen. "Well, as for yours truly. I need a First Aid kit thanks to the bullet wound I got in my forearm. Shit, I need to sit down for a moment." Thomas said with exhaustion as Lester brought out the kit. Thomas then proceeded to remove his shirt, exposing his "creamy-coffee" complexion.
"Anyway, I'll wire the money to your account. I can tell you that it's worth over 23 grand for the both of you. Consider it as a thank you for making my operations much easier for me. Before I go, I'd advice laying low in the safehouse for the night. I'm certain that the cops are still looking for a couple of 'no-good' criminals in Sandy Shores. Also, I'm going to destroy that Dominator out in the back as well, since I don't want the cops snooping around and finding incriminating evidence against us. Good night." Lester said he walked out of the safehouse, leaving Thomas and Madison on their own.
"Twenty-three grand, I like the sound of… AAHHH!" Thomas shouted in pain in response to Madison tying a belt above the wound to induce pressure.
"Sorry, but someone has to save you from passing out like you did last time." Madison said.
"Well, thanks for the vote of assurance. Wait, how do you know all this?" Thomas asked.
"Searched it on EyeFind. Was hoping to use this sort of thing someday, now that wish has come true." Madison replied back as she started using medical utensils to pick out the bullet embedded in Thomas' forearm, causing him to shout and curse under his breath.
"Alright Nurse Bellamy, do I get a kiss on the cheek or a massage as a bonus?" Thomas said with a cocky smirk towards Madison.
Madison scoffed it off in response. "Don't push your luck too far, Marston. A kiss is one thing… but a massage is another thing for a different time."
"Well when you put it like that, I guess the other option would be…" Thomas said before pressing his lips on Madison's as he cupped her face with both hands, holding onto the kiss for a good moment as a means of showing care and affection towards her. In his mind, he always found Madison to be a beautiful person inside and out ever since the first days from when he landed in Los Santos. It was during their outings together that he felt a connection towards Madison, but didn't act on it first for a while until after being in the hospital for a couple days.
Madison pulled back first with a blush on her cheeks. "Wow, your charm never ceases to amaze me, Thomas. Does it run in the family?"
"Eh, we Marstons are known for being smokers, fierce fighters, and being polite to women. It's the way we get shit done and look great at it. But on a serious note, I've had feelings for you since I came here. You're beautiful as hell, who would deny someone like you? I'd be declared mentally insane in front of a court if I lied before you right now. I'm ready to make this work if you're willing to do so with me. If not, I'll respect your wishes."
Madison snickered and gave a smile. "Charming with action and words. You've swept me off my feet, Thomas. Also, you're not so bad yourself. You such a complex person, though." Madison proceeded to rest her head on his stomach as her hands laid on his chest. Thomas proceeded to stroke her hair in a caressing manner. "Well, that's one of the things I do best, Madison. Kill enemies and be that charming, impressive scoundrel at the same damn time. Let's just go to sleep, really. I'm not ready for the whole 'bedroom sex' thing yet. I'd rather be patient this time, not to mention our bruises and shit."
"Agreed, I'm glad about this moment and everything else. That, and the fact we're being paid for this shit. This will lead into bigger and better opportunities for everyone else." Madison said as she and Thomas walked to the bedroom.
"I promise you, it will. But at some point, everyone might run into trouble. For now, let's enjoy what we have." Thomas added as he gave Madison a kiss to her forehead and closed the bedroom door.
And the return is for real this time! Hey fellow readers, this is Tom The Author here. Now I know that last time from way back when, I informed you all about my exams (something that I finished last week) and that I had to take a hiatus. Well, that hiatus is over. I've worked on this chapter over the course of possibly two months and I'm glad to say that it was worth it. This chapter is somewhat different as I decided to include two missions, one without Thomas in place of his companions, another that featured Thomas and a close companion. With the job, "Lost My Mind" I had intentions to show the friendship between other OC characters and to hopefully build them as their own characters, along with their own personalities.
As for the job, "Cops Capacity", I've had the intention of showing the relationship between Thomas and Madison. This was something that I had planned from the get-go when I first made this story. Not only that, but I also wanted to show more involvement with Lester Crest as he is a vital part of GTA Online (obviously, Grand Theft Auto V as well) and is a great factor as to why the jobs are worthwhile. Honestly, if there's one thing I'm hoping I did not fail at, it would be character development. It's something that I've been meaning to show in the story as a whole with the OC's.
As for the next chapter, I'm planning on introducing Martin Madrazo into the mix as well, as he is one of the best-paying bosses in Online despite how much of a jerk he can be. Regardless, he is a force not to be reckoned with, given the resources he has at his disposal.
One more thing I need to touch on. I've read a brilliant Star Wars theory by Lumpawarroo on the Star Wars Sun-Reddit about the imfamous character, Jar-Jar Binks secretly being a Sith Collaborator with Palpatine, hidden dark force user, drunken fist moves and even has mind control abilities which he uses discreetly in the movies, especially in "Attack of the Clones" when he "convinced" the Senate to give Palpatine emergency powers. I would highly suggest reading the theory, it is one of the best theories on the internet and gives a different, but darker look at the Star Wars Prequels. Apparently, it does explain why Count Dooku was shoe-horned in Attack of The Clones, though. If Binks was exposed as a hidden Sith Lord instead of Dooku, that would've been a hell of a reveal. Hell, I'd even write a FanFic story about the theory as a whole (something which I'm seriously considering). Anyway, that's all for now, folks. God Bless. -Tom The Author.