At the Grant-Rose trailer home, Ethan started looking around for his little sister, Blake who happens to be not in the bedroom they shared together. The chocolate brown haired boy ran out the room and into the living room where Michael and Trevor are.
"I can't find Sissy." Ethan said as Michael and Trevor looked up at their nephew.
"Ah, crap, not again." Michael said, before he stood up from the couch and look around the trailer home.
"Well, where did Shrimp go?" Trevor questioned. "Is she playing hide and seek with us."
"No, and half of my money is gone." Ethan answered.
Michael ran outside and he noticed Brad walking towards the trailer home. "Brad, have you seen Blake? She ain't in her room." He questioned.
"No, M, I haven't seen Blakie, since yesterday." Brad said.
"Oh shit." Michael said now worrying about his goddaughter/niece. "If C comes home, knowing that she's gone. We'll never hear the end of it."
"She's gotta be around her somewhere…" Brad said, before looking around the front of the trailer home, until he noticed the tire tracks on the cold snowy ground. "Wait, where did she go in her little car?" He questioned, mentioned Blake's battery powered car, until he heard a voice in the distance along with police sirens.
"Is that Blakie?" Michael questioned pointing down the trailer park road, as he noticed a familiar battery powered car and a police car was following it from behind. "Oh Christ, don't tell me that Blake's being chased by the cops."
"Did you find-Oh shit, cops!" Trevor started to say, before seeing the flashing lights of the Ludendorff police car, behind Blake's battery powered car and the dark haired child parked in front of the trailer home. "Shrimp, run!" He shouted, encouraging his niece.
"Blakie, run from the police!" Brad shouted doing the same thing, as the Ludendorff police officer climbed out of the police car, walking towards Blake on her left hand side.
"Hi, I'm Officer Steele, I caught you on the-" The Ludendorff police officer started to introduce himself to the dark haired child, before Blake pulled out one of Jimmy's toy gun that was black allover and the tip had orange on it.
"Pow, pow, pow!" Blake said imitating the sound of the gun, firing off at the officer, before she climbed out of the battery powered car and started running away.
Blake started running down the trailer park road with her unicorn backpack behind her full of candy and snacks with the small toy gun in her right hand. The officer was right behind her, trying to catch the the dark haired thief while Michael, Trevor and Brad were cheering her on, watching their niece doing her first police chase.
Ethan waited outside of Michael's garage in Rockford Hills on Spanish Avenue. He already stolen the police van which contains the stingers from a police station in Rancho, and already parked it in the garage. Then he heard a car horn as he looked up to see Blake in the driver's side of the silver and black Bravado Gauntlet wearing her red wayfarer sunglasses, before rolling down the passenger side window.
"Hey, bubbie." She greeted. "You ready to tear up the streets with me?"
"Yeah, whatever, sissy." Ethan answered, before climbing into the passenger side of the Gauntlet. "Dad says that you have to deliver the car in your boyfriend's garage."
"Alright, that's where I'm heading to." Blake said as she pulled off away from the sidewalk starting driving back on Spanish Avenue. Ethan reaches out for the radio, until Blake swatted his hand.
"Damn, Blakes." Ethan exclaimed, rubbing his swatted hand.
"My radio. My music." Blake stated, before her right hand reaches the volume knob as she turn it up while it was playing Bass Drum Of Death by Crawling After You on Vinewood Boulevard Radio, and turn it to Space 103.2, listening to Cutie Pie by One Way.
"You into oldies too?" Ethan questioned, after placing his elbow outside the car window. "Thought it was just me, Pop, and Uncle M."
"My old man had this type of music on in the living room area, so I've decided to take a smoke of one of his cigarettes and listen, while he and Amanda were gone." Blake explained.
"You mean Uncle M, right?" Ethan said, corrected his stepsister.
"He's my dad. Carter's not anymore." Blake answered.
"But, Blakes he's our old man. You think he didn't want to raise you for six years and left you alone in Ludendorff with mother."
"You know damn well Macey ain't your mother." Blake said, after stopping at a stoplight on Eclipse Boulevard. "And also I've abandon her a long time ago, I don't know why she is here and with Haines for a reason. Is it because our dads gave her lies or she's out for blood."
"And speaking of Haines…" Ethan started to say as the corner of his emerald green eyes turn around to face the front windshield once he noticed a FIB issued black Bravado Buffalo parked next to the stoplight, facing Milton Road.
"What you do mean about him?" Blake questioned before hearing medal tapping against the front hood of the silver and black Gauntlet. She looked to see Steve, wearing his FIB jacket that had S. Haines with a black FIB cap, covering his reddish brown hair. Then Steve gave out a smirk before he pulled out his iFruit phone to show a picture of Blake and Cali hugging each other at the plaza between the FIB and IAA buildings.
"What that? When did Haines get a medal arm and hand?" Ethan questioned.
"Motherfucker!" Blake shouted with anger, before she slammed down onto the accelerator, running over Haines and turning the steering wheel to her right while driving away from the hit and run on Milton Road.
"What was that about? Why'd you run him over?" Ethan questioned his stepsister, as she started to speeding down the road away from the hit and run scene, hoping that nobody recognizes two young adults driving a stolen muscle car.
"I'll explain later. Haines is after me now, and I gotta stay away from him until everything's clear up. Davey and Cali are handling it for now." Blake explained, before turning onto Whispymound Drive.
After running over Haines, Blake immediately park the Gauntlet inside of Franklin's garage before climbing out of the car to see how much damage was done onto the muscle car. She only see Haines' blood as she remembers, running over his body when his face was slammed onto the car. Running over to the shelves, Blake grabbed a spray bottle of exterior detail and started cleaning off the blood stain, leaving Ethan outside of the garage minding his own business with a half finished cigarette.
"We don't speak about what happened today. Okay?" Blake said, after she walked out of the garage as it close down by itself.
Ethan nodded after throwing his now finished cigarette out onto the road, before doing a zipper motion with his fingers lips and throw away the key, before he and Blake walked into Franklin's house where Michael, Carter, Max and Franklin are waiting.
"Hey, we're back." Blake announced, before walking towards the dining room area, next to the kitchen.
"Hey, just in time, we're about to order some food. How about Chinese?" Michael explained, before Blake covered her face.
"You want me to eat Chinese food after what happened to us?" Blake questioned Michael as the eldest criminal was holding his iFruit phone and the menu to the Lucky Duck restaurant in his hand.
"Ah, come on, we were just debating on Chinese or pizza. They want different kinds, but me and you usually get pepperoni with extra cheese." Michael explained. "Chinese food ain't gonna kill you, kiddo."
"Fine, whatever, Dad." Blake said, before Michael gave her the menu for her and Ethan to look through. "I want beef with broccoli."
"Hm, always like your dad, Ladybug. Me and you are ordering the same thing." Carter stated.
"Orange chicken for me." Ethan said.
"That makes us two, Ethan." Max replied, knowing that she wasn't the only one who wanted orange chicken.
"Well, me and Frank are three and four for the orange chicken, but maybe I want green peppered steak." Michael said, while looking over the menu once more. "I don't know what Trevor or Lynnette-" Then he stopped talking after when he mentioned a certain pink haired teen, as Blake looked at him before walking towards him slowly.
"Who did you just say? Lunch's come over here?" Blake questioned.
"Now, B.B, don't get angry." Max said, holding her hands up as a sign of defense. "I sorta told your nutcase of an uncle to get the third car earlier and he told me Lunchables already got it. He just texted Mr. DS saying he's on his way."
Then Blake's eyes widened as she covered her mouth with both hands.
"Is there something that I should know?" Michael questioned both girls after noticing Blake's facial expression.
"You… let Lunch drive the last car we needed for the heist when she is gonna fuck up the car her own way?" Blake questioned slowly as she was still shocked and then everyone was doing the same facial shock expression just like her.
"Aw shit, I forget. We can't trust Lunch with certain things."
"Okay, girls calm down." Michael said reassuring them. "Call her back before…" All of a sudden they can hear Fancy by Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX playing from outside, before everyone ran outside to see Lunch and Trevor inside of the third Bravado Gauntlet car. The third car looked different from the one they saw in the email as it was supposed to be a black one. Instead it was black with a pink stripe, along with pink underbody lighting and it even had hydraulics while Lunch and Trevor were having fun inside.
"The hell?" Carter started to say.
"It just screams out Lunchables." Franklin stated.
"Well, we're fucked." Blake stated, before Trevor and Lunch climbed out of the Gauntlet car, walking towards everyone. "What kind of heist car is that? That looks like something I can find in a ghetto ass car shop!" She explained, yelling at Lunch.
"You needed a third car for this damn job, and you don't have to yell at me!" Lunch retorted.
"Now, Blake, Lunch-"
"She's out of the heist and you decide to go behind my fucking back and others. Are you fucking kidding me?!" Blake stated at Trevor.
"Since, we did we fuckin' vote on that, Shrimp?" Trevor questioned.
"All those in favor that Lunch is supposed to be not part of the job. Say I." Blake explained, before she raised her hand along with the other who agree and saying 'I' at the same time. "Now, any opposers?" She questioned.
"Hell no." Lunch rejected.
"She's on my side now." Trevor said.
"The I's have it." Blake stated.
"Okay, T, for now before, during, or after this heist. She's your responsibility. If anything happens to her, you have to confront Selena about this." Michael explained. "I've been doing it to Blake for over a month now, getting her involved with the FIB and other stuff that has been happening to her. I have to get her out of school, cause of this. She's now suspended, and we're both lucky that she's able to graduate with her class."
"Oh, so nobody cares about ol' Lunch?" She questioned. "The one who has weird pink looking hair? The one who lost her father when she was 5 years old and was flattened like a pancake? And also… The one… who lost… her fuckin' brother in a Merryweather shooting at the De Santa house?!"
"And you are wrong for that Michael. You too, Trevor." Carter said crossing his arms. "She's going to get herself hurt. And you already know what happened to Brad, you want that to happen to her?"
"Don't fuckin' bring him up, Grant!" Trevor said, gritted through his teeth.
"That's Missildine to you, Philips." Carter corrected him.
"Everyone calm down." Max said, standing between them. "This is gotten way outta of hand, when I was trying to scrape the corns off of Grandpa Buck's feet with a nail file and a used toothbrush."
"Consider yourself lucky, girlfriend." Lunch responded. "I had to do the right foot."
"That's it, I had enough. After this heist and Christian's funeral, we'll go our separate ways. I will stay with Michael and Carter from now on, and I'll be still seeing Franklin." Blake explained, before hugging Franklin and he hugged her back. "Trevor can do whatever the hell he wants. As long as it doesn't involve us. Understand?"
"As long as he stays away from my family, I'm alright with that." Michael said, before turning to face Carter. "What about you, C? You want him to be around Norah and Charlie?"
"I don't want him to be messing with them. You stay the fuck away from my wife, my son and daughters after this whole thing goes away." Carter said, agreeing with Michael.
"Uncle T, one day you're going to know when enough is enough." Ethan said, crossing his arms.
"Fine, as long as I don't stay around and watch the funerals of both Porkchop and Shrimp, when they become a pair of snakes in the future." Trevor said, before walking into Franklin's house, taking Lunch by her wrist.
"That's too tight!" Lunch exclaimed quietly.
"Whatever, a-hole." Blake said.
Now everyone was sitting down at dining room table after when the Lucky Duck Chinese food was delivered to Franklin's house as they all chip in to pay for their food… except for Trevor and Lunch's cheap asses.
"I want some chicken fried rice, Daddy."
"Hand me the soy sauce, C."
"Cock sauce on my orange chicken, Uncle M."
"Hey baby, let me have some of your beef and I'll give you some shrimp."
"Pass me the white rice and sweet and sour chicken."
"Porkchop, Shrimp, gimme a egg roll!"
"Who wants Cherry Sprunk, Cola, or Grape… Or T would recommend beer." Michael questioned before placing three two-liter soda bottles on the glass table.
"Trevor, spicy chinese food doesn't mix well with beer. You'll be up in the bathroom for a long time." Blake said, as she poured herself a cup full of Cherry Sprunk, before sitting back down next to Franklin.
"Ah, don't worry about good ol' Uncle T, Shrimp." Trevor said, after taking the medal top off his beer. Then he downed the whole beer bottle in between eating his orange chicken that had a hint of Los Santos Cock Sauce.
"Alright then, don't asking for my bathroom, homie." Franklin said, as a few laughs were heard around the table.
"Yeah, cause we all know what happen to you after the brownie fiasco." Blake responded, before sipping her Cherry Sprunk and she noticed Lunch opening a small white box and it contains small black orbs that look like black grapes.
"Hey, they gave us Chinese grapes on the house." Lunch said, having a few of them in her hands before placing them into her mouth and started chewing and swallowing. "Mmm… they're sweet alright… But they slippery in my mouth."
"Let me try." Trevor said, reaching over and dug his hand into the white take out box to grab a few, and taking them into his mouth. "Hey, not bad." He responded, before taking one more.
"That's good, Uncle T and Lunch." Blake said. "Cause they ain't grapes."
"Well, what are they?" Max questioned as she was looking inside of the take out box while her chopstick was holding onto a piece of her orange chicken.
"They're fish eyes, Lynnette and Uncle Nutcase." Michael answered as Carter cover his face and Ethan started looking away while the three ended up laughing at the end.
"Well, I like them." Trevor said, before taking another fisheye into his mouth.
Lunch's face immediately turn green as she stood up from the table, running towards the kitchen sink. Trevor on the other hand was enjoying them, as he continues eating them.
As Blake started drinking more of her soda, Franklin's eyes somehow noticed markings on Blake's chest, since she had her black leather jacket halfway zipped up.
"Baby, what's that on your chest?" Franklin questioned after sipping his Cola.
"What are you talking about?" Blake questioned, before she looked down at her chest which was almost covered her leather jacket, until she noticed red markings underneath her collarbone.
She slowly unzipped her jacket as she removed it off her body, until it caught everyone's attention at the table, except for Lunch who was still having a stomach bug after the fish eyes/grapes thing.
"I owned you, Blakie, Steve H." Michael read out loud as he continues looking at his daughter's chest, before looking up at Blake.
"It's in my Red Apple Picking matte lipstick." Blake explained, knowing that it's not blood.
"Alright, this shit with Haines had gone too far!" Franklin retorted. "Now, he fucked us along with Weston, and now my girl?! Hell no!"
"Well, that's some good fortune for me." Lunch said sarcastically.
"What? Lunchables, this is serious!" Max said, before yanking onto Lunch's ponytail, hearing her screaming out in agony.
"I'm not talking about her." Lunch said, as she was holding a small strip of paper in her hand. "Read my fortune cookie." She said, handing it to Max, before eating the cookie.
"Your ex-friend is fucked by a federal cop and a red haired woman, looking for blood." Max read out loud, before looking up at an enraged Blake.
"I can't fucking believe this!" Blake said enraged, as her hand swiftly lifted up to cover her eyes.
"Girl, you just knock over my grape soda!" Lunch exclaimed, while looking down at the mess, spilling onto the glass table and everyone was lifted up their food. Blake looked down at Lunch, before she stuffed three pieces of Lunch's sweet and sour chicken into her mouth.
"Mmm nom nom nom nom nom!" Blake managed to say, imitating her ex-friend in front of her face with the food in her mouth, before Lunch tackles the dark haired teen onto the floor.
"Yo, man, should we stop them?" Franklin questioned.
"Let them fight. They'll tired themselves out." Michael said.
"You sure, Mike?" Carter questioned.
"It happened to Blake and Amanda a few months ago. They were fighting over on not having sweets in the house. Ended up so tired of fighting, Amanda left out of the house with Tracey as Blake filled half the refrigerator with candy and chocolate and red velvet cupcakes." Michael said, reaching over towards Blake's plate, taking a few of the beef and broccoli onto his own plate.
"We might as well take some of their food. They aren't gonna noticed." Ethan said, before reaching over to Lunch's plate and taking her half eaten egg roll onto his plate.
"M, pass me Lunch's plate." Carter said, before Michael did so handing him Lunch's plate to have her orange chicken.
"Alright then, hand me some bell pepper steak, M." Franklin said, Michael agreed before giving him some on his plate.
"This is one crazy life Blake has." Max said, before having a spoonful of white rice and soy sauce in her mouth.
After dinner and her second fight, Blake decided to stay at Franklin's house in order to be safe overnight. When everyone was in the living room and just about to leave the house, Blake snuck outside to grabbed the briefcase with the sniper rifle into the house and hid it onto her side where her clothes are hanging up on.
Before she hid it, Blake decided to look at it once more and wondering if she was doing the right decision by killing Haines. Then she remembered that Steve left her a voicemail, since somehow her mother's words and voice was ringing through her mind.
Picking up her iFruit phone and went into the voicemail application, she tapped onto Steve's message before placing it onto her left ear.
"How are you, Blakie? I hope you're doing okay after what happened at the Kortz Center and me losing a hand, also an arm… but my niece's body. Somehow, I'm losing my career, thanks to Davey and even your so called friends, family, and player boyfriend. But I'm willing to leave out of your life with your mother, if you do me one favor… I can see how you don't like being around Trevor Philips. The FIB was after him, when Davey and the coroner's office said that he's dead. But now… I want you to make it come true. I want you to kill Trevor Philips, for the way he fuck my ex-fiancce and change my so called stepdaughter. But I don't worry about them now, I only care about is your mother. Kill Philips for me, and I will leave you alone for now on."
Now, Blake know that Haines want her to kill Trevor, but will she do it in order to have true freedom? Who will she listened to now? Macey or Steve? What will happen now?
The Big Score mission is the next chappie, so get ready for the big and final heist that the Unholy Trinity will face off, in order to be in retirement as bank robbers with bars of gold?