Michael and Pinkie arrive outside of the North Yankton airport. "Alright, we're take a cab to the graveyard, and hopefully the driver won't ask questions on why." Michael said, the two of them already changed into winter clothes. Pinkie has a grey Beanie hat as well.

Only gun they managed to sneak successfully though security without checking bags was Pinkie's revolver, which Michael took from her saying he's gonna be needing it. "I only have the 6 bullets, so be careful." Pinkie said. Michael nodes and opens the gunwheel to examine the six bullets.

"Before we go. Can we stop for dinner?" Pinkie asked.

"I told you to eat on the plane." Michael replied, somewhat annoyed as he lights a cigar as they wait for the cab to arrive.

"They only had fish, I hate fish." Pinkie admitted.

"Fine, get some burgershot over there, I'll hold the cab for you, but don't be long." Michael said, pointing at a nearby airport Burgershot. Pinke nodes and heads to it, checking her cash. She has at least 40 dollars on her for cash. Rest was put in her bank and she left her debit card in a safe at the apartment, as well as other important belongings she didn't want to risk bringing.

The two cab'd over to the graveyard, and Michael tiped the driver who drives off. Pinkie finishes her burger, guess she was a slow eater, or it was a quick ride, either way she threw the trash into a trashcan.

They find Trevor already digging up Michael's grave.

"Hey, your wasting your time." Michael said, approaching with Pinkie.

"That why you two flew out here, huh? To tell me I'm wasting me time?" Trevor responded annoyedly.

"Go ahead, dig it up. I don't give a shit." Michael said dryly.

"Yeah, that's what you look like. A guy that doesn't give a shit!" Trevor cried.

"There's nothing there, Trevor!" Pinkie replied

"Don't believe him Pinkie, he's a liar!" Trevor cried.

"No he's not." Pinkie insisted.

"Oh yeah.. Tell me sweetheart, he tell you about Kim? Kim Lancer!?" Trevor cried.

"Who?" Pinkie asked, having not been told.

"N Nobody" Michael responded nervously. Making Pinkie suspicious. But before she has time to drull on that, Trevor bursts open the coffen finding Brad, further angering him.

"Aahh! As if I didn't know.. Brad!" Trevor yelled, pointing at the corpse in the coffin.

"Look.. We all do what we gotta do to survive, this thing, it didn't go as planned." Michael said.

"And how's that!? With Brad in the pan and me in the ground? Or both of us in the fucking coffen!?"

"Brad got shot, you saw it! He didn't make it. I got shot I did, th -that's it!" Michael cried, Pinkie stays quick in the background.

"Bullshit Michael, you set us up didn't you! The fuck were you gonna tell Carly.. What, that uncle T was a loose end!?"

"You were getting out of control Trevor! I've got a fucking family. We were all gonna die, he 'did' die!" Michael explained.

"You rupterian mother-FUCKER!" Trevor screamed and draws his standard Pistol, Michael has Pinkie's revolver and the two are both drawn on each other.

"I didn't want it to come to this." Michael said, holding her small revolver. Pinkie is visably nervous from behind him.

"Guys, calm down." Pinkie said nervously, espically as she's unarmed. Didn't even bring a swiss blade as she knew the security would find and take it.

"Shut up, Pinkie!" Trevor shouted in heat of the moment.

"Trevor, please." Pinkie said nervously.

"There they are!" Came a sudden voice, and suddenly came gunfire, one of them knocking down Pinkie hitting her right in the hip, Michael leaps into cover while Trevor flees.

Michael pulls the wounded Pinkie behind the tomb he was using for cover.

"Phillps, Amber, your coming with us!" Steve cried, several of Wei Chang's men around him. He's probably the only member of Pete's men that came to the graveyard. Not that Pete has too many men left anyway, Tommy and Angelie killed most of them when they saved Sadie.

"Whoa, whoa, you've got the wrong people!" Michael cried.

"There over here!" Steve shouts to the chinese soldiers, even showing an ability to speak chinese. Which is probably why Pete left him in charge.

"You good?" Michael asked Pinkie. "Yeah just kinda scatched me." Pinkie replied, putting snow on her wound.

"Good, stay close." Michael said, shooting at a chinese soldier who came up to them, killing him. Pinkie grabs the AK47 off him. Handing her back her revolver despite only having 4 bullets left. Pinkie ends up wasting them when she tries shooting another at Steve who ran off. Michael shoots at more approaching chinese soldiers, and roloads it as quickly as he can. Pinkie finds finds another dropped AK47 and uses it best she can. Still not perfect with machine guns. But she's much better than she was when Trevor dragged her into her first gunfight, and can at least aim it properly and actually hit a few of them.

"Come on boys, can't we do this where the weather's better!?" Michael cried as the two make their way though the graveyard, fighting more men.

"We coulda teamed up!" Michael cried midbattle. Shooting at more approaching men.

"Trevor Philips went that way! He's getting away!" Pinkie added in shortly after, shooting at a approaching van, Michael helps once Pinkie has to reload.

More vans come, much to Michael's sarcastic joy, but the two manage to kill all the goons inside.

Eventually they reach the car, the train blocks another approaching van. Forcing it to drive off.

"If you were local, you'd know the trainroute, haha!" Michael mocked.

The two get into the car Trevor left behind in the heat of things, probably stole another one to get away. Both Mike and Pinkie throwing away the AK47's. But Michael finds no keys once they are inside. "Trevor.. FUCK!"

Suddenly Steve and some other men who managed to survive suddenly surround them. "You got nowhere left to go!"

"Alright, alright." Michael said, nervously surrendering. Pinkie follows his lead.

"Get out, of the fuckin' car!" Steve ordered, MicroSMG in hand.

That morning, Trevor flies back to Sandy Shores. On the way, suddenly his phone rings.

"Trevor Philips Industries." Trevor responded, by instinct more than anything else.

"Mr Phillips, this is Wei Chang."

"Oh, Tao's dad." Trevor responded.

"Yes, my friends missed you North Yankton." Wei says.

"(laughs) Was that your people? (fake chinese accent) Oh, coarse, sorry you had to chip out!"

"I was expecting to cut ties. But your business and your temperment, prevent me from, making enrolls."

"Hmm, too bad, (back to fake accent) I don't know what you can do bout dat!"

"We already have. We have your friend and lover!" Wei responded.

"... My lover?"

"Pinkie Lancer. You lived in your trailer together. And than she got a fancy apartment.. You two are obviously very close."

"(chuckles) My lover, right, sure. Whatever you say.. And keep Michael. Feel free to kill him for me." Trevor replied.

"We're serious about this, she will die! Both of them will!" Wei cried.

"Tell her, I love her dearly." Trevor said, and hangs up.