A still drunk Dash winds up driving over the Franklin's and Sally's big house, after ringng the doorbell, Sally opens it and Dash literary fall into the house. ''D -Dash.'' Sally said, quickly ziping up her unzipped hoodie, as she had no t-shirt underneath. Dash picks herself up, stumbling into the house, drunkenly slurring about how she killed Stretch. ''You what!?'' Sally cried in shock.

''Y -Yeah, nob- (hiccup) Nobody fucks with.. Nobody.'' Dash said, Sally stopping her from falling onto her face. ''God, it's just like high school again.'' Sally mumbled, referring to how drunk Dash is, even making Dash puke out the window so least it won't be inside the house.

''How much did she have?'' Franklin asked, helping to hold her up.

''The usual probably.'' Sally replied, Dash puking out the window again, Sally telling Franklin he may wanna get some air freshener, Frank goes to do so when suddenly there's another knock on the front door., he opens to find Devin Weston. ''Hey slick, it's me!'' Devin cried. This leads to Devin giving Franklin sadistic choice speech, either kill Trrevor, kill mike, or take the 3rd way. All while acting extra cheesy, and treating it like a game show.

'Beep, beep, and your answer is...''

Suddenly Devin is shot though the side of the head. 'Jesus!'' Franklin cried in fright over the sudden noise.

''He picks C.'' The still drunk Dash said, and stumbles onto his couch, dropping the Glock17 she fired at Devin.

''So.. Guess we're calling Mike and Trevor.'' Sally said nervously.

''Yeah.'' Franklin agreed, and suddenly he dodges when Devin's bodyguards shoot at him, Sally shoots them dead for him, using the pistol Dash dropped.

The next day, Franklin, Sally, and the now sober Dash go to the Foundry, though he leaves the girls to watch outside, in place of Lamar.

Just as planned, Merryweather and FIB arrive, and a large shootout endures. After surviving the bloody gunfight, Trevor goes after Steve, sniping him while he's on a farris wheel. And Franklin and Sally take out Wei Chang. Taking out two birds, as turned out Pete Vance was there two, and managed to also get taken out when they blow up the cars.

Was gonna make his death more epic orginally. But considering Pete seemed to find a way to avoid all the battles leading up to here, he was probably a coward actually.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER;

CIA agent, Willis Huntley, is in his New Jersey office. Smoking a cigar and wearing a grey suit like Michael's. He always wears glasses on, he even wears them in his office. Like the classic CIA cliche. On a small box tv, he is seen watching Dave do Steve's while Willis sits at hiss desk.

"A whole 5 minutes without mocking the CIA.. Impressive Norton."

Two agents walk in.

"What is it Harry?" Willis asked the one with the shaved head.

"We got a call from San Andrea.. Steve Heines was found dead." Harry told him.

Willis pauses, taking a large smoke of his cigar.

"Well. Somebody better pick up that phone." Willis said, his desk chair facing away from Harry and the other man.

"Phone sir?" Asked the second officer.

Willis spins the chair around saying, "cause I fucking called it!"

"I know you don't like him man. But we have to arrest his killer.. And we know the FIB and IAA would be more interested in dick measuring contests, than doing any actual work." Harry replied.

"A good point.. Any news on Lancer?" Willis asked dryly.

"We don't know." Harry admitted.

"Well I guess we're stick to Steve.. If we find his killer and act all concerned, maybe we're get a better building." Willis said, digging though his desk, pulling out silver M1911, and putting it in a holster hidden by hs suit.

"Get a good sleep.. We leave tomorrow morning." Willis said, throwing away the cigar.

Yeah, I'm going with that Willis bit again..