Chapter 5: Ancelotti Money
Franklin walked out his home in Vinewood Hills, he saw his newly washed motorcycle that he washed the night before. He mounted the bike and started it up, he rode down the street coming off the hills into Rockford Hills. He drove through Los Santos, and into Strawberry. He rode up in front of The Vanilla Unicorn and parked his bike, he walked towards the entrance when Trevor come out holding a drunken patron. "Get the fuck outta here!" He shouted as he threw the man to the ground. Franklin looked down at the drunk then at Trevor. "He in there causing trouble?" Franklin asked Trevor. "He felt up Infernus as she gave him a lap dance. Fucker even fondled her pussy." Trevor replied. "Glad to see you standing up for your girls." Franklin told Trevor. "Hey, what kind of boss would I be if I didn't?" Trevor asked in response. Trevor and Franklin walked in the building, and to the office.
They walked through the door and Franklin closed it. Trevor grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and handed one to Franklin. "So, why did you call me out here?" Franklin asked him. "A score." Trevor replied. "A score? Trevor, we're rich. We don't need to be doing this shit anymore." Franklin told Trevor. "This is a way of life for me, and it's a big score. We are gonna rob the mafia." Trevor replied. "The mob? For real?" Franklin asked Trevor. "The Ancelotti Family have moved here, they've opened a casino in East Los Santos. They have a truck moving the cash, they run twice a day to the bank." Trevor explained. "So, we rob the truck?" Franklin asked Trevor. "Exactly, I plan on investing in a club in Vespucci with Michael and Stephanie as partners. I don't want to use my own money, so we're using the Ancelotti's." Trevor replied. "How are we gonna do it? And does Michael know?" Franklin asked Trevor. "Michael is retired, he can go play his little golf, and his little tennis, and go shoot his lame ass movies while WE do the real work." Trevor replied. "Fuck it, I'm in." Franklin said.
The two walked out and got into a van, Franklin got behind the wheel and Trevor rode shotgun. "Drive to Murrieta Heights." Trevor told Franklin. Franklin started driving, Trevor turned on the radio and turned the station to Channel X which was playing "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. "The armored truck is due to a route through East LS to the casino. It picks up the cash and drives it to the bank. We're gonna stop the truck and steal everything inside." Trevor told Franklin. "Okay, man. Aren't you worried about this coming back on us? The mob ain't nothing to mess with." Franklin asked Trevor. "We'll be fine." Trevor replied. Franklin continued driving, he reached an alleyway and parked the van facing the street. "Okay, he's due to come through this way with the money any second now. We're gonna tail him a bit and then stop his van when we're a safe distance away." Trevor told Franklin. "Okay, just say the word." Franklin replied.
The armored van passed them by, Trevor spotted it right away. "There it is. Go." Trevor told Franklin. Franklin followed the van, they kept on it's tail. When Trevor decided the time was right, he looked at Franklin. "Cut em' off." Trevor told Franklin. Franklin passed up the armored van, he blocked it's route and parked. The van stopped, the driver got out with a carbine rifle in his hand. "What are you doing?" He asked Trevor who was approaching him. Trevor grabbed the rifle out of the man's arms, and hit him with the stock. "We're taking you for every cent you have." Trevor replied. Two mobsters got out of the back of the van, they were armed with shotguns. Trevor took them out before they knew what hit them, he then walked to the back of the van. The van was full of money, all bundled and bagged up. Trevor walked back to the driver. "I don't leave witnesses." Trevor told him. He raised the rifle, and aimed at the driver. "Hold up, man." Franklin told Trevor. "He's a civilian." Franklin said. "He's a witness." Trevor replied. "If we let you go, you gonna keep this to yourself?" Franklin asked him. "Yeah, yeah." The driver replied. Trevor sighed in an irritated tone. "Fine, get outta here." Trevor told the man. The man nodded and ran away.
Franklin got behind the wheel of the armored van, Trevor got in the back with the money. "Where we going?" Franklin asked Trevor. "My storage garage in Pillbox Hill, I got an investor coming by to pick it up." Trevor replied. Franklin drove through Los Santos, he made it to Pillbox Hill where he parked outside Trevor's garage. Trevor got out of the van, he opened the garage door and Franklin drove inside and parked. Trevor opened up a bag full of money, he pulled out several stacks and handed them to Franklin. "Here's your cut, kid. You know, you should invest too. Give you more of a legitimate income." Trevor told Franklin. "In the club you mean?" Franklin asked Trevor. "Well, the club already as more hands in it then there needs to be. But there's a recording studio in Vinewood, that sounds more like your style." Trevor replied. "I'll look into it." Franklin told Trevor. Franklin noticed he was without a vehicle and Trevor had several in the garage. "Eh, man. Mind if I take a ride to get my bike?" Trevor asked Franklin. "Sure, take something and leave it at strip club." Trevor replied. Franklin got in the Super GT that was parked and left the garage.