Chapter 9: Casino Heist
Trevor sat in his office, he was cleaning his guns. Franklin and Michael walked in, Trevor looked up at them. "Are you okay?" Michael asked Trevor. "Are you okay?" Trevor mocked Michael. "Fuck no, I ain't okay! And those fuckin wops are really not gonna be okay!" Trevor replied. "Trevor, you been green lit by the mob. You can't take them out." Franklin told Trevor. "We beat the federal government, a private army, and a cartel. Don't tell me we cannot beat these goons." Trevor replied. "So, what's the plan?" Michael asked Trevor. "Their payday comes from the casino, I've been talking of robbing it for awhile. But, I don't have the help. I got Steph and Packie, but I need more muscle." Trevor replied. "Fuck it, I'm in." Franklin told Trevor. Michael sighed, he looked at them both. "I'm in too." Michael added in. The door opened, in walked Stephanie and Packie. Both wearing casino croupier uniforms. "So are we." Packie told them. Trevor nodded, he looked at Michael.
Lester walked in the door, he was still using a cane and his health was still deteriorating. "Mo, you got what I need?" Trevor asked Lester. Lester pulled out some cards and handed them to Packie and Steph. "I hacked into the casino database, I managed to make some fully functioning ID cards. They'll get you in the back where the vault is, now Trevor has secured a van so we can transport the money. Once you get the cash and get clear, drop the take off at the air strip in Sandy Shores." Lester explained to them. "What happens with the money then?" Franklin asked Lester. "After we get our cuts, the rest of the money will be passed around and washed until it gets deposited into the club's account." Lester replied. "Okay, let's do this." Packie told them. They all walked out back, Packie and Steph got into a black Stanier and drove off, Trevor, Michael, and Franklin got in the Casino's armored van. Franklin got behind the wheel, and drove off.
Packie and Steph pulled into the underground parking garage of the casino, Steph noticed the garage bay door in the back of the parking lot. "That's where the money is loaded into the truck." Steph told Packie. "Okay, let's go in. Work a little bit, play it cool. Then we'll go in the back and let them in." Packie told Steph. They walked to the elevator, they got in and rode up the floor. They got out of the elevator and looked around, the place was ablaze with lights and slot machines going off. Several patrons were drinking, smoking, and gambling. An Ancelotti goon wearing a suit approached them. "Haven't seen you two before. You new?" He asked them. "Yeah, we're temps. We're covering a shift." Stephanie replied. "Okay, well. The blackjack dealer just went to break. How about you go fill in?" He asked Steph. "Sure." Steph replied. She walked over to the blackjack table, the goon looked at Packie. "Take the bucket by the bar, go to the closed down slot machine over there and get the money out of it." He told Packie. "Got a key?" Packie asked him. The goon handed the keys to Packie, who in turn did what he was told.
Franklin drove the van to the casino, he parked a block away and spoke into his headset. "Eh, we at the spot. Come let us in." He told them. "In a few, we're busy." Packie replied. Meanwhile, Packie had finished cleaning out the slot machines. He took the full bucket of quarters and walked to the backroom door. The security guard looked at him. "Got a full bucket there?" He asked Packie. "Yeah, I figured I'd take it to the coin drop and take my break." Packie replied. "Alright." The guard said before stepping aside. Packie used his card to gain access to the backroom, Stephanie watched him as he walked through the door. The blackjack dealer came to the table and looked at her. "You're good, I'm back." He told her. "Alright, I'm gonna go to break." Stephanie replied. She walked to the door and used her card to go through, she walked downstairs to the garage.
Packie took the change to the coin drop off, after he dumped the coins in the bin he put the bucket down. He walked to the room where the vault was, he took cover behind the wall and peaked around the corner. Two guards were guarding the vault, he whistled which caught one of the guard's attention. He looked at his buddy. "I'm gonna check that out." He told the other guard. "I've disabled the surveillance cameras in the building, you should have an easier time cleaning them out." Lester's voice said through the headset. The guard walked around the corner, where Packie put him in a sleeper hold. The guard passed out, and Packie took the silenced pistol in the guards pants. He peaked around the corner and aimed his pistol, shooting the other guard in the head.
Stephanie walked into the garage, she used her key card to open the doors. Franklin drove the van inside, and backed up to the loading bay. "We're in, is the coast clear at the vault?" Franklin asked Packie. "We're clear boys, let's load em up." Packie replied. Trevor, Michael, and Franklin got out of the truck. All three carried automatic rifles with silencers, Trevor handed one to Stephanie. "Let's go." Trevor told them. They made their way to the vault, Trevor grabbed a sticky bomb and put it on the vault door. "When this goes off, the shit is gonna hit the fan. Be locked and loaded and ready to grab the cash." Trevor told them. "Got it." Michael replied. Trevor detonated the bomb, which blew the vault door to pieces. They all ran inside, they took the duffel bags off their backs and loaded them up with as much cash as they could carry. Packie stood guard, he heard footsteps and yelling. "They're here ladies and gentlemen! Rock N Roll!" Packie screamed.
The crew cleaned out the vault, they all ran back outside and prepared for the firefight. "Get them you dickheads!" A female's voice screamed. Packie recognized the voice, but didn't say a word. The crew fought off the waves of guards and goons that came their way, they advanced through the corridors on their way to the armored truck. Packie hid in a room, Michael saw what happened. "What the fuck is he doing?" Michael asked everyone. "I don't know, but he better not make off with his bag." Trevor replied. They continued to shoot their way back to the garage, they reached the truck and unloaded the cash inside of it. "Packie, where the fuck are you?" Trevor asked through the headset. Packie was hiding in the room, he waited until he saw Gracie Ancelotti walking down the corridor and to the vault. Packie jumped out and grabbed her by the waist and held his pistol to her head. "Hello, sweetheart. Remember me?" He asked her. He dragged Gracie, kicking and screaming, through the corridor and to the truck.
Packie reached the truck with Gracie, who was screaming and shouting obscenities. "Look what I found, boys." Packie told them. "Who the fuck is this?" Trevor asked Packie. "Old man Ancelotti's daughter. I figure we take her a bit for leverage." Packie replied. "You motherfuckers won't get away with this, my father will hunt you down and kill all of you assholes!" Gracie screamed. Packie hit her in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking her out. "Night night." He told her. "Put her in the truck." Trevor told Packie. He put her in the back of the truck, and got in with Trevor and Stephanie. Franklin drove out of there, they drove out of the city and to Sandy Shores. There Lester was waiting, he was sitting in a chair and watched the truck pull up. Franklin parked the truck, they all got out. "Did you get the cash?" Lester asked them. "Yeah, and a bonus." Trevor replied. He pulled Gracie out of the truck and carried her on his shoulders. "Is that who I think it is?" Lester asked Trevor. "Ancelotti's daughter." Trevor replied. "Are you fucking nuts?" Lester asked Trevor. "Right now, she's a bargaining chip. Maybe we can get rid of the green light." Trevor replied. "Okay, whatever. Just keep me out of it." Lester told him. Lester's man took the truck and drove off. Trevor put Gracie in the back of an SUV and got behind the wheel, he looked at the rest of the crew. "A few days in my hospitality and we'll see what happens." Trevor told them. Trevor drove off, leaving the rest of the crew.