Roland Brown is a interesting character.. He's arguably a better criminal than he is a cop.. His gunfight skills are low, but as a hacker, he's just as good a Paige Harris.. It kinda makes you wonder about what his past life was..
THREE YEARS EARLIER:
We are finally introduced to Pinkie Lancer, well more perspifically to her adoptive brother Lazlo Jones, a hasbin former celrebrity turned cokehead, who conned money from Michael himself. Unfortunately for him, Michael used Lester to track Lazlow down to a old apartment. Where a drunk Michael confronts him, slurring his words while pointing a M1911 Pistol.
"What's all the yelling about?" Pinkie asked, coming out of her bedroom tiredly. Revealing she and Lazlow are in fact roommates. She has red hair and pale white skin, and light blue eyes. She doesn't wear makeup and often wearing a grey hoodie and jeans.
"It wasn't me! It was Pinkie! Pinkie robbed you!" Lazlow immediately cowards out, revealing himself to be a dirty coward. To the point it actually catches Pink off guard despite already knowing he's a coward. But this was a new level.
Michael was too drunk to think clearly and instead turned the gun onto Pinkie, but a younger Carly ran out and stopped him, having followed Michael as she knew he was up to something. "Dad, no, he's throwing her under the bus!" she cried, having overheard everything.
"So it 'was' you." Michael slurred, referring to Lazlow.
"Yes dad, but don't kill him." Carly said, and ended up taking Pinkie out somewhere, feeling bad for her.
"Nobody had ever stood up for me like that." Pinkie admitted while Carly walked them over to a nearby BurgerShot, this universe's version of McDonalds or BurgerKing.
"Well I don't like bullies, now pick what you want, it's on me." Carly smiled, Pinkie gave an awkward one back, she never had much of a social life, so is clearly nervous. Carly notices this and comfortingly pats her saying she'll order for her if she's too shy. Pinkie doesn't know what to say, so just says she wants number 5, Carly telling her to find a seat.
It's moments like this which led to Pinkie's secret bisexual crush on Carly, as it's been a long time since anyone was that nice to her.
BACK TO PRESENT:
Michael walks over to the group, acting as group leader.
"Alright, everyone listen up.. We all know why we're here, we have a score to take. The plan, is simple. Things go good, we can all make buck.. Anyone gets pinched, your on your own, we don't know you, this conversation never happened. But that shouldn't be a problem, as there shouldn't be any witnesses long as the gas works.. Here's how it goes. Carly goes first, she throws the gas and gives us the signal.. We bash the glass and grab the jewels.. While we do so, she gets the bikes and- Wait, you did memeraize an escape right?"
"Yep, got the right kind of bikes and the route is memorized." Carly explained
"Good.. Anyone have questions?" Michael asked.
Silence.
"No? Alright than, let's go." He responded before everyone walked downstairs and outside.
"Roland, you stay here. From this point on, your taking orders from Lester there. He'll answer any questions you have."
"Understood." Roland said, still on the couch.
"Good.. The rest you, follow me." Michael said, heading down the stairs to exit. Where they all climb into a van.
"Alright, everyone listen up. There are four of us in this van. We're about to be accomplishes in a major crime. So it's best we get to know each other a little more. So let us introduce ourselves.. Me first, I'm Michael, Michael De Santa. I've done this kinda thing before, and I made good money doing it. Enough to spend a long time not doing it. Let's just say, I have my connections. So stick with me and I promise your not only be rich, but safe. Got it?.. Alright. Who's next?"
"Yeah I'm Franklin man, Franklin Clinton, and I'm new to this kinda thing. I've done my share of small jobs, you know? Drug stores. Boosting cars. That kinda thing. But than I met Michael here, and he turned me on to this kinda thing."
"Alright, Carly your turn." Michael said.
"Hello gentlemen, I'm Caroline, but everyone just calls me Carly. Far as I remember I've always just done what dad here tells me. But not out of blind obedience, but simple loyalty. Loyalty means everything. But not just to him, but to my friends. Espically Pinkie. She feels so innocent. Least compared to the rest of us."
"Yeah, I suppose she does... Alright newbie, your next." Michael said, referring to Packie.
"Packie McCreary of Dukes, in God's own, Liberty City. I came to LS seeking fame and fortune, and instead I found boredom and idiots. You wanna hear 'bout my old life, your the first ones out here that do. Everyone talks about who they are, or who they wanna be. They sure as shit don't care about people like me. City full of cokeheads without the coke. I swear they put something that kale juice."
"Uhh, Packie came to me though his own recommendation. This job is his chance to prove himself." Michael replied.
The four arrive outside the jewelry store, Carly going out first.
"Alright kid, get up there, throw it, and tell us when it's done." Michael said, throwing her the knockout gas. Turns out Seras only gave him the one can anyway. The dufflebag was just to hide it.
"I got it, don't worry." Carly said, as Michael tosses her bike helmet as well, which Carly was ordered to keep. They both knew why, so she made sure if was a face hiding one.
Michael drives away and Carly puts on the helmet as she sneaks her way to the roof, which is fortunately already empty anyway. Once she reaches the ventilation chimney, she wastes no time immediately throwing on in.
"It's done." Carly radioed the others.
"Alright good, now make your way down and get the bikes. We're do the rest." Michael radioed back.
"Copy that." Carly replied, and starts doing so.
Meanwhile in the store, the gas slowly creeps though the vents, like a silent killer. Almost immediately upon contact, it already starts knocking everyone inside unconscious.
"Alright boys, masks up." Michael said from outside, putting on his gas mask. Franklin and Packie follow suit. And with that they burst in, free to roam around at will.
Roland Brown: Mike, you have 90 seconds before the alarm will go off. So don't waste time in there.
"90 seconds?! Damn kid, your worth the 10 percent.. Alright boys we got more than enough time to clean them out long, so get to it." Michael said, before smashing one of the glasses himself, and taking the jewels and putting them in the same dufflebag Seras gave him. Suggesting she might of even gave it to him on purpose.
Once the building is cleared, the 3 run outside, where a traffic warden is hassling Carly to move the bikes.
"... So for the last time, move it!"
"Man, fuck off." Carly cried annoyedly, wearing the helmet to cover face. As she knew that was the exact reason she was told to keep it.
Michael crept up behind the guy, headlocks him and throws him to the ground, saying what is possibly one of the coolest lines you can give to a witness. His gas mask used to sheild his face.
"We forget a thousand things every day pal. Make sure this one of them."
The man is visably shaken, as he lays there not responding.
"Your up kid." Michael said to Carly, taking off dufflebag and putting it on her as she sits on her choosen dirt bike. Which was the ones she spoke of earlier, when she said she had the proper ones.
"See you at the river. Go!" Michael said, and he runs off. Returning to the van and stealthly speeds off as the cops are distracted by Carly and the other two are they also speed off. Carly was also wearing the pest control clothes likes the others.
"Okay, follow me! And stay close!" Carly ordered, and she drives ahead, as the other two follow behind her. "Jump ahead, prepare yourselves!" she said before they jump from the higher road to the lower one below, and from there she drives into a large tunnel that has dirty water, exactly as planned.
"Keep going!" Carly cried.
"I didn't know why we had dirt bikes, now I see this dirt, and it makes sense!" Packie cried.
"Yep, best bikes for the path!" Carly said back.
The crew eventually ends up at the Los Santos River into a pack of awaiting police cars. Michael arrives in time, and crashes into the police car to forcibly stop them.
Once the police attention has been lost, the crew are finally in the clear, and they head back to Lester's to celebrate a successful score.
$2,500,000 will then go to Martin Madrazo, giving him his money back.