(A/N: Yara's side of the story might involve explosions, today.)

Cue Opening Theme: Senpai Gone Love It - Oregairu vs. Jay Rock feat. Kendrick Lamar

TWG:R

~Endless Possibilities Arc~

Chapter 26: Yara's Side of Saturday

Los Santos

Saturday

Driving away from the tavern in her personal car, she was in a good mood having money to spend. Tempting as it was to go shopping for some new clothes, she decided to be practical. She needed a new place. Her apartment was good, but she wanted another place elsewhere to have more garage space. She decided with the money, she was going to buy a house. As she drove, her mini-map blipped with a blue dot.

"May as well." Yara said, turning her car to follow where her map would lead her.

[Random Event: Drug Vehicle 1]

She found herself in a parking lot near Chico's Hypermarket, and she saw two punks near a camo colored Patriot. One was on the phone talking to another about the drugs being stolen from the Families, and Yara knew what she had to do. She drove by emptying a clip from her Micro-SMG making sure it was all aimed at their upper bodies and heads.

The two bodies hit the ground before Yara got out her phone to call someone. She would be interrupted by a text message from Nora giving her a short message and a number to call to which she did.

"I believe I have something of yours that was stolen from you recently." Yara said.

"Nah, it actually belongs to another set in the Families that we are sadly beefing with, but I will take it off your hands. Drop it off at On the Bone at Forum Drive, and you'll be paid. I'd hurry though." Vernon said before hanging up.

Yara decided to call for assistance and in two minutes, a cab arrived, dropping off Ruth.

"You rang?" Ruth said.

"I need you to play defense and drive my car." Yara said, giving her the keys before closing the trunk of the Patriot. "I need to drop this car off to the Families."

She got in the Patriot as Ruth got in Yara's car not even bothering with the bodies before they drove away. With the communication line up, Ruth asked where they were heading to.

"On the Bone. Families turf." Yara said tersely.

"Damn, you should have called Jabari. He's in the turf, right now. I think he might be at that deli now." Ruth mused.

~TWG:R~

Jabari came to find the state of the Families in an odd face. Grove Street was now Ballas turf, but considering what became of the GSF…he doubted they would care all too much. Many of the members were rather curious about him as they were having lunch at the Forum Drive butcher and deli, On the Bone.

"It's kinda weird to see a tattoo showing a relic of the past…or to see how a person reminds you of it." Gerald said as he ate his sandwich.

"So you're the son of one of the biggest traitors in the Families' history." Franklin said in disbelief.

"One of them. I have two half siblings. Seems my paranoid sperm donor wanted to make sure that was something left of him." Jabari said as Vernon nodded in understanding. "But whatever, I ended up in a better place with the Grove that left LS."

"The group that became CEOs and all that shit." Lamar said as people rolled their eyes.

"I mean, he ain't wrong. They simply have better stakes in Fiero and Venturas, though they are based out of Fiero." Jabari mused. "But I came to get to the roots with my girlfriends."

"Girlfriends?" Franklin said, raising an eyebrow.

"I have two, we're a throuple. And I was traveling around the States with them in a van. Scooby-Doo like shit." Jabari said as he finished his soda.

"You're shitting us." Gerald said as Jabari shook his head. "How?"

"Would it help that one of them is bi?" Jabari said as everyone was staring at them in disbelief.

Even the deli workers.

"They white?" One of them asked.

"100 say they white." Lamar said.

"Bullshit, no way they white." Vernon said.

"I don't… I ain't know no black woman willing to share." Franklin said as Jabari simply got out his phone.

She showed them a photo and Lamar whooped.

"Called it." Lamar said. "Where my hundred at, nigga?"

"You're kidding me…what is the fat one bi?" Vernon said, throwing Lamar the $100 bill.

"No, the skinnier one." Jabari said as Vernon gave him a flat out. "What?"

"Oi, how white those bitches are?" The deli worker asked from afar.

"Blue-eyed blondes." Lamar said.

"Damn!" The deli worked exclaimed.

The door opened as Yara came in with Ruth.

"Vernon. I got your package." Yara said as Ruth came up with Jabari.

"Hey babe." Jabari said as Ruth hugged him. "Where's Molly?"

"Cab driving." Ruth said.

Vernon handed over the payment marking this mission complete.

[Random Event Complete! +$10,000 +2000RP]

As Yara left the deli, Vernon was loading the drugs into another car.

"Before you go, I need you to do one tiny favor…get rid of the car." Vernon said as Yara nodded.

Yara went back in.

"Before I forgot. Here, pay for helping me." Yara said, giving her four grand and the cars to the Patriot. "Keep the Patriot and I suggest getting it resprayed…probably now."

"Right." Ruth said as Yara took her keys for her own car back. "See ya."

Yara strode out as Lamar commented on it's hard to get a read on Yara. Yara drove away as her phone rang and she saw it was Lester. She put it on her car speaker.

"Mr. Crest." Yara said formally.

"You know Levin, you could call me Lester. Regardless, I got a job in mind. I was going to give to Isaribi, but I realized you could use some experience working under me. Plus divide and conquer with these jobs." Lester said. "If you accept."

"How much is the pay?" Yara asked.

"20 grand if you go solo, but it'll drop by 5 grand depending on if you're going with friends. You can only bring up to five with you before you hit the minimum of 10 grand." Lester said as Yara accepted. "Excellent. I assume you've heard of Merryweather Security? Those warmongers for hire making billions in the Middle East? Well, now they're trying to expand their domestic operations. Some associates of mine are prepared to pay top dollar for a Titan transport plane if it can be relieved from Merryweather's protection at Los Santos International. Get into the airport and stay out of restricted airspace. The buyers are waiting at Sandy Shores Airfield."

[A Titan of a Job]

"Lester, I need some help to get some property. A house, preferably. Could you look into if any houses are on sale or something?" Yara asked.

"I'll look into it." Lester said before hanging up.

Yara arrived at her apartment's garage to store her car before calling Bellic Enterprises West for a cab. She went up to her apartment to change to a black ProLaps logo t-shirt under a blue Cervis hoodie, blue track pants, and white sneakers. She tied a blue bandana around her head before putting on a pair of blue Broker shades and black fingerless gloves before going outside.

A black Cavalcade rolled up as Yara got in the backseat where Hieu was driving.

"Welcome aboard, Ms. Levline. Where to?" Hieu asked.

"Los Santos International Airport, I marked the location on my GPS." Yara said as he began driving.

Noticing the skip option on the System, she hit it, finding herself now right near the gate to the hangar and now missing 50 bucks as she stumbled out. Hieu drove off as Yara came up to see the person in the booth napping before sneaking past. Not too far, she noticed a Merryweather merc near a Merryweather branded Canis Mesa. The merc was finishing up a chat with someone before putting the phone away only to get knocked out by a swing of Yara's bat. He went down like a sack of potatoes before she took the car and his ammo. She drove near the hangar to see there were a lot of men. Her radar showed more than thirty, and noticed a truck in the way of the plane. She could have gone quiet on the approach, but a twisted grin formed on her face seeing that the windows were tinted. She simply drove into the hangar and parked the car inside. She sat in the car and watched. She noticed a merc, a female one who looked to be the leader, had a look of panic.

"Look, I need to use the bathroom. That food doesn't agree with me…"

The woman was moving towards Yara before the girl slipped out of the car right as the woman came in. The moment she drove away, Yara threw the bat into the skull of the mook she was speaking with. It was a simple matter of slicing the man's throat, taking his uniform, and his sticky bombs to secretly plan on the vehicles in the hangar. She was whistling 'California Girls' as she did, getting into the Titan with no one none the easier. She got the pilot's chair, leaned back, and had the sticky bombs detonate to listen to the sounds of explosions and screams. With that she started up the plane, and got to flying it right out of the runaway.

"Suckers." Yara said proudly.

That woman who left, finally got off the toilet looking sick only to find the hangar a complete mess with no plane.

"What the fuck happened?"

The man who was knocked out earlier came up as his superior officer clearly looked angry despite looking unwell.

"Don't look at me…I was…um…yeah I might have been knocked out."

The woman screamed only to clutch her stomach as it seems she was not done emptying her bowels just yet.

~TWG:R~

It took near an hour, but she made it to the airfield before landing the plane on the yellow marquee. Her phone rang as she answered to tell Lester that she got it.

"Not bad at all, pay's been transferred. And about your request, there's a house on sale. I emailed you the link." Lester said. "Now I suggest you leave the airfield for my clients to pick up their product."

[A Titan of a Job - Mission Complete! +$20,000 +500 RP]

She got out of the plane going on her phone to check that email. She looked upon the link sent to see the house in the hills. 2874 Hillcrest Avenue. She looked to the price tag to see it was 285 grand, nearly half off the price. She immediately purchased it and was now a proud homeowner.

There was just one problem. How was she going to get home when in the middle of nowhere?

"Shit!" Yara snapped.

Current Stats

Yara - $789,499 - Current Weapons: Brass Knuckles, Switchblade, Baseball Bat, Dual Pistol, Dual AP Pistol (Platinum/Extended Clip/Glided), Pump Shotgun, Dual Micro-SMG, SMG, Assault Rifle, Carbine Rifle, Sniper Rifle, Rocket Launcher, Minigun, Molotov Cocktails

[PV: Buccaneer Custom, PB: Bati 801RR/Custom]

(Current Tattoos: Custom (Upper Back))

Owned Businesses: Reflex Nails ($2000/day), On Thin Ice ($5000/day)