The next day Michael, now wearing a blue suit with white shirt. Reunites with an old friend of his, Lester Crest. A wheelchair bound man, who's understandably the brains not the brawn. Lester isn't surprised to see Michael is still alive and the two catch up. Mike tells Lest about his predicament and they decide a local jewelry store is their best option. Michael drives them over to it, and per Lester's instructions, Michael walks in with a pair of camera-glasses, which he uses secretly to get photos of the security cameras, alarm and the vents.

Once that's done he poses as a customer and subtly asks how expensive they are, the answer being "clarity jewels, eighteen carat gold, nine fifty platinum.". An answer that satisfies Mikey and he leaves, saying he has to think about it.

Once that's done, Mike drives up the block and climbs to the rooftops, getting photos of where the ventilation chimney is.

Once returning, Michael says he knows what to do, but they need gas. Saying he might know someone to talk to about that.


Once they set up a plan Michael says he's gonna go set up, and maybe find a grow for them to. As they didn't have one yet.

"Fine, but be quick," Lester replied.


Once outside, the first thing Michael does is call Carly.

Carly (from phone) (tired) What?

"Hey, remember that house thing.. Well long story short, I need to do a heist. And you know I don't like using you, but frankly you're the closest I have to a bike expert.. So I need you to get 3 dirt bikes, and map out the sewers, and find the quickest escape route from Rockford Jewelry. And make sure you memorize it. Because I'm afraid you're gonna have to get the getaway." Michael told me.

"On it." Carly responded.

"Good girl. And I know you've been seeing Franklin, so tell him Michael has a "job opportunity", Michael told her.

Carly: I will dad.. (hangs up)


Seras is in the station trying to read over some papers when Michael comes in. "Which one of you is Seras?"

Hearing the voice Seras looks around nervously, as the other cops whisper to themselves.

"Oh yes my, new informant, I'll handle it." Seras said, pulling him to an interrogation room as the only place with enough privacy.

"Let me guess, your Michael.": Seras said, once they are in the privacy of the room.

"That's me," he replied.

"Great, so what the hell are you doing here? You and I both know they can't find out about you." Seras said, sternly.

"I know, but I had nowhere else to turn.. I know your friends are Carly, and I need someone to get me knockout gas." Michael said.

"Gas?... Oh no, no no no, I'm not on your side, Townley, I'm a good cop." Seras said, revealing she already knows his true name. which catches him off guard, but he doesn't comment on it.

"Look I'm not asking you to rob the place, I just need 2 gas cans. Surely you have ones to spare." Michael insisted.

"Well yes I... Fine, but just this once. And remember, you didn't get it from me." Seras said.

"Coarse not, you weren't even here." Michael replied. Seras sighs and tells him to wait there and she gets two cans from a storage room, returning with them in the duffle bag.

"You get caught with this, you're on your own." she said, handing him it. Just as she's doing Roland walks in, making them both pause.

"Boss, what is this?" Roland asked.

"... (sighs) This is Michael. He needs to knock out gas." Seras groaned.

"Mean like? For a heist?" Roland asked.

"Yes, so keep your mouth shut kid. I was never here, this never happened." Michael said sternly.

"Of course." Roland said. Michael nodes and leaves the room, only for Roland to run over to him and stop him before he enters into the public area.

"Wait I.. I want in." Roland said quitely.

"In?" Michael asked, playing dumb.

"Yeah. The way you carry yourself, guys like you don't walk the walk unless they can back it up.. And I need the money." Roland said.

"I don't know, you're a cop." Michael replied.

"Exactly, and you know that going in, no surprises." Roland insisted.

Michael doesn't reply.

"Come on man, I'll owe you. I'll be your eyes on the inside." Roland insisted.

"… How much?" Michael asked after a pause.

"10 percent." Roland said he wanted more, but he also didn't want to push his luck.

"Fine.. Can you hack kid?" Michael asked. Roland nodes. "Than meet me in this location in 2 days." Michael said, handing Roland a piece of paper with an address on it. And with that, Michael takes off.

"Oh and.. It's Roland." Roland said to him, Michael simply nodes before leaving.


LATER THAT SAME EVENING:


"No car?! I thought everybody in this city had a car!" Screamed an enraged Packie McReary, who we finally reunited with after so long. He is outside a drug store with a new associate of his, Adam Harvey, a Mexican man, who by the looks of things, is very incompetent. Either way, he's just a minor character. Was just Packie's neighbor at his new house here in Los Santos.

"I said I had a plan! I never said I thought of everything!" Adam whined, but holding duffel bags full of the stolen money.

"Idiot! I knew I should have gone with Dash!" Packie growled.

"Relax.. Here comes someone now" Adam said, seeing Michael De Santa reach the area in a car.

"You! We need a getaway car!.. I'll give you a cut of our take!" Packie said to Michael.

"Sure hop in" Michael replied.


"Here we are." Michael said, stopping the car as Adam and Packie got out. They have arrived at an old part of town.

"Great, here's your take on me man. Think of me. Packie McReary, Ducks, LC." Packie said, handing him some money before running off.

"Great, I have just the job." Michael replied, checking "gunman" off the list of things to get. He calls Lester.

"Crew set Lest. I'm just getting the last few things."


SEVERAL WEEKS LATER:

Franklin is the last one to arrive at the warehouse that everyone was to meet at. He He ended up bringing along Sally, simply because she wanted to meet Michael finally, she was getting curious. Sure enough the two do indeed meet and get along almost immediately, but he says she's not needed for the mission. Evidenced by the fact that she and Roland and Lester are the only ones not dressed as Pest Control, a cover for when the gas is thrown into the vents.

"It's alright, just dropping by and-" Sally started, but stopped when she saw Packie there in the room. Recognizing him from a photo Dash sent in one of the emails. Is that.. Hang on." Sally said, and went over.

"Dammit." Packie cried annoyedly, at having lost a computer game he was playing while waiting for Mike to finish preparing.

"A -Are you Packie McCreary?" She was nervous.

"I don't sign autographs, lady" Packie said, not even bothering to look over, he was too focused.

"No, I, I'm looking for Dash." Sally said.

"She's not up for hire lady, so don't bother asking." Packie groaned, still trying to shoo her away as he didn't really want to talk right now.

"No I.. It's me. Sally." Sally replied, hoping that Packie would have the context to this. And he does, as it causes him to pause and finally look over.

"... Sally?" He asked in disbelief.

Sally nodded.

Packie pulled her into a hug, telling her any sister of Dash is a sister of his, in a comforting tone.

"I -Is she here?" Sally asked.

"She's at the house, me and her are roommates. Here I'll write it down." Packie replied, and sure enough he did just that. Sally takes it and off she goes. Even doing an Irish exit as they call it. Carly notices, but lets her go, as she overheard just enough to understand.


Personally I much prefer "loud", as I like doing it "the old fashioned way", like in the movies.. But frankly, there's no way Seras and Roland would let Michael steal a bunch of M4Carbines.. Let alone from a police van..