Chapter 69: Going Out With a Loud Bang

"Damn, I really can't believe we played this till the very end," Ruby said.

"I felt like this was such a wasted vacation," Weiss muttered, thinking about the dozen other things she could've done if she went home.

"What can you do? People somehow forgot about us and we're stuck here in Beacon under the watchful eye of Professor Gine," Yang said, "So it doesn't seem terrible."

"Makes me wonder why he's still here out of all teachers,"Blake said.

"Probably because I don't have an actual apartment," Professor Gine remarked in Blake's head. Yang played as all three characters to buy weapons and ammo. She picked Franklin last and noticed one last mission marker on the map.

"I assume that's the last mission?" Yang asked.

"It has to be," Ruby said, when Yang checked the map, she marked the location and drove towards Franklin's home. She walked in the house and the doorbell rings. Yang approached it to anser it. Franklin opened it and it was Devin was who was wearing a track jacket and shorts.

"Oh, this asshole, did he pay us yet?" Yang asked.

Devin: Hey, Slick, it's me!

Franklin: What the fuck do you want? You got my money, punk?

"Ironic calling Devin a punk when you yourself associate with gang violence from time to time," Blake remarked.

Devin: Hey, you got some coconut water or something like that?

"Is Franklin the type of person to carry that?" Weiss sighed.

Devin: I need some electrolytes. Damn, it's kinda warm, isn't it?

"Well, I don't remember raining in this country so I assume it's one of those dry continents," Blake pointed out.

Franklin: Man, you got a deathwish or somethin'. Am I supposed to kill you now?

"Please! Yang pleaded.

Devin: Oh, no, bro. Not me.

"Oh, he is still mad about Michael indirectly killing Molly," Ruby realized.

"That was Molly's fault for running in front of a plane turbine!" Weiss exclaimed.

Franklin: Nah.

Franklin walks back into the house and Devin follows.

Devin: Oh, yeah!

Franklin: But that's my boy.

Devin: (mockingly) But that's my boy. (normal voice) He has betrayed everyone he's ever known.

"Well, he hasn't pulled any shit and we help him out a lot and he helps us a lot too," Yang said.

Devin: He's got you involved with the Federal government, and he's messed up several business ventures of mine.

"To be fair, we were the ones who seeked him out," Weiss said.

"It was kinda weird that we came for him for a job because he made us crash into a window of our previous employer," Ruby said.

Devin: He has got to go. And you know what? I'd like to say that this isn't personal.

"That's the biggest lie you ever said," Blake remarked.

Devin: But it is personal.

Franklin: But the Feds, the Feds told me to kill Trevor, and I obviously can't kill 'em both.

"Just kill the Feds and Devin," Ruby suggested.

"And why not add everyone who pissed us off while we're at it?" Yang said.

Devin: The Feds. Steve Haines. Dave Norton. I own shopping malls I would not employ those two clowns in, and I made one phone call, their careers. They are over. So you're gonna, A. Listen to some fifty grand a year pension hunter, or B. A billionaire?

"Well, if it's one or the other…" Yang said, the others agree that killing Michael will be a lot more beneficial for them since Devin is rich. But it seems so out of character for Franklin to just straight up betray Michael, or even Trevor.

Devin: Who even the presidents lets finger his wife. Or C. Try and be really stupid and save those two idiot mentos of yours.

"We're for C if that's an option, I really can't see Franklin betraying these guys," Weiss said.

"Despite my personal distaste for Trevor, I agree," Blake said.

Devin: and have everybody in the Goddamn state crawling up your ass. A, B, or C? Time's ticking pal, beep. beep, beep, and your answer is?

Franklin didn't answer and opened the door for Devin to get out.

Franklin: Man, you know what? Man, fuck you.

Devin slowly jogs out.

Devin: Genius answer, pal. Total genius. But time is running. You think about it.

"We will," Yang replied.

Devin: Me? I got a triathlon coming up, and I'm deep in training. Buh-bye!

Devin jogs out of the scene.

Franklin: Man, fuck you!

Franklin pulled out his phone and three options were laid out for him. A. Kill Michael. B. Kill Trevor. C. Deathwish. There wasn't much debate as Yang picked C right away, which lead Franklin to call Lester.

"It seems proper for Franklin to always go to Lester, he's the man with the plan," Weiss said.

"I hope that tension from the last mission doesn't carry over," Ruby said.

"It most likely will," Yang said.

Lester (on the phone): Franklin.

Franklin: Lester, do. Man, we need to talk. I got a problem I need your help with. Man, actually, fuck it, man, we all got a problem you can help us with.

Lester (on the phone): Calm down, alright? Come to my house.

Franklin: Alright, alright. I'm coming.

Franklin hangs up and Yang immediately jumps on his bike and heads over to Lester. Yang arrived at Leaster's after a short drive and walked into his room.

The Third Way

Lester: What's the panic, bro?

Franklin: What the fuck do you think?

Franklin: Man, imagine the fuckin' scenario that will fuck things up for the worst.

"That's me everyday with Ruby," Weiss joked.

Lester: Boy, my mind is just racing. But you know, I don't want to say something that's really exciting and then you have to act all deflated and say "No, no, just that somebody got the same tattoo I got." So... why don't you go ahead and tell me?

"Someone wants me to kill Michael. Some other person wants me to kill Trevor. But we really can't kill them both" Ruby said.

Franklin: Some motherfucker wants me to kill Michael. Some othe rmotherfucker wants me to kill Trevor. I feel I can't kill both of 'em.

"That's exactly what I said…" Ruby muttered.

"Yeah, that pretty much simplifies it,"

Franklin: Man, I'm fucked, man. I don't know what the fuck to do right now.

Lester: Damn… Well, I can see that. Who are the motherfuckers?

Franklin: Steve Haines, this angry motherfucker from the FIB, and Devin Weston, man. You know what…

Lester: Oh, that angry rich fucker from whatever hole he hibernates in.

Franklin: Exactly.

Lester: Alright, alright. I say… kill Michael, then kill Trevor.

"Wow, even Lester has no solution for this," Yang said.

"You have two powerful individuals on your ass, you really have no choice but to follow through," Blake said.

Franklin: Man, are you for real?

Lester: You are fucked! Y'know, I-I-I don't know!

Franklin: You know everything, dog.

Lester: I know, but I-I I'm sorry. I guess this is it, y'know? I'm doing my best, man. I don't know how you can deal with both of them.

Franklin: I know, man. Shit.

"Well someone has to get fucked hard and it sure ain't going to be Franklin, so who is it going to be?" Yang asked.

Lester: We're fucked. Every single one of us is fucked.

"Yay, no one wins in the end," Blake cheered sarcastically.

Lester: Unless…

Everyone leaned in closer to the TV to see what Lester has in store for them.

Lester: Okay… Steve Haines is under a lot of heat because of the shooting at Kortz center, and Devin Weston's… A. Known to be a major asshole, and B, known to be friendly with Don Percival, who runs Merryweather.

"Gods, I'm tired of them," Ruby sighed.

Lester: I think, actually, Weston owns a piece of Merryweather. (checks information on computer) Right, eleven percent.

Lester: Pretty good for a pseudo-liberal, owning a private army.

Lester: So, they would both love to be involved in capturing the bullion that we just lifted. If I tell them both that you boys are at the foundry in Murrieta Heights, melting it down, then maybe, maybe, both of them will pay you a visit and bam! We'll turn it into a bust!

Franklin: I ain't got no better ideas.

Lester: Alright, I'm gonna get in touch with Michael and Trevor.

Lester: You go to the foundry and get yourself set up.

Franklin: I gotcha.

Yang got in the bike and headed straight to the objective. Franklin pulls out his phone and calls Lamar.

"Oh, God, why is Lamar getting dragged into this?" Weiss asked.

"We might need some additional help if we're pissing off a private military and a agency," Ruby said.

Lamar (on the phone): Wassup homie?

Franklin: Man, things are kinda fucked up right now, dog.

Lamar (on the phone): It's all good, nigga. We better have in a fucked up situation than a fucked up fool like me?

"Anyone," Blake and Weiss said in unison.

Franklin: Man, that's what the fuck I wanted to hear. Hey, look, I'm going to yo' crib to get your ass.

Lamar (on the phone): I'm here.

Yang drove to Lamar's house, who was waiting for her by the sidewalk.

Lamar: There he is!

Lamar got on Franklin's motorcycle. Once he got on, she started to drive to the foundry.

Lamar: Where we going?

Franklin: We, uhhhh, heading to the foundry place.

"We have a lot of explaining to do," Ruby said.

Franklin: Hey look, hear me out, man. If it's too heavy for you, you can back out, no drama.

"Oh, get ready for a shitstorm," Yang said.

Lamar: Hit me with it.

Franklin: Man, we got a real problem, dog. My boys, well, we trying to save them.

Lamar: You actually doing something for your homies for a change? Hell yeah, I'm in.

"What are you talking about, we saved your reluctant butt from getting killed from those guys in purple!" Weiss remarked.

Lamar: Who wanna clap your homies?

Franklin: Who don't, nigga? These Chinese dudes, some FIB cats, the rich white asshole who scammed us on them cars…

Lamar: Devin Weston? That punk bitch? Why didn't you say we was creepin' on him?

"Well, we aren't trying to kill him. Well kill him yet anyways, we have to get the FIB and Merryweather guys off our backs," Blake said.

Franklin: We got to take all the what can throw at us before we worry 'bout how we coming back on his ass.

"What about afterwards? Once we finish off those mools in the warehouse, then what?" Ruby asked.

"I think they're winging it at this point," Yang said.

Lamar: But you is coming back, right?

Franklin: Oh, hell yeah, we creeping on that fool.

Lamar: Oh, so you ain't that mercurial motherfucker you fronting as, huh?

Franklin: Man, I'm just trying to make something out of myself, dog. That don't change who my homies are, nigga. It don't change my family.

"That's surprisingly touching," Ruby commented.

Lamar: Shit, nigga, you getting me all emotional now. Nigga, might have to stop me from sucking your dick, nigga.

Franklin: Oh, please nigga. Fuck off.

Yang and Lamar arrived at the foundry.

Franklin: Look, man. Michael and Trevor are inside. Can you stay out here and let us know when the bad dues is coming?

Lamar: I got it, mna. I'll holla at you.

Yang headed inside the foundry while Lamar is on lookout. She can already hear Michael and Trevor arguing.

Trevor: This could be it - out showdown with a private army - and you're bringing a rifle?

"There's nothing wrong with rifles! They are good at killing from afar!" Ruby said defensively and loud.

Michael: Yeah, I'm bringing a rifle. It's a good gun, it'll get the job done.

Michael and Trevor are already at gunpoint, which disappoints Franklin.

"Can you guys stop arguing for five goddamn minutes please," Weiss sighed.

Franklin: Hey, man, what the fuck am I doin' risking ym ass tryin' to save your ass if you're just gonna kill each other.

Michael: You're not saving me! You're saving him!

Trevor: Ah, you're saving this fat fuck!

"You guys are so mature," Blake rolled her eyes.

Franklin: Man, y'all gotta keep your fuckin' heads right and this shit.

"Who cares, it's just a private army and a well-armed agency. We can do this with fingers up our asses," Yang yawned.

Franklin: If not, man, I'll put bullets in both you, motherfuckers,

Franklin got a call from Lamar. He quickly picked up the phone.

Franklin: They here?

Lamar (on the phone): I know 'em when I see 'em, homie. They creeping.

Franklin: Alright, good. (hangs up) Ya'll hear that?

"Let's just crack some skulls already, Yang said.

Franklin: Now, if we doin' this shit, man, it's either now or never.

Michael and Trevor looked each other in the eye, guns pointed at one another and finger on the trigger.

Michael: Come on, Trevor…

Trevor: Fuck it! (groans and puts gun down) Where do you want me?

Franklin: Alright, man. You go over there.

Michael: Where do you want me?

Franklin: You hold your position right here.

Michael: Okay.

Franklin: I'm going over there.

Everyone gets to their position. Trevor ran towards a position close to the entrance and have higher grounds. He managed to sneak past a few FIB agents before they noticed. Michael was read to shoot at the agents but Franklin stopped him.

Franklin: Chill, dog. You gotta wait.

Yang switched to Trevor, who was already behind them. "Lock and load bitches, we're getting wild and reckless!" Yang exclaimed as she open fire at the FIB agents below.

Trevor: Their reckoning is upon them!

Yang took out a good chunk of the first wave of FIB agents and they quickly scattered. Yang switched to Michael and picked off the ones hiding behind cover.

Trevor: We don't leave until they're all dead!

"These guys picked a shit day to work at the job," Weiss said, almost feeling sorry for the agents that are only coming here because it's an order from someone who actually has a grudge against them.

"Who cares? They already knew the risks of the job," Yang said.

Trevor: Merryweather are here - upper catwalk, far side!

Yang quickly used Michael's ability to quickly pick off the incoming Merryweather soldiers.

Trevor: Merryweather coming out the door next to me! I got the drop on them!

Yang switched to Trevor and pulled out a few grenades and chucked them below at the Merryweather soldiers. The explosions wiped out the first group of Merryweather goons, but more came rushing in. Even more FIB agents came in and started attacking everyone that wasn't them.

Michael: The FIB and Merryweather are doing us a favor - taking each other out.

"But that means a smaller kill count for me!" Yang exclaimed as she witnessed a Merryweather soldier being shot by a FIB agent. "That was my kill, jerk!"

Yang quickly shot the FIB agent in the head.

Lamar (radio): Eh, I think… I think they see me my nigga. They goin' run up on me.

"Looks like we have to rescue his useless butt again," Weiss scoffed.

Trevor: We got this. You go help your friend.

Franklin: Alright, alright, I'm coming dog.

Yang switched to Franklin and fought her way through the crowd of enemies. She used her shotgun to wipe out the enemies in front of her. She aimed for the head because that's obviously going to be a factor in the medals at the end of the mission. She reached the entance and saw bunch of FIB agents trying to kill Lamar.

"I'm surprised that he managed to survive against them," Ruby said.

"It doesn't take a lot of effort to kill these guys to be honest," Yang said as she fought the cops alongside Lamar.

Lamar: There he go.

Franklin: It wouldn't be right if I didn't have to save your ass just once.

Yang snickered quietly.

Lamar: Save me? Nigga, I just wanted some company.

Yang and Lamar fought through the onslaught of the FIB agents. Yang did most of the work as the AI missed almost every shot.

Lamar: I don't know how you fools did all your robberies without me!

"Because you're unprofessional," Weiss remarked.

Franklin: Somehow, shit, we managed, homie!

Michael (radio): T, T, come in. Frank, I think T's in trouble. There's ab FIB team where I last saw him, and he ain't responding.

"Knowing him, he's just ignoring you and enjoying torturing the cops," Blake said.

"Why is Franklin the mother in this mission?" Yang joked.

Franklin: I got to stay out here with Lamar. Can you get to him?

Yang switched to Michael and ran through the foundry looking for Trevor. She used his ability to slow down to quickly shoot at the enemies that were focused on her. Yang found Trevor hiding behind some cover.

"Whatever happened to the unstoppable killing machine?" Weiss asked.

Michael: There you are, you little shit. What happened?

Trevor: I was a little winded, alright? I took a TO. It's nice to see you so worked up.

Michael: Next time' I'll leave you to it. Look out, more agents!

More enemies flooded the scene and Yang decided to climb up a ladder and snipe them one by one, aligning her scope with the heads of the enemies.

Trevor: Is that all of them?

Michael: Yeah, all clear, Frank, we're clear inside, moving to the exits.

Yang and Trevor ran outside to meet a flood of enemies.

Michael: This is a shit show.

"We should already have a five-star wanted level," Yang said.

Trevor: They're throwing everything they got at us! If we can take this, they'll have nothing left!

"I doubt it, Merryweather probably has enough resources to blow up this whole city!" Ruby exclaimed. More enemies started to approach the foundry. Yang pulled out a grenade launcher and blew up a jeep full of enemies to get rid of them right away. She then switched to Trevor and used his machine gun to wipe out the enemies and his ability to soak up the bullets.

Trevor: Merryweather gunship! Incoming!

Yang pulled out a rocket launcher and blew up the Merryweather helicopter. Two more jeeps drove through the tunnel closeby and she quickly pulled out a grenade launcher and blew up the two jeeps. The only people remaining are the few foot soldiers left. Yang switched to Michael to sweep through the area and quickly eliminate them.

Franklin: Eh, that could be all of 'em - let's regroup by that big loading bay.

Yang quickly regrouped with the others. Michael seems to be the only one out of breathe.

Michael: Looks like we did it.

Franklin: Shit, for now.

"Exactly, those are two powerful organizations with a lot of resources to spend.

Michael: Yeah, exactly. For now.

Trevor: So, what's next? Huh? Are we just gonna wait around till someone else comes to kill us?

"Hopefully we can kill them right away," Yang said.

Trevor: Or… are we gonna wait till this fucker gets turned again?

Michael: Oh, bite me. Ain't nobody getting turned again, and you know it.

Franklin: The way I see it, we only just begun to clean this shit uo.

"So, cutting loose ends?" Blake asked.

Franklin: We got a lot of old friends I think need to be re-educated.

Trevor: I mean, things could get really messy.

Michael: Nah, we just gotta silence a few noisy people.

"Few? We have a long list, Michael," Weiss said.

Trevor: Well, let me see there's uh…

Michael: Steve Haines.

Trevor: Dave Norton.

Michael: No, we need him alive.

Trevor: Why?

Michael: So nobody fucks with us afterwards.

Franklin: What about that Triad motherfucker? The one that thinks you two boys is datin'.

"If only…" Blake muttered.

"Holy shit, Blake," Yang replied.

"I completely forgot about them," Weiss said.

"He hasn't done anything in a long time," Ruby said.

Franklin: Shit, you know he bound to come back.

Michael: Yep. there's that.

Trevor: Well, who's the uh… the guy who set up Lamar? Hmm?

Franklin: Stretch?

"I forgot about him as well," Weiss added.

Franklin: We wanna throw him in?

"Well we need someone who actually connects with you," Blake said, seeing a pattern here with the targets. Michael, Trevor, and Franklin all have one.

Michael: Yeah, Trevor will throw anyone in just to satisfy his bloodlust.

Trevor: Whoa! Hey! It's called a fuckin' loose end. Now if we're gonna be men of peace and tranquility we tie up loose ends.

Franklin: Man, Stretch has been a liability.

"What about Devin?" Ruby asked.

"Probably saving him for the finale," Yang said.

Michael: But then we're gonna have to take care of our old pals Devin Weston and Steve Haines.

Franklin: Oh, fuck, what a mess, man.

"Yeah, we're just ending everything in this one mission," Yang said.

Michael: Well, we got to clean it up then. How about you get Lester on the line?

Franklin pulls out his phone and calls Lester.

Lester (on the phone): Who is this? Stop calling this number!

"Lester assumes we're dead," Yang snickered.

Franklin: Hey, it's me, dog.

Lester (on the phone): You're alive! I thought someone might have your phone.

Franklin: No, no, but look, I got you on speakerphone.

Lester (on the phone): Is Mike in it?

Michael: Yeah, I'm here.

Lester (on the phone): And the other one?

Trevor: I'll see you put in the ground, wheels!

Lester: Yeah erm, just calling for a chat?

Michael: No, we got some work to do. Can you get us some whereabouts?

Lester (on the phone): Well, I'll give my best. Who?

Michael: Steve Haines to start.

Franklin: And Devin Weston's ass.

Trevor: And uh… Wei Cheng. W. E. I. C. H. E. N. G. Wei Cheng! Wei Cheng! And Franklin's pal, Stretch.

Lester (on the phone): Huh? Stretch?

Franklin: Yeah, man, look, his real name is Harold Joseph.

"What a loser," Blake said.

Lester (on the phone): Okay, well, I can tell you that Agent Haines is taping his show over on Del Perro Pier. Shooting permit came up immediately.

Trevor: Shotgun. Woo!

"Rest in pieces Haines," Ruby said, knowing Trevor will rip his limbs apart.

Trevor: I wanted to ice that fucker since the moment I met him.

Trevor ran to his truck and left the scene.

Lester (on the phone): Ah! I got a signal from Mr. Harold Joseph's phone, over at the BJ Smith Recreation Center.

Michael: No, I got him. I got him.. Let's keep him clear of known associates.

Franklin: Alright, thanks dog. What you got for me?

"Wei Cheng," everybody said.

Franklin: What you got for me?

Lester (on the phone): Tao Cheng's credit card just bought a magnum at the beach club in Pacific Bluffs.

Franklin: Okay, I'll go ask his dad about his punk ass dad.

Lester (on the phone): And when I find Mr. Weston, I'll send the coordinates.

Franklin: Alright, good.

"Alright, how should we do this?" Yang asked. Yang switched to Michael who was on his way to kill Stretch. Once he reached there, he found Stretch with the Ballas.

Stretch: Lamar Davis. Disrespectful ass motherfucker's trying to break the order of things.

"Because they're shit," Blake said.

"You guys make is sound like Lamar is dangerous," Weiss said. Yang pulled out a rocket launcher and blew up Stretch and the Ballas around him. She ran back to her car to make her escape. She blew up the only car that would chase her and drove away.

Michael: I'm clear! Your pal Stretch ain't a problem no more. Frank.

Franklin (on the radio): SHit, he wasn't my pal, he was dude who ganked us homie. Thanks.

Yang switched to Trevor who was on his way to the pier. She found Steve Haines on top of the ferris wheel.

Trevor: I'm moving on Haines. Lest, see if you can patch me into his radio mike, I want a last reminder of what an annoying prick he is.

The game cuts to Haines on top of the ferris wheel where he's recording his show.

Steve: Los Santos. A city of saints, a city of sinners

"There's more sinners than saints," Ruby said.

Steve: and nothing in between but the FIB… Cut! God this is crap.

"That's the TV entertainment for you," Weiss said.

Steve: Who writes this bullshit anyway?

"Probably you.

Steve: You got this frame right?

Cameraman: Yeah, you're looking great.

Steve: Is the chin? How's the chin.

Cameraman: Good.

Steve: Alright, ready? You ready?

Cameraman: Yeah. Speed.

Steve: Hi, I'm Steve Haines. Hi, I'm…

"This is going to be unbearable…" Ruby muttered. Yang quickly pulled out the sniper rifle and shot Steve in the head right away.

Cameraman: My God! The guy! What's-his-name!

"Can't even remember his name," Yang tried to hold back her laugh. She ran to her truck and drove away to lose the cops. She drove off the into the beach and quickly hid beneath the pier. She lost them for a few seconds but they're closing in on both ends. She quickly ditched her truck and swam away. After awhile, she lost the cops and found herself in the middle of the ocean.

"Gotta love the weak-willed cops, Yang joked.

Trevor: Lester, I dealt with Haines. You got a location on Devin Weston yet?

Lester (on the phone): Yeah, yeah, I do. Merryweather team was dispatched to protect him at his house in Tongya Hills. I say house, it's more of a…

Trevor: Yeah, yeah, whatever I'll go up there and get him.

Yang switched to Franklin who was on his way to kill Cheng. She found Cheng leaving the casino and threw sticky bombs all over his car and the escorts' vehicles and blew them all up at once.

"Easy, really easy," Yang said.

Franklin: Hey I got out clean - you dudes goin' have no more Triads coming after you.

Trevor (radio): We ain't going to have anyone to sell superweapons to either, but hey ho.

Michael (radio): Who's next?

Trevor (radio): I'm picking up Devin Weston, so we can have some fun with him. Don't worry, I won't get started will we're all together, not properly at least.

"Is the torture sequence going to comeback?" Yang asked.

"I hope not!" Weiss barked, causing Yang to be quiet through the rest of the ride. She arrived at Devin's where he's surrounded by Merryweather guards.

Devin: Hey, unless you've got news from the foundry team. I don't want to be disturbed.

"Keep on waiting, Devin," Ruby said. Yang climbed over the bush and started to take out the guards. They weren't hard, so she easily wiped the floor with them.

"That's probably the last time we'll probably shoot a bullet," Yang said.

"I can see them killing them in another conventional way, like probably hanging him off a bridge in the middle of nowhere," Blake said.

Yang arrived at the pool where Devin was suppose to be at. She heard his muffled voice in the box.

"Should've flown out while you still can," Weiss said.

Devin: What do you mean all our operatives are dead?

Trevor opened the box.

Devin: Wait! I can explain!

Trevor sucker punched Devin in the head and the girls clapped in joyment.

Trevor: No more talkie!

She dragged him to a car and stuffed him in the trunk. She started to drive him to the meet up point.

"You deserve that, you asswipe!" Yang barked.

"He deserves worse," Weiss said.

Trevor: I got MR. Weston. Let's take him out the city, make him disappear. Meet me on the cliffs off the GOH, Chilliad Mountain State Wilderness.

"That is technically nowhere," Blake said.

Devin: Uhh! Where am I? What's happening?

"You're life is going downhill fast," Weiss said.

Devin: Slow down, Slick! Think about this!

"We did, and it actually worked out," Yang said.

Trevor: This is why people want to kill you, you won't shut up!

"Just enjoy the small moments," Ruby said.

Devin: You know, you're a, you're a resourceful guy, getting past those trained killers. I need someone like you in my organization.

"Trevor still has his little organization to worry about," Blake said.

Trevor: The CEO positions going to be vacant real soon, Slick.

Devin: I've got nothing against you, apart from the obvious hygiene issues.

"But we have stuff against you, so…" Ruby paused without finishing her sentence.

Devin: Michael causes problem. Michael had to go.

Trevor: (mockingly) You're looking at it rationally - there are people who are useful to you, and people who ain't, and the people who ain't got to go. Me, I'm not rational.

"Shocking," Weiss remarked sarcastically.

Trevor: I don't care if you're useful or not. I feel like taking you out, Devo, so that's what I'm doing.

Devin: This is a serious offer! Work for me, you'll have everything you've ever wanted.

"And they want to kill you," Weiss said.

Trevor: All I've ever wanted is to watch you drift in and out of consciousness as you're slowly disemboweled.

Devin: Yes! Yes! That's the kind of creativity I need on my own team. Come on, come on, let me out of here.

Trevor: Look, I got my own company - Trevor Philips Industries.

Devin: Oh yeah, a fellow entrepreneur. Let me buy a stake, give you money to grow.

"Stage 3: Bargain," Weiss said.

Trevor: I don't know if you heard, but I'm kind of gold rich right now. So you got precisely nothing to offer. PRepare for the end, my friend.

Devin: You creepy bum!

"Let your final moments be of peace," Ruby said. Devin complained throughout the drive which annoyed the team. They wished they could simply kill him off easily.

Trevor: Here we are, Slick, with a few minutes for someone on one time.

"More like three on one," Blake corrected. Some time past by and it was sunset.

"Damn, I wonder what Trevor did during that time," Yang said.

"Probably insulting Devin, because he cannot harm him," Weiss said.

"Why wouldn't he?" Ruby asked.

"He wants to savour the moments with the rest," Blake said. Michael was the first to arrive.

Michael: Hey, we good, T?

Trevor: Never better, amigo.

Michael: Ah, good.

Trevor: And Franklin?

Michael: He'll be here.

Michael stood by the cliff and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He tried to smoke one put coughed and threw it off the cliff.

"You're ruining the environment, you arrogant asshole," Weiss commented. Franklin finally arrived.

Michael: Franklin.

Franklin: Wassup?

Michael: I assume you got him?

Trevor opens the trunk revealing Devin beaten and muffled.

Trevor: Safe and sound! Ain't that right, buddy?

Franklin: Hey, my bad, homie. I picked C, ain't' that a bitch?

Devin: (muffled noises)

Michael: You know, Devin. The way I see it, and hey, I'm not intelligent business man like you. But the way I see it, there's two great evils that bedevil American capitalism of the type you practice. Number one is outsourcing. You paid a private company to do your dirty work for ya and you underpaid that company because you thought you were big enough, and bad enough that you didn't have to play by the rules. Oh, number two, offshoring your profits.

Trevor: Offshoring?

Michael: You wouldn't want to be sent offshore, just to save a little money would you, T?

"He wouldn't, he would be pissed," Weiss said.

Trevor: Oh, no I wouldn't.

Michael: Franklin?

Franklin: Oh, nah, I ain't goin' nowhere.

Michael: No, see. But we know your opinion on the matter, Devin. Keep your problems the fuck out of America, huh?

"It already has enough," Blake said.

Trevor: In instance, when he puts it like that, it makes sense.

Michael: Of course it does. Hey, Devin… Goodbye, old friend. Thanks for the advice.

Michael closes the trunk. The three were told to push Devin off the cliff.

"Damn, that's some way to go," Blake said.

"I kinda expected worse," Ruby bluttered. Yang pushed Devin off the cliff and the car crashed into the shallow waters of the ocean.

"He'll probably either drown, starve to death, or the car will probably…" Weiss was interrupted when the car exploded. "Explodes…"

Trevor: Now what?

Michael: Now we keep a low profile and get on with our lives.

Trevor: As friends.

"You guys were ready to kill each other not too long ago," Yang said.

"I think with everyone dead, the tension has significantly lowered," Blake said.

Michael: Do I have a choice?

Trevor: No, hot really.

Michael: Alright then, as uh… flawed, awful, totally uncomfortable, and poorly matched friends. Absolutely.

Trevor: Well, that's perfect. Then we can get back to the kind of capitalism we practice.

Franklin: I don't know how much more better that is than Devin's kind.

Michael: Hypocrisy, Franklin. Civilization's greatest virtue.

"He isn't lying," Blake muttered.

Trevor: Jesus. Your therapist has a lot to answer to.

Michael: I know, I still hate myself… but hey, at least I know the words for it now.

Trevor: Yeah, but I hate you and I know the words for it. So does that mean I don't have to go to therapy?

"You need more than therapy," Ruby said.

Franklin: Look, man. You two motherfuckers terrify me of that middle age I'm good.

Michael: You're right to be afraid, Franklin.

Franklin: Yeah…

Michael: Be very afraid, Franklin!

Franklin rides off in his motorcycle and Michael approaches his car. Music starts playing.

Michael: I'll tell you what, T. I'm getting too old for this nonsense.

Michael got in his car and drove off, leaving Trevor alone. The final shot was trevor walking to the side and focusing on the sunset. The credits began to roll.

"Finally, we're done!" Yang exclaimed. She skipped the credits and everything else afterwards to get the mission completion stuff.

Mission Passed!

Silver!

"Not gold, but at least it's not bronze!" Yang said as she turned off the PS3. "I need a break…"

"Let's take the rest of the evening off, we're playing way too much video games," Weiss said, "Tomorrow, we can play my game…"

"I want to finish the Black Ops series, which isn't that long to begin with," Blake said.

"There's a third game, but it's not on the system," Professor Gine explained.

"Let me guess, Ps4?" Blake replied in her head.

"Fuck, my legs are cramping from sitting down all day, I need to stretch!" Yang said.

"I'm heading to the showers, being couped up in this room got me sweaty," Ruby said.

"I'll make dinner," Weiss said. Blake grabbed the Black Ops II case and threw it close to the PS3 as a reminder it's her turn tomorrow.

Meanwhile in Professor Gine's office…

"And done!" Professor Gine yelled, finishing the final documentation, "I think I should call L and let him know it's done."

Professor Gine quickly called L.

"Tor! Now is not the time!" L yelled over the phone.

"Why?"

"Remember that Faunus I was hooking up with?"

"Yeah?"

"Turns out she's the dominating. She has me pinned down in the bed covered in her web. I barely reached my Scroll and you're on speaker. Don't worry, she's getting ready in the bathtub…"

"Jesus fucking Christ, you alright?"

"Yeah, things went the way I went, but not in the way I expected."

"How…"

"I asked if we wanted to out for drinks, but she saw through me and immediately took me to her room in the school. Anyways, I think she's done!"

"Just wanted to let you know that they're done with Grand Theft Auto and the documentations are done."

"Great, the research shall go on! Oh, leather…"

"I'll leave you to it, you freak," Tor hung up.

Author's Note:

Lakero45: FINALLY I AM DONE WITH THIS and it's still 2017! I didn't ask the help from the others since I wanted this chapter to be done by myself. Selfish? Yeah, but I wanted total creative control for the last chapter. These three years of writing Grand Theft RWBY have been a journey. I would also be proud to announce that Heroverse is already uploaded, or will be uploaded shortly after. The schedule will be on or two uploads a week. Anyways, this is the final upload of the story. I'm going on a small hiatus with the Let's Playverse I'm doing right now. Maybe for three months. Anyways, till next time.

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