Grand Theft Auto V: Los Santos moonlight

Blitz play || Chapter 11

I've spent the past few days or so doing a bunch of little jobs, having to pay my asshole blackmailer some more money. It sucks, the person hadn't contacted me in weeks, so I almost thought I was gonna be free from their dirty claws, but nope... No luck. Oh, and speaking of my blackmailer... Lester finally told me how much money it's gonna take to crack through the blackmailer's security system, and... Guess what?
It's gonna cost MILLIONS of dollars. Like, two or three million dollars. Yup... I'm pretty much screwed for a while. Unless I can find some ultra mega heist that'll make me millions of dollars at once, there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna find the identity of my blackmailer anytime soon. Just gotta keep hanging on, and make little bits of money. Hopefully I can make that amount of money before I die of old age or some shit. Hopefully...
Anyways, enough about all that. Today, I ended up receiving a call from Michael, and the rest of us... Him, me, Trevor, and Franklin, all had to meet up today at that empty lot again. Some more work we have to do for these government assholes or whatever. Still don't know why I'm being involved in this shit, but whatever...
Anyways, I drove over to the lot, where Michael was there, but not Trevor or Franklin yet. I got off my motorcycle, walking up to Michael and the two men he was talking to...

I think I remember Michael telling me these guy's names... I think one of them is Steve? And the other one is Dave.
"We handled your little immigration problem or whatever the fuck it was." Michael says to Steve, sounding a bit annoyed. "We're straight."
"Oh, absolutely. Yeah, yeah. You killed people, you tortured people, committed a litany of other crimes..." Steve goes on in a sarcastic tone. "Oh, we're so straight you and me, we're arrows."
"Are we at least getting paid this time around?" I asked, walking up to everyone.
"...Paid?" Steve raised an eyebrow at me. "You should be lucky you cunts aren't rotting in a jail cell right now! Especially you." Steve huffed, pointing to me. "I've seen your criminal records, miss Sofija Bellic... Drug deals, trying to rob the LC jewelry store on your own... Stealing a fire truck and spraying random pedestrians with it! You're just some immigrant idiot making idiot moves. " Steve states, stating some things I've gotten caught for back in Liberty City. I mean, I still do most of that stuff now. I'm just more careful with everything is all...
"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'm the idiot that moves. Tell me something I don't know." I grumbled, rolling my eyes at him.
"Don't give me attitude, missy. One more remark out of you and I can send you and your entire family back to your own country where you belong!" Steve snaps.
"Fuck you." I angrily hissed at Steve in response.
"Great! Looky looky, huh..." I could suddenly hear Trevor's loud voice from behind us, seeing him approach us all. "Bunch of government shitbags and their favorite stoolie. And my good friend Sofi, of course... So uh, what's he been telling you?"
"Oh, he just said how you guys were happy to help the government in any way you can." Steve responds, his voice still emanating with sarcasm.
"Oh really? Huh? Because I was told that if we helped out with that thing, which we did, then our past indiscretions would be... Forgotten in a haze of patriotic fervor."
"Who told you that? Did I tell you that? I'm in charge here, fruity!" Steve angrily snapped back, as I saw Franklin walking up to us. "Me!! You understand?!"
"Not quite, but... Can you explain that again?" Franklin asks, looking a bit confused.
"What I was saying!!" Steve angrily snapped, but suddenly paused mid sentence, as he started laughing. "Oh, oh. You're good... The four cunts!" Steve motions to all of us.
"Listen. We need help with something else." Dave says, cutting through Steve's annoying ranting. "Some of the government... Some of it is pretty corrupt."
...Wow, really now? Now that's totally the most surprising thing I've heard in the history of ever. Totally not being sarcastic at all...
"Not, err... Not your bit, right?" Trevor asks.
"Yes, but we're corrupt in a good way." Dave responds.
"But the Agency... They want to encourage panic so they can guarantee their budgets." Steve states. "That's how they get paid!"
"It's a major problem." Dave says.
"And now they've secured some... Funds that we need to use in our fight against crime. As a way of bribing corrupt officials." Steve states,
"Really? And where are they getting that from?" Michael asks.
"Drugs. Those bastards love to sell drugs. You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" Steve says, pointing to me as I only rolled my eyes and sighed out in response.
"Hey, but who doesn't? Right?" Trevor says.
"We think they're gonna use this money to finance a war on our streets..." Steve states. "And we need you boys... And, uh, you girlie. To requisition that money for us."
"The bonds are leaving the terminal in an armored car." Dave states.
"Yeah, fuck you Dave." Michael huffed out in annoyance. "We don't have time to prepare the right way."
"That's not my concern!" Steve says, laughing. "I cannot allocate any more resources to this." Steve says, standing up as him and Dave started walking away.
"You'll be fine." Dave says.
"Fuck you, Dave." Michael snapped, the two walking away.
"Nice work, slick... We're gonna be doing pat downs at the airport before those fucking clowns are done with us." Trevor grumbled in annoyance.
"Y'know, fuck you."
"Hey, hey, look man." Franklin quickly cut in before Michael and Trevor could stop arguing. "It is what it is. Now, how the fuck we gonna get this done?"
"I don't know..." Michael responds, sighing. We were all silent for a bit, until it looked like an idea popped up in Michael's head.
"...I got it. Classic blitz play. It's an industrial area, right? So I'm thinking vehicles. Trash truck to block, tow truck to sack em. We get some disguises, and we're golden. We just gotta hope like hell these are the kinda Agency men that don't carry a panic button with them. If they are, we deal with it. If and when..." Michael paused, looking like he was counting a bit on his fingers. "So, first we'll need boiler suits and masks. Then a garbage truck, which I'm pretty sure we can find in Mirror Park. Bring it back to the lot. Then there's an auto-repair place by the airport we can get the tow truck. Then lastly, we'll need a getaway vehicle."
"Alright, sounds easy enough." Franklin says. "I know where I can find boiler suits, so I'll go get those right now."
"Alright, good. I'm gonna go out and look for a getaway vehicle..." Michael says. "Anyone else is free to come with me if they want to."
"I'll come with." I say, standing up. "Might as well get this shit done and over with now."
"Hey! I'm coming with you two as well, alright?" Trevor quickly chimes in.
"Great..." Michael mumbled sarcastically. Franklin got on his motorcycle and drove off, while me and Trevor got into Michael's car, Michael driving out of the lot.
"Hey, Mirror Park is that way, isn't it?" Trevor asks, pointing to the road that split off into different directions in the distance.
"No, it's another way. And besides, we're looking for a getaway vehicle first." Michael responds, driving into the opposite direction that Trevor was pointing at.
"We'll, I know a shortcut. And I wanna look for that garbage truck!" Trevor huffed in response, his tone sounding similar to a child who was on the verge on a tantrum. "Now turn around before I pry that wheel from your cold, soulless fingers!"
"Ah, bite me."
"Man, what the hell is the deal between you two? You both sound like a couple on the brink of divorce or some shit." I cut into their conversation from the back seat of the car.
"It's a long story, alright?" Michael responded. "A looong story... That spans all the way back to when we were in our twenties."
"Your twenties? Wait... You and Trevor are the same age?" I asked. "No offense Trevor, but I, uh... I thought you were a lot older than that."
"Seriously? How old did you think I was?" Trevor asked.
"I... Don't think I should answer that."
"Haha, seems the years haven't been too kind to you, huh Trevor?" Michael chuckled.
"Fuck you, Mikey. I'm in the prime of my life!" Trevor angrily snapped back. "And besides, at least I'm the one making the most of my time! Unlike you, who spends all your free time sitting on the couch all day watching movies, pork chop."
"Ah, fuck you. At least I'm not the one who needs to smoke twenty pounds of crystal meth a day just to get through a day!" Michael retorted back.
"Christ, would you two knock it off already?" I snapped, cutting into their argument once more.
"Shit... Mikey, stop the car!" Trevor says, Michael parking the car along the side of the road. "On the road over there... I saw the garbage truck." Trevor suddenly got out of the car. "I ain't letting that thing out of my sight." And with that, Trevor suddenly dashed off, Michael driving away.
"Loona, listen... You gotta make sure to be careful around Trevor, alright?" Michael says. "I mean come on, you see how crazy that guy is, right?"
"I mean... I do, but..." I paused, taking in a deep breath. "No offense, Michael, but I've known Trevor longer than I've known you. And besides... It's a bit hard to gauge who I'm supposed to trust here when I have no idea what the history is between you two."
"Look, it's complicated, alright?" Michael says.
"Man, if you don't tell me, I'm just gonna ask Trevor then."
"Don't do that! Come on, I just..." Michael started sounded a bit annoyed, pausing as he let out an aggravated sigh. "Urgh... It's just a long story, alright? I'll tell you another day when I'm ready."
"Uh, alright..."
Michael slowed down the car, parking across the auto shop. There, we could see this man working on the tow truck.
"Hey, I can go grab that truck..." I say. "You can take care of the getaway vehicle."
"Alright, just bring it back to the lot once you got it." Michael says. I got out of the car, Michael driving off. I made sure to be careful, slowly sneaking up on the guy that was working on the truck. The guy was cursing to himself under his breath while he was working on it, so it was pretty easy for me to sneak up on him, knocking him out with one hit to the back. I got in the truck then, driving back over to the lot and dropping it off. I'm glad that truck was easier to steal than I thought it would. Once I dropped it off, I also saw the garbage truck there as well, which Trevor must have dropped off just minutes before I arrived here.
Only a few more things left for everyone else to do. Just gotta wait until they're done.