Grand Theft Auto V: Los Santos moonlight

The Bureau raid || Chapter 20

I'm starting to get a little bit worried now, if I'm being honest... It's been weeks now, and Michael and Trevor still hate each other. I'm honestly not even sure if the big score is still happening anymore... How is it supposed to happen when their friendship has completely broken apart? I don't even know how I can help, the two barely even interact with each other anymore.
And I still need to save up the money to find my blackmailer too. I actually came up with a plan to start saving up the money...
Well, first off, I bought a safe to store my blackmailer funds in. I don't know how, but my blackmailer somehow has a way to access my bank account, since they can always tell once I made some money off a big score or whatever. I thought buying a safe would be a good way to save up, without any of my money being traced or stolen from that asshole. So far, I put all my money from the Paleto score into the safe, which is definitely a lot, but no where near close to the amount I need. I've been doing a few small robberies lately to make some extra money, but at this rate, my ass will be in the retirement home by the time I save up enough money to finally reach my goal. I NEED the money from the big score. It's gonna be the only way I can reach my goal. I seriously hope that Michael and Trevor find a way to make up soon.
Not just for my sake, but for their sakes too.
Oh, and on a more positive note... Guess what? Now that the puppies are finally old enough, I managed to find homes for each of them and gave them all away. I gave one to Franklin, two to Lamar, one shipped to Liberty City for Roman... And yeah, I did keep the last puppy. I couldn't help myself, I've gotten too attached to these cuties to give away all of them. I named my puppy Stormy. Felt like that name fit him pretty well.
...Ugh, as much as I wish I could continue talking about puppies or whatnot, I got other things I need to worry about now.
The FIB? Yeah, they're making us do yet another job for them. How the hell did I even get roped into this FIB shit anyway? Eh, just another day in my crazy life now.
Yeah, about the job. I think we're supposed to, like, break into the FIB building, and steal some files or some shit? I don't know, something like that. Michael told me that there's some files on all of us though that'll be wiped clean if we do this job, and that this should be the last job for them this time. I really hope that's true... I've seriously had enough of working for government officials. I think I'm getting paid for this job though, so that'll definitely help me out a lot as well. Just gotta make sure I don't screw this one up. I mean, I've done good on all my jobs down here so far, so I'm sure I'll be fine... And hey, I think I'm getting paid for this job too, so that'll definitely help me out a lot.
I'm pretty sure for this job, it's gonna me Michael, me, Franklin, and Packie in on it. Apparently the plans are this... First off, Michael's gonna pose as a janitor, and plant bombs into the building and blow up parts of the building. Then, we're all gonna pose as firefighters, run into the building, grab the files, and get out. Sounds simple enough... As long as everything goes to plan. I mean, I have gotten pretty lucky on all my jobs out in LS, so I'm sure things will go smoothly.
...Well, today is now the day we have to get that job done. It was later on at night when Franklin received the call from Michael, saying that he was now going into the building and starting his 'shift'. So the three of us all had to get ready, putting on these firefighter outfits and parking a short distance away. And after waiting for a bit...
Ring! Ring!! Franklin received a call from Michael, who had now finished planting the bombs. Franklin drove the firefighter truck over to where Michael was...
"Shit's in motion, people. We raiding the bureau..." Franklin says. "Y'all ready for this?"
"Hell yeah. I'm always ready." I respond confidently.
We stopped the truck where Michael was at, who quickly ran inside.
"Alright, trigger the fire bombs, Frank. I'll get my turnout gear on." Michael says. Franklin opened up his phone, activating the bombs...
BAM!! BOOM!! KABOOM!! And the top floor of the building blew up, the explosions echoing through the air as flames and rubble burst out from the floor.
"Whoa! Alright, we're first response. Let's go!" Michael says. Franklin turned on the sirens on the truck, quickly driving over to the building. We all got out, running into the building, running past people who were screaming and running out of it.
"Whew... Come on, let's go! Alright, Lester says these elevators should still be fine." Michael says, all of us getting into an elevator, going to one of the top floors.
"Was he on the industrial strength painkillers or the hallucinatory weed at the time?" Franklin asked jokingly.
"Yeah, probably a little bit of both." Michael replied. Agh, I hope Lester is right...
Once we arrived at the floor safely, we all followed Michael through the hallways.
"Alright, we're going across to the far stairwell, and up to the top floor." Michael states. "We gotta go across, take the stairs to the top floor."
We kept following Michael, now following him up a few flights of stairs.
"We take these up six stories. Server rooms on fifty three."
"Keep going! Almost at the top!"
After running up a few more flights, we finally arrived at the top floor of the building. We ran through a couple more hallways, running into a bigger room, where we could see the door that lead to the server room.
"L, door's locked. Fit a bomb and blow it." Michael says to me. I quickly pulled out a sticky bomb, planting it on the door...
BOOM!!
And quickly blowing it open. Franklin quickly ran into the room, grabbing the right containment drive, and running back out.
"Alright, now let's get the hell outta-"
BANG!! CRASH!! I was cut off when a bunch of glass panels on the roof suddenly shattered, broken glass raining down all around us.
"It's collapsing! On me, we gotta move!" Michael shouts. Luckily none of us got hurt by the glass, all of us running out of the room, and back to the flight of stairs...
"Come on, people... Fuck..." Michael started leading us down the stairs...
"Whoa, whoa! Jesus..." We all stopped when the stairs below us completely crumbled apart. Fuck, this building is about to crumble and crush all of us...
"So much for structural integrity, fuck... This way!" Michael pointed to another door, all of us running through it, arriving at a bigger door.
"This door won't budge. I'm breaking it down..." Michael pulled out a hatchet, hitting the door with it...
BOOM!! And an explosion burst out from the other side, blowing the door apart as it sent Packie flying, getting knocked to the ground.
"PACKIE!! Fuck, you alright?!" I hurriedly ran to Packie, grabbing his arm as I helped him stand back up.
"Fuck, my head..." Packie groaned, nodding in response. "Don't worry, I'm fine... Let's hurry!"
Man, what a relief... I would have flipped out if Packie was a goner there.
"Come on, let's go! Hurry!" Michael shouted at us. The rooms ahead of us were nothing but charred rooms that were all ablaze, the walls around us slowly crumbling by the second. We all had to run as fast as possible, running down some rubble onto the floor below us. Fuck, how are we all gonna get out of this alive?! Shit, I need to keep running...
We all kept running, going through the hallway...
BOOM!! I could hear another explosion behind us. I quickly stopped and turned around, noticing that Franklin was on the floor.
"FRANKLIN! F... Fuck..." I quickly ran back over to Franklin, grabbing his arm and lifting him up. "Guys! Argh, fuck..." I turned around, noticing that Michael and Packie were gone. They must not have noticed Franklin getting knocked out. Shit... I think Franklin's still alive, though. No way in hell I'm gonna let him die here...
"Franklin, come on! You gotta wake up!" I shook Franklin, noticing his eyes opening as I helped him stand up on his feet.
"Shit, thank god... You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so..."
"L, F! You two alright?!" I could hear Michael speaking to us over our earpieces.
"Yeah, that explosion just knocked me out..." Franklin replied. "But we're fine."
"Ok, good. Look out, there's some agents coming your way. They know we're not Fireman..." Michael says. "Me and P are at on the floor below you!"
And immediately, we could see a couple agents, me and Franklin quickly shooting and killing them.
"The fuck?! Do we look like the biggest threat here?!" I quickly snapped in annoyance.
"For real, they can't see the building's fucking burning?!" Franklin also snapped.
"It's their funeral, not ours. Let's hurry!"
Me and Franklin ran through the burning floor, killing a few more agents as we kept running. Eventually after shooting our way through, we went down one flight of stairs, running a bit more until we ran back into Michael and Packie.
"There you both are! We're going up this rubble... On me." Michael says. We all climbed up this rubble, then jumping back down into a hole.
"Should be an elevator shaft through here. Might be able to rappel down it." Michael says. We all ran over to the elevator shaft, Michael and Franklin forcing it open.
"Fuck! Alright, this is our way out." Michael says, the two forcing the door open. "I'll see you at street level!"
All of us grabbed onto this rope in the elevator shaft. I waited, being the last one to grab onto the rope, slowly starting to rappel down. It was scary as hell having to rappel down, while giant slabs of rubble were falling down... But luckily all of us made it down to ground level safely. We all hurriedly ran out of the building, running towards our fire truck as we could see multiple police cars parked.
"There was nothing we could do in there! The rest of the LSFD will be here soon!" Michael shouted to the officers, all of us hopping into the truck, and driving off.
"Let's go, where we stashed the getaway car..." Michael says. "Come on."
We drove over to an alleyway where the getaway car was at.
"Alright, Loona... You still got any more bombs? We gotta destroy this truck." Michael says.
"Yeah, I got this... Stand back, y'all." Everyone got into the getaway car, backing up a safe distance away as I planted a bomb onto the truck. I hopped into the car as well, activating the bomb...
BOOM!! And quickly blowing it up, as we all drove off.
"Cool, now drive us to Lester's." Michael says. "Now that we're in the clear, I can probably tell you people, I did not think we were gonna make it outta there."
"Yeah, me neither. That shit freaked me out..." I say, letting out a relieved sigh. "Especially when I thought Packie and Franklin were gone."
"Shit, I thought it was it for me when that explosion knocked me out." Franklin said. "Thanks for hanging back for me there, Sofi."
"Yeah, of course. We all got each other's backs here."
"Hey, we had a couple of close calls, but we all made it outta there, right?" Michael says. "Whole crew's intact."
"We're charmed, boys and girls! We're charmed, or we're really good at this shit."Packie says.
"Maybe it's a mix of both?" I say. "Maybe lucks on my side more than anything."
"Come on, don't sell yourself short, Sofija!" Packie says. "You're a pro at this, just like the rest of us!"
"Really? I guess I never considered myself a professional until now..." I replied, chuckling shyly. "I mean, back in LC, I used to just do drug deals and small store robberies. I never thought I'd be able to do these kinds of big, crazy jobs out here."
"Hey, he's got a point there, Sofi." Michael says. "I can see it now. Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton, Sofija Bellic, and Patrick McReary. When people are talking about the time some guys went into the Bureau and wiped their files? Man, those'll be the names. The rumors. This one'll go down in the ages."
"Hell yeah, we're the ultimate team!" I say confidently. If we only had Trevor with us too, then we'd really be the unstoppable team.
"Yeah man, I'm just glad this shit is over." Franklin says. "I don't wanna do nothing else for them fools no more."
"That makes two of us." I chimed in."
"Three of us. I gotta swing that." Michael says.
"Hey, you got to swing something with Trevor, too. You should reach out." Franklin says.
"I'll think about it. I'm kinda enjoying my break from him." Michael replied.
"Don't think about it for too long. He might decide to act, that's all I'm saying, man." Franklin says. We all finally arrived at Lester's place, parking in front of his house.
"Alright, I'm outta here..." Packie says, walking away as I waved goodbye to him.
"See you later Packie!" I called to him, seeing him wave back. The three of us all walked into Lester's house, who was sitting on his bed, with a blank expression.
"Well..."
"What?"
"I never thought I'd see you clowns again..." Lester says, with a serious tone... As he suddenly stood up, a big smile forming on his face. "...We did it!"
"WOO!! YEAH!!"
"Fucking-a right we did it!" Michael cheered, all of us high-fiving each other.
"How was it?" Lester asked.
"For a suicidally dangerous mission impersonating emergency services, while working for a high security government facility? It was surprisingly uplifting." Michael replied, all of us laughing as Michael hugged Lester. "Come here! Give me some of that!"
"Hey! Ow! Ow!" Lester grunted out in pain, Michael quickly letting go of the hug.
"Sorry, I forgot." Michael apologized.
"You forgot my very, very obvious illness?" Lester says.
"It happens."
"Whatever... Hey, let's get drunk! Franklin, fill up the glasses!" Lester says.
"Man, I don't know. My stomach does not handle alcohol well..." I say.
"Come on, Loona! Just one drink? Come on, we gotta celebrate!" Lester says, a smile on his face. I looked looked over at Franklin pouring the glasses, shrugging my shoulders and nodding.
"Ah fuck it, alright. One drink won't hurt."
Heh, just one drink... I'll see about that.
"Yeah, that's the spirit! I got some real vintage moonshine, hillbilly type shit." Lester says. "We're gonna be seeing triple, and committing incest in minutes." He giggled.
"Just the shit to make a man forget his troubles!" Franklin says.
"Exactly! I'm just gonna get drunk as a skunk! And then I'm gonna reverse engineer a webcam and spy on those sorority girls again!" Lester giggled, Franklin handing us all glasses. "I'm ill, okay? Give me a break! Don't kill me for that one, Loona!"
"Man, I'm only silently judging you." I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Cheers!" We all clinked our glasses together, taking a sip... And I immediately spit it out from the strong taste, Franklin coughing and nearly doubling over.
"Man that's some foul ass shit!" Franklin coughed.
"Fuck, man! You trying to poison me here?!" I snapped out and chuckled, Lester laughing in response.
"Alright, I hate to break up the ritual, but I've got to go square things up with Davey and Dickwad." Michael says, waving goodbye as he's about to walk out.
"For serious?" Lester says.
"Hey I just want them to know that now that we did this thing for 'em, and we have the evidence that we did this thing for them, we can all go our own separate ways, you know?" Michael says.
"Well fuck it, you want me to go with you, dog?" Franklin asks.
"No stay, have fun!" Michael says. "I gotta do this alone."
"Right now?" Lester asks.
"The sooner the better." Michael says."
"That's one way to look at it!"
"Right. Besides, I want to put this shit to bed. Then I can figure out Trevor, you know?" Michael says. "Get my life back. Go back to being bored and miserable... And loving every motherfucking minute of it!" Michael grabbed the jug of moonshine, handing it to Lester. "Here, enjoy the incest juice!"
"Haha! Alright, good luck with that then, Michael."