Fire Meet Gasoline

Part Five

I barely slept during the first two nights in Los Santos. Night 3, I slept soundly after I got a call from Carter. He just wanted to tell me he missed me and that things are going great at home, and asked how things were going with my internship. And I was honest by saying it was more than I bargained for. He told me he would help in anyway he could, even though I don't think he would be into helping me learn how to shoot a gun. I decided to go to the shooting range like Trevor said, so I texted him to tell him I was going.

I drove to the nearest Ammunation with a shooting range, paid to use it, and practiced shooting at the targets. I took a deep breath between each shot, the jolt pushed me back slightly, but I began getting used to it. Just as I started to breathe easily again, the door separating the store and the shooting range swung open, and someone walked past me, I didn't turn to see who it was and continued shooting at the targets. After consecutively hitting 3 targets in a row fairly close in the middle, the man's voice growled, "So you've never shot before?"

I looked over, and saw Trevor pointing his gun at his own targets two spots over from me. I reloaded my gun, and called over to him, "Hey Trevor."

"Hey dollface." He shot the rest of the bullets in his gun, and walked over to me. "I'm glad you took my advice, you've gotten pretty good."

"Thanks, Trevor." He looked hopeful as he watched me, but I started getting nervous with him looking over my shoulder. "I have a question."

"What is it?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for moral support." He leaned against the counter and looked at me. "I'm sorry I scared you the other night. But we gotta talk about it."

"Trevor, am I going to have to shoot people?"

"It shouldn't come to that. You should just know how to shoot a fucking gun."

"Okay."

We exited the Ammu Nation, and I looked around for his truck.

"You're driving, dollface." He said.

"Um okay."

We got into Lester's car. He put an address into my GPS. "We're going to visit a friend of mine."

We drove in silence to Trevor's friend's house. Once we got to our destination, I pulled through a metal gate after it opened for me.

The house was huge, and three expensive cars were pulled up in the driveway that wrapped in the front yard of the mansion. A gardener pulled weeds along the edge of the driveway, and didn't glance up at us when we exited the car. I followed Trevor into the house, as he walked down the hall and into the kitchen. A man stood at the counter, blending a green liquid before pouring it into a clear glass.

"Mikey!" Trevor called to him. The man looked up to us, and smirked.

"Hey T. What's going on?" He looked at the mixture in the glass before taking a generous sip before yacking and walking across the kitchen to dump it into the sink. "It's some shitty cleanse Amanda put me on. No amount of water can wash this taste out of my mouth." He filled another glass of water before turning back to us. "What do you need, T?"

"Well, Michael, this is my new associate, Eden Barnes. And she while being an experienced hacker, she isn't experienced in the life of crime. I was hoping you could talk to her and try to explain a few things to her." Trevor explained.

"Yeah, I guess so. Why don't you go find something to do, T. That way she can really pick my brain without any... interruptions."

"Fine," Trevor sighed. "I know when I am not wanted. I'll be back soon, Dollface. That's Michael, by the way. See ya."

Trevor left, and Michael led me to his living room. He offered me a drink, but I declined.

Michael cleared his throat. "It's kinda awkward that my best friend is into a girl the same age as my daughter."

"He scares me, I don't know if he's into that or he just doesn't know."

"Oh, he knows. I've known him for more than a decade and he scares the shit out of me, and he knows it.

"I'm scared I might die. Could I die? Trevor gave me a gun..."

"If you fuck up bad enough, you could. You're just the hacker. But your skill level can make or break a job."

"What if Trevor tries to hurt me?"

"Listen, hun, Trevor would sooner kill ya than rape you. Just don't fuck up. Simple enough?"

"No. I don't know what exactly they are doing, that is mostly what scares me."

"You know how to hack properly?" I nodded. "You can work quickly?" I nodded again. "You'll do fine. Just do your research. Lester is a great researcher."

"Okay. So if I need advice just ask Lester. That seems easy enough. I really don't think I'm cut out for a life of crime."

"That is what has go me so confused. T is usually a sucker for dominance. Or crazy bitches. You don't seem crazy, and you are a bit of a pussy to be honest with you."

"I agree about that, but then why does he like me?"

"I don't know. You're just about as dependent as it gets, so I'm thinking its not just a fetish of his. Maybe it is and you are special."

"To be honest with you, Michael, there isn't anything special about me. I'm just scared."

"Who knows. Maybe you too were destined for each other." Michael laughed. I really hoped he was wrong.