Fire Meet Gasoline

Part Six

Before I knew it, it was 2 weeks since I arrived in Los Santos to pursue an internship with Lester Crest. I didn't have any idea what I was in for. And I still am not very sure. I've been trying to follow along with Lester's ramblings, but its hard to concentrate with Trevor always looking over my shoulder, asking if I need help with anything. Trevor might be very experienced with "pulling jobs", but he isn't experienced in the technical side. Lester keeps telling me to just tell him to screw off, but T is very persistent. 

Today, Lester gave me an important task of breaking into the LSPD's records to see about getting a van of theirs that was towed removed from their impound lot, free of charge. We were in a van, down the street from the Police Station on Mission Row. It was me, Lester, T, and Eddie Toh. Eddie is a driver Lester has used for many of his most recent heists, and was at the wheel.

Trevor's clinginess led to me making a mistake, leading to a security breach, they spotted the van we were in that was identical to the one impounded, and lead to an intense chase with the police. Eddie swerved through the busy Sunday evening traffic, the setting sun constantly cut off from the height of the buildings surrounding us. The orange glow shined in our eyes, and understandably made driving difficult for Eddie. When the cops began shooting at us in our fleeing van, a bullet struck Eddie in the shoulder. He screamed in pain, the van swerving to a stop. Trevor growled, and shoved Eddie out of the van. He hopped into the drivers seat and smashed the gas pedal to the floor, and we took off, leaving Eddie behind, with police surrounding him.

As we drove, I clung to the laptop I was using for the hack and hugged it to my chest as I prayed that I survived Trevor's crazy driving. During every sharp turn, instead of warning us, he just screamed out the window at the cops. Once we reached the top of a parking garage in Pillbox Hill, I sighed as Lester said it was safe to get out of the van because we lost the cops. We all exited the van, and I fell to my knees are started to bawl my eyes out. I woke up that morning and thought it was just a simple task to be done. But because of me, Eddie Toh was shot and left for dead.

"Quit it, Eden." Lester said coldly.

"It is my fault! It's my fault!" I sobbed.

"It is her fault! We lost a perfectly good driver over a simple task." Trevor spoke, irritated.

"I'm sorry! I'm trying my best, you just distracted me!" I cried, sitting on my knees looking up at him.

"I distracted you? That is extremely unprofessional, Eden. You could have gotten him killed! Or you could have gotten me killed. What the fuck are you gonna do when its a real job and we have to rely on you to-"

Lester cut in, "Will you two shut the fuck up?"

"No, I will not shut the FUCK up, Lester. Why don't you go find a fucking hacker that doesn't let their feelings get in the way of a FUCKING job?" Trevor snapped.

"Trevor, I'm sorry." I cried. "I'll do better I promise. You just need to back off of me. You make me uncomfortable sometimes when you-"

"When I what!?" He shouted. He reached in the waist of his jeans and pulled out a small gun. He pointed it at me, and I put my head on the ground and covered it with my arms, screaming for him to spare me. I could feel the gun pointed at me.

Lester tried to reason with Trevor as I rocked back and forth shaking. "T, don't kill her you idiot! It's bad enough we don't know where Eddie is and what condition he is in. Eden is new to this and you have to be patient. Just put the gun down and apologize so we can get back to my house."

I looked up, and Trevor slid the gun into the waistband of his jeans where it was before, and offered me a hand to help me up, which I declined. I stumbled to my feet and staggered to the van. I over heard Lester say to Trevor, "Maybe we should go separate ways for the next few days. I'll be in touch when I hear about Eddie."

"I couldn't shoot her, Lester." Trevor spoke up under his breath.

"I know you couldn't. Talk to you later." Lester came over to the van. "You are driving me home."

"Okay." I sniffled. All I wanted was to go home. And by home I meant Paleto Bay. 

Trevor pushed Eddie out of the car so fast that it was an instinct to dispose of those who are useless to him. But him just not shooting me has added to what Michael said, that I must be special. How did Michael know T wouldn't be able to hurt me? It seemed like he was pretty set on pulling the trigger while I had a break down on the roof of the parking garage, and that he wasn't just trying to scare me. If he didn't know I was terrified of him before, he knows it now.