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Heist

She sighed. They arrived in one of the rundown looking houses somewhere Los Santos. She doesn't even know where she is anymore but she's sure she's never been into this neighborhood. She's now examining the green house they are approaching in.

"So what do you think huh?" Michael asked her. She shrug her shoulders.

"It looks ayt but nah." She replied. He honestly don't have any idea what she just said but he could not care less.

"Les, it's Michael. I'm also with our new member." He said talking to the CCTV on the side of the door. She heard the guy on the other line agreed and the door immediately opened. Getting inside, she noticed that it almost look like a safehouse.

"Where are the others?" Michael asked. The Les guy whom she believes is the guy wearing green polo and obviously has disability look up to her.

"On the way here." He replied coolly not taking his suspicious look on her.

"Mikey, are you sure this is the person you're telling me about? She looks like she needs to do her homework." He said/insulted. Taylor made a disgusted face. How can this man judge her?

"I finished college sir." She replied, obviously annoyed. Michael hushed them both.

"Lester, this is our girl, Taylor. She ran away from home. We can get used of a skilled gunman like her." He explained. Taylor was taken aback on that.

"Wait, what? Gunman?" She shockingly asked. Michael sighed.

"Unfortunately yes. A gunman." He cleared. Taylor didn't expect it. He never ever thought that this guy is a potential criminal. She thought she'll work on company kind of thing.

"Michael. Brother. The fuck? You want me, a 21 year old girl who never became independent because she's a crybaby to be a gunman?" She asked, her hands are now shaking.

"Look, kid. You call me up for this job." Michael reason out.

"Yeah, a decent job not a job where I am required to kill people." She half shouted. Suddenly, a man around late twenties arrived.

"What is going on?" He asked as he walk inside.

"Oh hey Frank." Michael greeted. The newcomer look at the her.

"The fuck? We have a new guy?" He asked and take the nearest sit.

"What are you and this chick fighting about?" He asked Michael.

"She's supposedly our new gunman. But apparently, she don't want to kill people." Michael said looking at her in annoyance.

"Where'd you get the kid Mike?" The Frank guy asked.

"Kingsley Brandt's girl. Can you believe it? She ran away from home." He explained.

"Oh shit! KB's daughter? Damn you must be good in guns girl." Franklin said. Taylor doesn't know how to react next. She don't know if she can be flattered with that.

"Franklin's the name kid." He offered his hand to her, which she accepted in hesitation.

"Can you do the job or not? Kid?" Lester suddenly asked Taylor.

"No. Never." She said. Michael facepalmed. Lester sighed.

"Alright. We should do something about this. You're already involve, so you don't have a choice. Can you atleast drive?" He asked. Taylor shook her head.

"Well. I guess, yeah." She said.

"Alright. You can temporarily be the getaway driver. And lookout." Lester said.