A Few Months Later
It has been about four months since Madrazo decided to take my friend away from me. He made a very big mistake when I killed almost all of the mercenaries that he sent after us. I have been sitting in a very comfortable room at the Pillbox Hill Medical center. I say comfortable that was seeing how the FIB have two guys sitting outside my room a all times and I'm not to be alone at all. You see after I passed out after killing those mercs a large amount of cops came and cleaned up the mess yadda yadda and then somehow the FIB got involved. For some reason Steve Haines and Agent Sanchez came to me about a few weeks after my surgery, saying that they were employing me for the future and that they'll be keeping a close eye on me. Steve visits from time to time whenever he isn't filming for his show, The Underbelly of Paradise. They haven't really said anything about needing me and my friends soon but they'd let me know, and I haven't seen them for a few weeks.
I've been healing greatly since i've been here and i'm guessing the FIB, more so Steve Haines, wants me to make a speedy recovery. I have been visited by my friends but its occasional, but that was before I had a little chat with Madrazo. I told him he could go fuck himself before I gave him the keys back to the ranch. He just wanted that back and I gave it to him, but while I stayed there I did place C4 around the property. Don't know when i'll blow it but I do know is it will be after the story for Grand Theft Auto is finished. I should be released soon, don't know when but it should be sometime soon. I was watching the TV when a doctor came in.
"Mr. Smirnov." he said gaining my attention. "How are you feeling today?"
"Other than spending another day in a very sterilized prison cell, doin fine." I said as I changed the TV channel to the news.
"Well you did cause a large public disturbance a few months back, which having killed a few men. You are severely lucky to not be in a prison hospital."
"What did you come in here for doc?" I asked.
"I just came in here to check in on you and check on some other things." he said as he went to work. I paid him no mind as he went and check several things in the room before he started to leave. "Have a good day Mr. Smirnov. I'll check in later today." With that he left, I just turned my attention back to the TV.
"WEAZAL NEWS. Devin Weston profits from congress's decision to allow Merryweather Security Consulting to expand domestic operations. Gang crime is on the rise. Experts blame lack of movies. The funding war between security agencies rages in the capitol. It's official, epsilonism is not a cult. Credits roll on another historic Vinewood movie studio. The Bawsaq in wild swings again, as stocks drop. Devin Weston, Los Santos's legendary billionaire investing guru, was celebrating along with Don Percival, CEO of a controversial private security business yesterday. Weston announced his fund had taken an eleven percent stake in Merryweather. Percival, meanwhile, was happy, after defeating a government plan to outlaw the expansion of Merryweather's domestic operations. Expect more privatized high-security firms to begin domestic operations, as the war on terror continues to rage. Gang crime is on the rise, and politicians are blaming lack of media coverage and sensationalism. The recent fall in the popularity of gang movies, focusing on both African-American and Hispanic street gangs,has lead to a rise in gang violence; experts warned yesterday. As people no longer have movies to warn them of the danger of making bad choices. Movie mogul Solomon Richards and his struggling Richards Majestic studios will be reeling today. From the news that another historic movie studio, Lowenstein Pictures, has closed, and will be turned into luxury condos. Will there soon be nothing left in America but reality TV and property that nobody can afford? The funding war between IAA and FIB intensifies after congress promised to slash spending and both agencies reccomend it's the other one. Cult News. Cris Formage and his fellow epsilonists were celebrating yesterday after The Supreme Court of the State of San Andreas overturned the revenue services claim that the epsilon program was a cult, and a pyramid scheme and not a real religion; and therefore should have it's charitable status repealed. Mr. Formage, who was believed to of amassed a fortune of several billion dollars, wept on the steps of the courthouse. I'm Karl Kelly. Markets were volatile as the Bawsaq index went into freefall and then got hit hard before a late rally had everyone really confused. If you want to understand more, pick up my new book, Mounting Bulls And Riding Bears. Weazel News, Confirming Your Prejudices."
"Well that sounds like things are starting. Next should be the repossession mission if im not mistaken." I whispered to myself. I should let the guys know if they don't already, with that I picked up the trashable phone i had on the stand next to me. I dialed in their number and waited for someone to pick up.
"Yo who is it?" Brandon asked.
"It's me. You guys watch the news recently?" I asked
"Yes I just did why?"
"I believe the story is about to start, get ready. Also I need you and Ghost to meet me soon, preferably before the repossession."
"Sure I'll see if I can get us there before then. Talk to you later." he said before hanging up. I waited for another few hours until someone else came into the room.
"I hope I'm not interrupting you." Steve said as he closed the door behind him.
"Did I say you could come in?" I asked.
"No, but you don't have a say in anything right now. So..." he retorted.
"Whatever Steve just tell me what you want so I can go back to the quiet."
"Well I've come to make a deal with you. Wanna hear it?" I just started at him for a few moments before he continued. "Fine be a bum and ruin my fun. Anyways as you know the FIB are having a turf war with the IAA over budget and yadda yadda all the boring stuff. I have come to ask you if you would be willing to take a job." he finished, and I'll be honest that did have my attention.
"I'll bite, what do you want me to do?" I asked with a bored tone.
"Well there's this upstart gang banger in Strawberry name Franklin Clinton. He shows a promising future, but he'll get himself killed sooner or later."
"And?"
"And I, not the bureau, want you to help him by getting him away from that dumb cocksucker Lamar Davis."
"Why?"
"That's none of your concern, all you need to know is what we tell you. So will you take the job or not?"
"Fine, but I want something in return." I said as I turned and looked Steve in the eyes.
"What do you want? Hookers? Money? Sex?"
"No, I have standards man. No I want an abandoned bunker."
"Alright I can have a contact set you up with one. If you do this personal job I'll owe you."
"I'll settle to that. Now can you let me out of this hospital?" I asked.
"Do whatever you want, just know we have eyes everywhere. So don't try anything." Steve said as he left. I gave a sigh as I went back to watching TV, and regrettably everything in this world sucks when it comes to television. Anyways I spent the rest of the day and night in the hospital, and when the morning came I asked the morning nurse to go get the doctor. As I waited for the nurse to return with the doctor I decided to watch the morning news. It was your normal weather news channel, albeit a little more graphic, but it still got the weather and news across. About halfway into it a news report came on.
"Breaking News. A gang shootout in Puerta Del Sol. Excitement is building for Lifeinvader's new product launch. A breakthrough in the notorious Leonora Johnson case. The Senora Desert, a hotbed for illegal arms trafficking from south of the border. Is the Paparazzi going out of business? Some hope so. A quiet cul-de-sac erupted in gang violence as a bloody massacre left several Vagos gang members dead. A trail of devastation and no clear idea what happened or why. Police don't know if this means drug wars between hispanic gangs have reignited, or, if this was simply a deal or an altercation gone terribly wrong. The smug-"
I turned the TV off as I had heard enough and knew where I was going after this. Once I set the remote down the door to my room opened and the doctor stepped in.
"The nurse said you wanted to see me Mr. Smirnov."
"Yea, I want to ask you a question. Can I leave? Steve Hanes said I could last night."
"We'd need the permission from-"
"Last time I checked I'm not a fugitive anymore, so you can't keep me here. And if i don't want to be here you legally can't keep me here against my will."
"You have a point but I sti-"
"Not to be rude but I don't care. I have a job to do and people to punish."
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." the doctor grumbled as he left. I proceeded to grab everything thats been in here with me which if I'm honest isn't much. Putting on a black sharp fitted top, black fitted suit pants and a pair of black Oxfords. Getting everything I left the room and proceeded to the nurse station on the floor I was staying.
"Alright Mr Smirnov it looks like you are free to go. Just sign these papers and you're good go." she said as she handed me some papers. I signed them and handed them back to her, to which she looked them over. "Everything seems to be in order, but we do recommend that for the next month or two you don't do anything too tedious."
"Yes mam." I said as I headed to the elevator. Clicking the buttons led me to the first floor where I walked out and watched as cars drove by. Breathing in deeply I let it out in one large exhale. "Ah freedom, feels so good. Now let's go get an old man and a young man acquainted." I said as I hailed a taxi and after waiting about twenty minutes one stopped for me. God sometimes I hate this city. Sighing I opened the door got in and shut the door.
"Good evening sir my name is Rahjesh and Ill be your driver for today. Where can I take you?" the Indian driver asked.
"I'd like to go to Premium deluxe Motorsport at the corner of Power St and Adam's Apple Blvd." I said as he started to tap the screen. When he was done we started on our way onto my destination. For anyone that ever played GTA or GTA Online you know how bad the NPC's were, remember that? Well these people were just as bad. Maybe worse...I honestly don't want to find out. About twenty minutes later I arrived where I wanted to go. Rahjesh pulled to the side of the road and looked back at me.
"Alright sir that'll be nine dollars." he said and I forked over the cash before getting out and crossing the street. Once I got to the entrance of the dealership I looked around to find my target, and it didn't take me long as I saw him talking to a lady about a car. Paying no mind I pulled him away and into his office.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Simeon asked.
"Just a friend and someone you don't want to piss off." I said as I pushed him down into his chair behind his desk. "As for what I want, I need you to send one of your employee's to go and repo a car that you just recently sold. It was bought by James De Santa." I said and Simeon was about to say something but I stopped him. "Don't speak. Just do as I say. " I said as I walked around his office. "Anyways, I know what kinda of business you have been running here Simeon Yetarian, and let me say that I do not like it. But if you do this for me maybe you can keep doing it."
You know I really should feel bad for throwing around my authority like this, or whatever kinda of authority, as I might be a FIB agent now. Then there's the fact that I haven't forgotten this annoying cunt from playing GTA for five years, and I guess this is payback. Plus I knew for a fact that after this he'll more than likely be out of a job. Back to the matter at hand...
"Fine whatever you say you racist." Simeon said as he waved me off. My response was to pull the pistol I had on me out at him "Whoa whoa calm down my friend!" he yelled as he waved his hands back and forth. "I'll do what you ask no problem just put the gun down."
"Why should I? I'm just a racist, and racists usually get rid of the things they don't like." I said as I pulled the hammer back.
"I'll do whatever you say, just please don't shoot." he whispered.
"Alright," I said as I holstered my gun and headed to the office door. "pleasure doing business with you Mr. Yetarian." With that i left the dealership and walked across the street and behind the Vapid building across the street where I found a Saddler sitting back there. Shrugging my shoulders as it was a good enough car to use I walked up to it. Looking around for any cameras or anyone watching and seeing nothing I started to lock pick the truck. Video game mini games make lock picking a lot easier than it really was. After about ten minutes a failure I finally opened the door and got in, and I was glad no one came back here.
Not caring much I went and got to work on hot wiring the truck. Being partially good with that skill it didn't take me long before I heard the engine come to life. Sighing I put the truck into drive and came out on the side I walked into before parking next to the ramp on the rocks. Not five minutes later I watched as a white Buffalo S left the dealership and headed West down Adam's Apple Blvd.
"Well it shouldn't take long before they get here. Wonder if I can get games on this phone Steve gave me." I said as I spent the next half hour trying to figure it out. Since I was used to having my phone either having an app store for games and such I wasn't expecting to have to download the games from the internet, but before I could a yellow BeeJay XL pulled up on the side of the road in front of me. Looking inside I could see Micheal pointing a pistol at the back of Franklin's head, and knowing where this was going I watched as the SUV floored it into the diagonal window in the dealership. Glass and debris went everywhere as Franklin shakily got out of the SUV, rubbing his head. Micheal wasn't that far behind him as he walked around and handed him some cash. Franklin took it and walked out as Micheal and Simeon started to fist fight. Taking this as a time to head over to the dealership, and as I pulled up Micheal was just finishing kicking Simeon's ass. Leaving the truck running I got out and waited for Micheal to come out and when he did I flagged him down.
"What do you want asshole?" he asked.
"Whoa no need for hostilities friend. Just giving you this." I said as I handed him a piece of paper with my phone number on it. "If you ever need help with anything, and I mean anything, just give me a call and I'll be right over."
"Hey pal I don't need some random idiot giving me shit." he said.
"Just keep it... you never know you might need someone to help you rob a bank or something." I said as I climbed back into the truck.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked as he looked back from the paper to me and back to the paper.
"Just a friend." I said "Just be careful with that kid." With that I drove off and headed to go meet with some Criminals to see if they'll steal a yacht that will be sold to them.
"Have to make sure things go according to the story." I thought to myself as I left Micheal in my rear view mirror.