A Fourth Option

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"A.) Listen to some fifty-grand-a-year pension hunter, or B.) A billionaire? Who even the president lets finger his wife. Or C.)? Try and be really stupid and save two idiot mentors of yours and have everybody in the Goddamn state crawling up your ass. A, B, or C? Time's ticking pal, beep, beep, beep, AND your answer IS?"

Who the fuck does this dude think he is? Franklin Clinton thought in his anger.

He had just gotten home after the biggest (and last) job of his life, and just moments later the doorbell rang. Frank answered, thinking maybe Micheal and Trevor had come over to celebrate, maybe bringing Lester with them, only to find Devin Weston , the rich scamming fuck, stretching on his front step, asking for coconut water, which Franklin figured was some dumb health drink crap for rich white people. And if that wasn't enough, next thing Franklin knew, the fucker told him that he wanted Frank to kill Micheal, the guy who had pretty much raised Frank from just another gangbanger in Chamberlain Hills to a high-end thief living in an awesome house in the Vinewood Hills, for seemingly no other reason than the fact that it was Devin Weston telling him to do it.

"Man, you know what?", Franklin said as he opened the door and waved his uninvited guest out, "Man, fuck you."

Weston, naturally, didn't seem bothered at all, "Genius answer, pal. Total genius, but time is running. You think about it. Me? I got a triathlon coming up, and I am in deeeeeep training (he did a stupid little air hump as he said that). Buh-bye!", and with that, Weston jogged off towards his black-clad goons.

"Man, fuck you!", Franklin said as he slammed the door. He was so angry that he couldn't think of anything to say to Weston other than the same line he had given less than thirty seconds before.

Franklin knew what Weston wanted him to do. He wanted him to think over everything that had happened and everything Frank knew; that Micheal had betrayed so many people, that Steve Haines was so full of himself that it probably made him insane, that Weston could have killed the mayor in his own mansion and gotten away with it, and arrive at the conclusion that killing Micheal for Weston was the best option. But he didn't care. Micheal and Trevor had always stood by him. Even when they hated each other to the point that they wanted to kill each other, they held off long enough to help Franklin out. There was no way in hell he'd betray them, even if it cost his life. Micheal and Trevor were his homies. He had to save them.

But how the fuck do I do that? Franklin wondered. He thought and thought, but no foolproof plan came to mind. It's not like he could just attack Haines or Weston out of the blue. Even with all the damage they'd been taking, each of them still had some power left in the city. Weston had a small army at his disposal. And Haines probably had some dirty agents on his payroll, too. Then there was the matter of just knowing where they were. They'd be protecting their bosses, and would come after Franklin and the guys once they knew Weston and Haines were gone. Not to mention he didn't know where to find either of the fuckers. There was just no way to save Micheal and Trevor and keep himself alive. Night had fallen by the time he realized this was too difficult a job for him to figure out.

Maybe Lester can come up with something. thought Franklin as he pulled out his phone. Lester was one of the smartest people Franklin knew. Every successful job he had been part of was planned out by Lester. If anyone could come up with a plan for this clusterfuck, it was Lester

"Frank, perfect timing.", a familiar nasally voice answered, "I just got a call from Agent Norton."

"Norton?", Frank pictured the middle-aged suit in his mind. Dave Norton was the FIB agent who had put Micheal and his family into witness protection, and he was also the source of one major problem: Steve Haines, the self absorbed sociopath who had coerced Franklin and the other two into attacking an armored truck, a Paleto Bay bank that was apparently guarded by the fucking military, an upstate lab that was either making poison gas that was going to be unleashed on a major city or a new shaving cream formula, and the IAA, the other major US intelligence agency. He even made them attack his own agency headquarters to erase evidence, which resulted in a massive hole in the side of a skyscraper. Anything that involved Steve Haines was a disaster."Eh, man, I need to tell you somethin'. It's about Steve Haines and Devin Weston-"

"Haines wants you to kill Trevor, is that it?"

"Uh, yeah.", answered a surprised Franklin, "how'd you know?"

"Norton told me."

What? Franklin thought Why would Norton tell Lester? Does Haines want him in on this, too?

"He also said Weston will probably try to get you to kill Micheal. Did he?" Lester sounded very serious.

"Yeah, lil while ago. That's why I'm callin'. I can't kill both of 'em. Hell, man, I probably can't even kill one of them."

"Well, lucky us, that's why Norton called, too. He says he's got a way to fix all this. Meet us at the Hookies on the coastal road next to Raton Canyon. I'm gonna call Micheal and Trevor, get them to come, too. Hopefully they don't kill each other and make this whole thing a waste of everyone's time."

"Shit, here's hopin'. So, Hookies next to Raton Canyon?"

"Yes."

"The one wit' all them bikers?"

"Yes."

"The bikers who Trevor keeps killin'?"

"It's not open this late, so there won't be any bikers."

"A'ight, cool. See you there," Franklin hung up with a small sigh of relief. Dave Norton was going to help them out of this mess. All they probably needed to worry about was another job.

But is he telling the truth? What if he's luring us there to kill us? Franklin thought about this for a moment before realizing that Norton and Haines only wanted Trevor dead, and so it wouldn't make sense to bring the others out there, too.

Franklin went downstairs and changed into one of his favorite outfits; a Feud shirt under a white track jacket, loose black jeans, and pair of white sneakers with green laces. Once this was done, he walked outside into the chilly night where his one-of-a-kind Bravado Buffalo S and the Western Bagger that Lamar gave him were waiting. After a couple minutes of internal arguing, Franklin decided it was too cold at night for the bike and got into the Buffalo S. He then set off towards the coast at a speed much higher than the speed limit. After getting his license, Franklin never kept to speed limits again. Or stopped at red lights. Or stayed on his side of the road. In fact, Franklin rarely ever followed traffic laws. Not that it mattered, as the cops never actually cared for some reason. Seriously, you could blast right by the station, and they would not give a shit.

A point which was demonstrated as Franklin passed the Tequi-la-la bar in West Vinewood and a tricked out blue Enus Cognoscenti Cabrio drifted into the intersection from behind and sped off down the street to the left. Even though there was at least three police interceptors nearby, the cops acted like they didn't even notice it.

As Franklin passed the clusters of buildings that made up Chumash, he wondered what kind job Norton had in mind. Remembering all the jobs he and Haines had forced Trevor, Micheal, and himself onto, Franklin was expecting another job like those, which would probably with a lot of dead bodies, several explosions, and something important and/or expensive being stolen.

His question would soon be answered as he pulled into the parking lot of the Hookies, in which there was a slightly modified black Obey Tailgater, a blue Declasse Asea, a lighter blue Ubermacht Oracle, and a red Canis Bodhi with the most fucked up teddy bear Franklin had ever seen wedged into the bullbars. Franklin also saw a bike, but didn't think too much of it. He walked into the sitting area to find everyone else had already shown up. Norton, as always, had a tan suit on. Micheal was wearing an old leather jacket with some jeans. Lester was wearing a plaid shirt with some gray pants and a brown jacket, and his cane was next to him. Trevor had a black v-neck t-shirt and beige work pants, neither of which actually seemed to fit. Lester was sitting at a table while Norton was leaning on it, and the pair were watching as a fight brewed between Micheal and Trevor.

"Eh, what up Lester?", Franklin said as he walked up. Micheal and Trevor were too busy yelling to notice his arrival.

"Hey, Frank. Don't mind those two, they'll probably simmer down soon.", said Lester Crest. Despite his obvious creepiness and slightly angry nature, Franklin always kind of liked the old hacker. Lester had done most of the planning on the various heists that Franklin had been in. He was also the one who gave Franklin the new house.

"When they ever simmered down wit'out one of us gettin' between 'em?"

Lester gave a small chuckle. "Good point."

"Mr. Clinton," Norton, having took notice of Franklin, turned and held out his hand to the young man, who took it. Franklin still didn't know what to think of the old federal agent. He may have been FIB, but he was no friendlier with Agent TV Star than anybody else, and never really did anything annoying. "Now that we're all here, we should get started."

"Agreed," said Lester. They all turned to the two fighting old men, who looked like they were about to pull their guns.

"I HAD A FUCKING FAMILY TO LOOK AFTER! MAYBE YOU'D HAVE ONE TOO IF ANYONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU!"

"Uh, guys?"

"LOVE?! I HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME! AND IF YOUR FAMILY LOVES YOU, THEN WHY DID THEY LEAVE YOU, SUGARTITS?!"

"Gentlemen-"

"THEY CAME BACK, MOTHERFUCKER! THEY CAME BACK!"

"Guys we really need to-"

"THEY DIDN'T COME BACK FOR YOU! THEY CAME BACK FOR YOUR MONEY, YOU TRAITO-"

"EH!" For some reason, no matter how loud or angry they were, the thief and the drug dealer always listened when Franklin started yelling. "WE ONLY HERE CAUSE OF Y'ALL NIGGAS! YOU GOT US INTO THIS SHIT, AND WE TRYIN TO GET E'ERYBODY OUT! IF Y'ALL JUST GOIN KILL EACH OTHER, THE REST OF US COULDA JUST STAYED OUR ASSES IN LOS SANTOS!"

As usual, Franklin's outburst got the two to calm down, and they came over to join the conversation.

"Thanks, Frank. Like you said, you don't have to be here", said Michael. The bank robber held up his fist, which Franklin happily bumped. The two had met when Franklin was "repossessing" one of the family cars. After the whole "gun to the back of your head" thing in Jimmy's car, Michael had really grown on Franklin, to the point that Franklin considered him to be a bit of mentor. He got Franklin dragged into some crazy shit, but they were ultimately better off for it.

Trevor, on the other hand, decided to give his criminal associate a big hug, to which Franklin responded with an awkward pat on the back.

"How's my favorite gangbanger, huh?" Trevor said after he let go "By the way, thanks for not trying to kill me."

"Sure, no problem, dog." Trevor was part of the crazy shit Michael was involved in. When he first met Trevor, Franklin thought the deranged pilot would be an issue. His raging insanity had brought a lot of trouble their way, including almost getting the group onto a government watchlist. But Trevor had grown on him, too. Of course, Franklin would never consider Trevor as a role model or mentor, the dude was way too insane for that. But he could at least see the guy thought of him as a friend, and Franklin had decided to respond in kind, even if they were horribly-matched.

"You got loyalty, kid. Hold on to that. But remember, not everybody is going to be as loyal as you. You gotta keep your eye on everyone. Especially this fat fuck." Trevor poked his thumb over his shoulder to point at Michael.

"Okay, idiot-"

"Anyway," interjected Lester before Micheal could start another fight, "I think we need to stop talking and let Agent Norton tell us why we're all here." The four criminals turned to the government agent.

"Well, let's hear it, Davey."

"Right." Everybody sat down at the table. Norton pulled out a briefcase from under the table and began placing the contents on the table. "First of all, you should know this isn't going to be like anything that Steve and I have had you do in the past."

"How so?" Trevor interrupted to be Trevor for a bit. "Are we gonna be invading a secret underground lair? Or maybe we're gonna kidnap the daughter of some Washington bureaucrat fucker and beat her until he gives up his porn stash? What's it gonna be, stoogey?'

"Secondly," Norton went on as if Trevor hadn't said anything,"this job is going to take a while."

Micheal leaned forward. "And about how long is 'a while'?"

"About a year."

"WHAT?!" All at once, both Franklin's mouth fell open, Lester turned his head so fast he cricked his neck, and Trevor pretended to fall over.

"What job could possibly take a whole fucking year?!" asked Lester as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Surveillance. Normal FIB work. Things you've never done since Mr. Leisurewear was never the kind of agent for that."

"And why do you need us for this?"

"Because with everything that's happened as of late, the higher ups are paranoid of all government agents, especially their own."

"Gee, I wonder why," said Lester. Everyone remembered the dangerous shit Haines had them do, like steal that nerve toxin from an upstate labratory. Franklin was convinced that it hadn't even been nerve toxin, but something completely random that Haines decided to sell to one of his "friends" for his own little paycheck.

"So you want us to just watch somebody... for a year?" Micheal asked.

"A group, but yes."

"Well, thanks for the offer, but I'd rather take my chances with Merryweather and Devin Weston." Michael got up and began walking away. He'd had enough. The others started to get up as well. Lester was the only one present who was any good at watching people, and even he wasn't going to drop everything just to watch someone for an entire year. Norton, however, didn't look worried by this.

"I never said you'd be doing this for free."

"Oh really? And how much would we be getting for our services?" asked Trevor as he attempted to extract his left leg from under the table.

"Ten percent of the operation's budget. Each."

"Ten percent?" Franklin asked. "Ten percent of fuckin' what?"

"A little over ten billion."

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks (except for Trevor,who had really fallen over this time) and stared at Norton.

"What was that?" asked Trevor, who had poked his head over the tabletop.

"You heard me, Mr. Phillips." Norton was looking a little smug for once. The four criminals looked at each other.

"Where did you get that much money?" Micheal asked.

"Remember the armored truck?"

"How much money was in that fucking truck, anyway?" Despite doing all the work, neither Michael, Trevor, or Franklin had seen a single cent from that truck. All they got was the car job (which went so well) and Michael's meeting with legendary movie producer Solomon Richards (which actually did go pretty well).

"More than enough for financing this job, as well as fixing headquarters, and much more."

Had it been anyone else, they would've shrugged this ludicrous number off as a joke. But this was Norton. Norton rarely joked around. And he never joked about a job, no matter how stupid. The four of them slowly sat back down at the table.

"Ok, Dave, you've got our attention," said Michael.

"Good."

"But that big payday you're offering creates one hell of a question; who's so important that you need all that cash just to watch them?"

Rather than answer him, Norton pulled some pictures out from one of the piles of paper and laid them out on the table. "Ten months ago, a bunch of students in a town a little south of Liberty City called Canterlot started Bleeting about weird things, like magic and demons and princesses, during their fall dance before it was all deleted."

"Sounds like they got their hands on some product." Trevor said.

"I assumed as much, except there's evidence that something unusual really occurred. Eleven people in the surrounding area, ranging from children to senior citizens, called the police reporting a large beam of light protruding into the sky, with a few also saying they saw a rainbow vortex not long after. A couple sent pictures the next day." Norton pushed forward two pictures, one showing a thin beam of light protruding over some trees and the other showing the rainbow vortex.

"And then, there's the damage to the school." Norton pushed forward another picture. The picture showed a big nice-looking school on a sunny day. In front of the school was a statue of a horse. No damage at all. Bewildered, Franklin looked up at Norton.

"Uh, that's just a school, man. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' it." said Franklin. Without a word, Norton pushed forward another picture.

"Oh, shit!" The picture showed the same school with the same sky and the same statue, but there was one difference; a huge hole where the front door and windows were supposed to be.

"So we got magic shit, princesses, and a big-ass hole in the building." said Trevor,"This is getting interesting."

"The weirdest part is, I agree." said Michael,"Anything else like this happen?"

"Funny you should ask. There was another incident two months later, this time at a stage that the school was renting. Some more chatter, but much less than before. Only one picture, and not a very good one; captured by a security camera." Norton pulled out another picture and put it on the table. This one was a lot blurrier, and looked like it was taken from a distance. In it, there were three long, skinny figures floating above a stage.

"What are those things?" asked Lester, pointing to the three figures.

"No idea. Nothing online said anything specific." Norton pulled out another picture."There were two more occurrences after that. One was in February, three months after the second incident. This time, there was no chatter from the residents or the students, but visiting students from Crystal Prep, a private school in Liberty City, started talking to each other online about the 'magic at the Friendship Games'. Of course, this was all deleted quickly."

Trevor was howling with laughter. "The what?!" If it wasn't for the massive shitpile that the dysfunctional group was currently drowning in, Franklin would've been laughing, too.

"The Friendship Games, a series of competitions between Crystal Prep and CHS, all in the name of friendship and getting to know each other." said Norton. How he managed to say that with a straight face, nobody ever found out.

"CHS... Canterlot High School. Guess we've found an epicenter." said Lester.

"Indeed. As for the fourth occurrence, there was no online posts or pictures, but a couple weeks ago a satellite captured footage of a dome made of trees growing in the Everfree Forest, which isn't too far away from Canterlot. The dome was soon destroyed by something very bright."

"And let me guess, CHS was involved in some way?"

Norton nodded. "The school was taking some of their students to a camp in the forest for a summer trip."

"So what's up, dog?" asked Franklin, "I mean, the fuck goin' on over there?"

"What do you think I'm hiring you to find out?"

"Where the hell we goin' start, then? We got a location, but we ain't got no target."

At this, Norton pulled out yet another set of photos, along with some files. "Going by the early Bleets, our targets are the members of a band called the 'Rainbooms'." This time, everyone except Norton laughed. They laughed until Lester's laugh turned into a violent coughing fit.

"So who's in this band?" asked Trevor as he wiped a joyful tear from his eye.

"Some of the female upperclassmen; Rainbowdash, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, and Pinkie Pie." Norton laid down each respective file as he listed them off. "These two are the ones we're really interested in." He pushed forward the files of Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer

Lester coughed one last time and pulled out his inhaler. "What makes these two more important than the others?" he said before putting the inhaler to his mouth.

"Well for one thing, Sunset Shimmer is gone."

"Wait, you mean she disappeared?" Michael asked.

"No, I mean she died. Years ago. Sunset Shimmer died with her parents in a car crash when she was seven." Norton laid a picture on the table depicting a burned and mangled sedan being pulled out of a snowy ditch, while police stood in the background with what appeared to be an old grieving couple.

Franklin let out a low whistle. "Shit, man. That's rough."

Trevor ploughed on in his sudden curiosity. "And the other one? Is she dead too?"

"No, but nothing matches up when it comes to her. Apparently, she just suddenly showed up in Canterlot for the first two incidents. And on the second incident, she somehow managed to be in Canterlot while attending her brother's funeral in Liberty City." Norton frowned at the file he was reading. "Looks like someone made a mistake; that's supposed to say 'wedding'. Anyway, Twilight Sparkle wouldn't officially visit Canterlot for the first time until three months later, when the third incident occurred."

Norton put down the file. "That's it. That's everything we have on the situation."

Michael spoke up. "That's all fascinating, but there's still some issues on our end."

"Such as?"

"Well , how does this help us? All that money is great, but it's not gonna stop Devin Weston from trying to kill me and my family... or stop Haines from killing Trevor."

"This operation came straight from the top brass. Extremely secret. You could count the number of people who know about it on your fingers."

"But how does that help us?"

"If this operation is a success, I get more leverage in the FIB. I can get both Steve Haines and Devin Weston arrested on multiple charges."

"Okay, but what my family?"

"Of course you only care about YOUR family!" exclaimed Trevor. "What about OUR families, huh?!"

"You don't have a fucking family, Trevor. We've been over this."

"Well, what about Franklin's aunt?"

"Like I fuckin care 'bout her bitch-ass. But I am worried 'bout the homie Lamar. That motherfucker probably goin' get his self took again."

Norton interrupted before Trevor could say anything else. "They'll be moved to secure locations."

"Like, a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?"

"They'll be in nice hotels in another city. One of the benefits of a large budget."

"What about our property?" Lester asked.

"All payments and taxes will be halted until we're done."

Each of the four thieves pondered over everything they had just heard. It should've sounded like bullshit, but if the FIB believed these crazy things enough to spend ten billion investigating, there had to be something there. None of them had any idea what was going on, but they were all curious.

"I'm in." Trevor said almost immediately.

"So am I. Should be a nice change of pace." Lester was looking a little excited.

After a little more thinking, Michael gave his answer. "It'll be a pain in the ass to explain to Amanda and the kids, but count me in."

Everybody turned to Franklin.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Frank." Michael said. "You've taken enough of our shit."

Franklin said nothing, and instead watched the Cabrio from earlier fly past, this time with the roof down. It wasn't like there was much left to ask about. The conversation had covered all the bases. But Franklin wasn't thinking of reasons he shouldn't go. He was thinking of what he was going to do with all that money. All his life, he'd dreamed about getting out of Chamberlain Hills. Now, all of a sudden, the world had opened up to him. He could go wherever he wanted, do whatever he pleased. He was overwhelmed. He didn't know where to start. It dawned on him that he would probably never work again once he had the money from this job.

But first, he had to get it.

And there was only one way to do that.

Franklin turned to the others; the crew that he'd be working with for the next year.

"A'ight," he said. "Where we start?"

Moving Up In The World (PREVIEW)

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*11 hours earlier*

It was a usually hot day in Los Santos. The smog from all the pollution was present, but not thick enough to hide the buildings and people of the city. Small specks of black floated around. Whether they were birds, bits of trash, or something else entirely, nobody knew. In the distance, the Pacific Ocean spread out onto the horizon. All this could be seen from the balcony of the Galileo Observatory, where two teenagers were in a viewing area, taking in the sight.

"And you're sure you two can do this?"

Zero Day was a young girl, around 17 or 18 (she didn't know when her birthday was, as she had been abandoned at an early age). She had pale green skin, and a head of slightly messy brown hair, some of which was tied back with a rubber band; she could have used a hair band, but she thought using random stuff was more fun. She was wearing an gray jacket that was a size too large over a light blue tank top which had a yellow power button symbol on it, and a red skirt that hung just above her knees. Her feet, covered by a pair of checked canvas sneakers, were dangling over the ground while she sat on a wall that guarded visitors from a 35 foot drop. Next to her was a cell phone with a line open.

"Come on, have some faith in us! We're ready! We've been ready for a while now!" Despite the evil covering every inch of the city, Zero always had a playful voice that was full of life and joy.

"Faith is for children, Ms. Day. Mr. Weston wants results." said the businessman on the other end "And Mr. Weston may believe you are capable, but if you're still kids. If you fuck up-"

"We won't fuck up." said Turbocharger. Turbo was a guy, about the same age as Zero (like her, he'd been abandoned at an early age, and had no idea what date he was born on). He had brown skin and black hair that spiked forwards and up at the front. His eyes were dark purple. He was wearing a black hoodie under a denim vest with blue jeans. The sleeves of his hoodie were pushed up to his elbows, and both his black hi-top sneakers had a yellow stripe on the side. On the back of his vest was a depiction of a black racing helmet in front of a cross made from a wrench and a piston. He was leaning on the wall that Zero Day sat on, and spoke to the cell phone that lay between them. "We've never fucked up. You know that."

"Expect that time Mr.Galante caught you."

"We still got away with it!"

"He tracked you down two hours later."

"Ok, once." Zero interjected "We messed up once, but that's still better than anyone else."

"In any case, the package is on the move, and will reach Portola Drive shortly."

"I don't suppose you'll tell us what's... you know... in the package?" Zero asked.

"With the amount you're being paid, you don't need to know. Good luck."

"We don't need it..." Said Turbo as he leaned in close to the phone"...we make our own luck."

"Mr. Charger, is that one of your famous movie quotes?"

"Actually, that one's from a video game."

There was a long silence. Turbo and Zero glanced at each other.

"...just call me when you get the package." The phone beeped to indicate the end of the call.

Turbo picked up the phone and put it in his pocket. "Well, I guess Weston likes assholes, otherwise it'd be weird that he keeps hiring them."

"What happened to the last one? Molly, I think her name was?" Zero asked as she jumped down from the wall.

"Don't know, don't really care. Probably flew off somewhere."

The pair walked to the parking lot where Turbo's car was waiting. It was a race yellow Elegy Retro, and one of the fastest cars in San Andreas. Under the nearly-two-decade-old body were the best and most expensive parts that could be fitted to it. The roof had a vent and a spoiler which complimented the high carbon spoiler on the trunk. At the front there was an extreme performance hood, a set of xenon lights, and an intercooler so big that the bumper mesh had to be removed. The extended front splitter, drift skirts, and bumper just above the carbon diffuser and twin chrome-exhausts were covered in brand names, and the chrome rims were hugged by custom Atomic tires. Because of the rocket and black tear on both sides of the car, the local street racers named it "The Yellow Rocket". It was such a clever and imaginative name that Zero renamed the car "The Nuclear Banana", which ended up as the name Turbo called it, too.

"So, what do you think the douche wants us to grab?" Turbo asked as he started the car.
"I don't know" Zero put on her seatbelt "Maybe it's a list of cash houses."

They looked at each other for a moment. Then they burst out laughing.

"Guy like that? Yeah right, like he'd want something that makes sense." said Turbo "Wait, what's a cash house again?"

"It's where people count their money when they don't want it in the bank."

"Ah, right."

The car pulled out of the parking lot and began making its way to Portola Drive in Rockford Hills. It was moving at a pace where most people would be screaming their head off, but Turbo made it seem like a gentle cruise in an expensive luxury car. Turbo had always been good with cars. Building, driving, racing, stealing, you name it, he could (and probably did) do it. He could drive any car, in any fashion, at any speed. Cars were Turbo's specialty, after all.

"You know what this means, right?" Zero asked.

"That we're moving up in the world?" Turbo twitched the wheel as they went through an intersection. "Yeah, I suppose we are."

"Isn't it great?" Zero pushed the back of her seat all the down and stretched out. "We're making a name for ourselves."

"I thought we already have. Everyone on the racing scene is intimidated by me..."

"...and I'm always winning hacking competitions and messing with the big corporations, yes. But this is different!" Zero sat up and looked Turbo with bright eyes. "We're making serious money now! If we keep getting jobs like this, we might be able to to retire at 30!" Zero paused to watch the dials on the glovebox as their needles went up and down "Crazy when you think about how we started out."

Turbo chuckled. "From stealing wallets and food to survive to getting hired by billionaires to steal stuff from gangsters. Sounds like a good book."

"Yepperdoodle." Zero played with Turbo's cheek before she laid back and watched world go by, going over the plan in her head. Turbo went back to driving.

In a matter of moments, the car parked across the street from the Posonbys on Portola Drive. Being the most well-known shopping district for the rich on the West Coast, it was covered in tourists, paparazzi, and expensive cars. In fact, there were a bunch of kids and teens (Zero guessed three-fourths were younger than 12) screaming their heads off all round two particular white cars, a supercar and a six-wheeled truck. Among the kids was a group of typical internet celebrities, all wearing the same sort of "designer" clothes that were really just regular clothes with company logos on them.

"Ah, shit, it's that fucking trust fund turd." Turbo said while closing the car door.

"Paulo Rice." The name rolled off Zero's tongue with barely concealed disdain. She had seen some girls at LSH pining over his videos. They all just adored him. Personally, Zero just wanted to stuff his face in a toilet. All he and his little posse of rich kids seemed to do was pull dumb and annoying pranks, endanger everyone around them, flaunt their parents' cash, and generally be an all around douches. They even made some songs, all of which were just shitty raps about how "cool" they were. There were very few people in existence who could make Zero so mad. "Why do those airheads have to be here today, of all days?"

"They don't deserve those rides" said Turbo.

"Well, I don't know about that." Zero said,"I mean, they probably worked hard for them."

Turbo gave her a hard look as they jogged across the street "Z, do you realize what you just said?"

"Yes, and now I would like to go home and wash out my mouth with soap."

"Well, too bad, 'cause we gotta do this job first."

"We've got hours until nightfall." Zero pointed out, "plenty of time to go home and back."

"But you said the package could leave at any minute." Turbo said. The two started walking towards the southern corner of the building, away from the crowd.

"Don't worry, though. I'm sure we'll find something to distract us into the meantime." They walked around the corner and got ready to climb the building. "And for the love of God, don't actually put soap in your mouth this time."

Zero said nothing and walked up to the wall with Turbo. She was about to start climbing when something clicked in her mind.

Something to distract...

Zero went back the corner and peeked around it. Rice and his lackeys were now taking selfies for their social media.

"What are you doing?" Turbo asked, removing his hand from the wall. Zero turned toward him with mischevious look on her face.

"I've had an idea." she said. Turbo raised an eyebrow and looked around the corner. A small smile appeared on his face as he realized what she was thinking.

"Oh, this oughta be good."

"You know what you're gonna say?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, let's do this."

Zero and Turbo put on their masks and walked around the corner to find the Internet celebrities starting up a live stream. As soon as they did Rice and his crew started yelling out to the camera and the crowd behind them. Somehow, the kids around him started yelling even louder.

"Hey, what's up Ricers, today we're-"

"THE NAME'S TAKEN, DUMBASS!" The entire crowd turned to Turbo "AND I GOTTA SAY, REAL RICERS ARE WAY BETTER THAN THESE LITTLE SHITS!"

Rice walked to the front of the fuming crowd and held his hand up for silence. "Hey, do you know who I am?! Do you?!" He yelled.

"YEAH, WE KNOW!" Zero yelled "YOU'RE JUST SOME TALENTLESS, SPOILED BRAT HANGING AROUND WITH OTHER SPOILED BRATS ON THE INTERNET!"

Even from this distance, Zero could see his face turn bright red. "Don't make me come over there!"

"OR WHAT?! YOU GONNA THROW DADDY'S MONEY AT US?!"

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST GO HOME TO THAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOUR'S!" Turbo yelled "OH WAIT, SHE LEFT YOU FOR A PAPER SALESMAN!"

"Motherfucking..." Rice turned to the crowd and pointed at the two masked teens. "GET THEM!"

The crowd started running towards Zero and Turbo, screaming bloody murder. After a moment's surprise, the two panicked and ran back around the corner. The crowd followed them, only to find absolutely nothing. Rice soon came around the corner, as well.

"Where the hell did they go?!"

"Seriously?" Zero muttered. She was watching the kids from the top of the building. "Why doesn't anybody ever look up?"

"No idea." Turbo responded as he climbed over the edge of the building. Despite the fact that Turbo was the one with more muscle, Zero was always the better climber and parkourist. Perhaps because she was a bit smaller than him, and therefore more nimble.

"Look!" The pair looked down when one of Rice's posse pointed towards an opening down the street. The crowd ran into the alleyway, which had a bunch of guys in black suits in it who immediately moved to stop it.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't be here!" Yelled one of the guards. Naturally, the rabid fans didn't listen. An argument broke out as the kids started fighting with the guards.

"Alright, let's see if my plan worked." Zero and Turbo ran across the rooftops until they were just past the middle of the alley and looked over the wall on the edge. They saw a lot more guards protecting a black van. Noticing the commotion, most of the guards ran over to help, leaving two near the building they were on land one on the other side of the alley. Turbo stepped onto the wall and held out his hand to Zero.

"You ready?"

Zero looked back to the fight. Just as she'd assumed, the guards wouldn't pull their guns on a bunch of kids, but the kids weren't about to back down anytime soon.

"Hell yeah." She turned back to Turbo and took his hand. He pulled her up onto the wall, and together they jumped on the two guards. The guards' heads slammed into the ground. Turbo's guard was knocked out instantly.

"Hey!" The remaining guard reached into his jacket and began pulling out his gun. Before he had the chance to fire, Zero pulled out her taser from her jacket and fired it at him. The guard shook from the electric shock and fell over, his gun sliding to the middle of the alley, right behind the van. Zero looked back at the fight.

Alright, nobody noticed anything. Good. But as Zero got up, she felt something grab her leg. She yelped and looked down. The guy she fell on was staring at her, groaning. One hand was gripping her ankle, while the other was raising a gun to point at her head. Turbo reacted unnaturally quickly, grabbing the gun arm and twising it, making the guard drop the gun, which Turbo caught. Zero recovered from her initial shock and kicked the guard's head. The guard lost consciousness.

"Well, that could have gone worse." she said.

"Could have gone a bit better, though." Turbo replied. He looked down at the gun in his hand and, with a bit of hesitation, put it in an inner pocket on his vest. He went over to the van and picked the lock until he noticed Zero sitting next to him and giving him a weird look.

"What?"

"The gun."

"Oh, that." Turbo went back to lockpicking,"Well, we're gonna need to get ourselves some real weapons eventually. Might as well get them sooner than later, right?"

"But..." Zero was worried. Her best friend had never shown interest in lethal weapons before. They had decided soon after they met that they wouldn't kill people. It just wasn't worth it.

"I thought we agreed to never kill anyone. Ever."

"I know, it's just..."

"What?" Zero put her hand gently on his shoulder. "What is it?"

Turbo once again stopped picking the lock and turned to Zero, this time with a look that said he was ready for an argument. His expression softened when he saw Zero's concerned face. He looked away.

"Shit's changed, Z. We're not stealing spare change anymore." Turbo turned back to Zero. "We're in the big league now, remember? Can't survive the big league with stealth, stun guns and martial arts. These guys, they're ready to kill in an instant. We can't be prepared for anything less.

"I guess you're right..."

Turbo put his hand on Zero's shoulder with a smile. She looked at him and smiled back. Their relationship had always been like this. Always comforting each other. Always pointing out when the other did something wrong. Always holding each other. Always smiling at each other. They were best friends, but Zero felt like there was something else there. It was what gave their bond strength, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She looked at the arms between them, each belonging to one, but holding the other.

Here I am. Here you are. I'm here for you. You're here for me. All of that has been true for as long as we've known each other. And none of that will ever change.

Zero almost laughed at herself. It sounded like something out of one of her animes.

"That's right, get out of here!" Zero's thoughts snapped back to reality. She peeked around the van. The crowd had dispersed, and the guards were returning to their original positions. Zero went back behind the van, her heart starting to race.

"They're coming back!" She whispered. Turbo's expression hardened again as he turned back to the lock. Two seconds later, it was open. There was nothing in the van except some computers. Zero hopped in and looked around.

"Blue laptop." She muttered to herself. "Blue laptop, blue laptop... Ah ha!" She found the computer and plugged in her flashdrive. After it automatically decrypted the numerous passwords on the laptop, Zero set the flashdrive to download all the files. A progress bar appeared, and quickly began filling up.

Come on, come on Zero thought to herself. She could hear footsteps getting closer. The computer beeped, telling her the download was finished.

"Yes!" She pulled out the flashdrive and put it in her pocket before getting out of the van. "Cha-Ching!"

"You didn't cha-ching fast enough." Turbo said. The guards were right on top of them. As Turbo said that, the guards noticed their unconscious colleagues and pulled out their weapons. "Do the thing!"

Zero pulled out her phone and went into her encrypted "hacking menu". She selected "NO NIGHTLIGHT" and triggered it.

There was a loud power-down noise as everything within two square blocks shut down. The guards yelled out as the lights disappeared. Thankfully, because of all the nighttime sneaking they'd done over the years, Zero and Turbo could see just fine. They ran back to wall and climbed up as fast as possible. The guards turned on their flashlights just as Turbo went over the wall and out of their sights.

"Okay." Said Turbo, breathing a little heavier. "Let's not make a habit of having serious discussions in the middle of enemy territory."

Zero and Turbo both laughed loudly before panickingly covering their mouths. They peered back over the wall. The guards were still looking around on the ground for them. They high-fived, ran across the rooftop, and jumped down to the street. The lights came back on just as they were getting in the car.

Zero sighed and dug her head into the headrest. "And now we have to go see Weston. Crap." She was not looking forward to meeting that rich creep.

"Actually, I was thinking I'll drop you off at home, and I'll go alone."

"Really? You sure you're ok going alone?"

"Hey, better than you going alone." Last time they had met Weston, he said some very inappropriate stuff to Zero. If Turbo hadn't pulled her away, she probably would have tased and beat the living crap out of the elitist prick.

"What, do you want to meet him?"

"NO! Nonononononononononononononononopleasetakemehome."

Turbo chuckled. He put the car into gear and drove east, away from the shopping district and towards home.

"I'll pick up some Cluckin Bell on the way back. Or maybe Up-N-Atom."

"Please do. Oh, I almost forgot!" Zero turned to Turbo and gave a mock bow. "A very good job, Master Charger." She said in her best fancy voice.

"And to you as well, Ms. Day."

"Zero-chan! Zero-chan!"

Zero looked away from the tv. She was sitting in the orphanage common room, playing a story video game about a zombie outbreak. She was alone aside from some of the younger orphans who were playing Une. She turned to see IdolPendant jogging toward her. Idol was the adoptive daughter of Dragonfist, the owner of the orphanage (he had married her mother; there was apparently some crazy story about yakuza and 10 billion yen that led to that, but there was never any time for it to be told). She, like her mother and Dragon, had yellow skin. Oddly, although her mother's hair was dark brown, Idol's hair color was black, like Dragon's, and mostly straight. She was wearing a bright blue track top with black yoga pants. When her parents traveled between Japan and America (which was very often) Idol usually went with them.

"Hey, Idol, what's up?"

"Galante-san is here, and would like to speak to you." She replied in a slightly high pitched Japanese accent.

"Galante?" Frank Galante was the local mob boss. When she and Turbo stole his car a few years earlier, Zero had expected him to have them killed. Instead, he saw their potential and put them to work for him. It was Galante who had gotten them a place in Dragon's well-funded and homely orphanage. Galante was pretty nice, often spending long periods of time chatting with the pair when they came to report on a job. Still, it was unusual for him to come to the orphanage. "What does he want?"

"I do not know. He only said to bring you and Turbo-kun."

"Turbo isn't here. He's getting our payment." Zero checked the clock on the wall. It was two hours past the time Turbo said he'd be home.

He said he'd pick up food on his way back. Maybe he went somewhere really busy?

Zero pushed her concerns to the back of her mind and got up. She began walking to the main entrance with Idol. She doubled back to turn off the game.

In the entrance hall, Frank Galante and Dragonfist were waiting for them. The two couldn't have looked more different. There was Galante, with his white hair (from age, not genes) and his tailored black suit over his little body. Then there was Dragon, his muscular body covered in a gray leisure suit with a red shirt, and his large, slicked back head of hair. The two men turned when the girls approached.

"Zero. How are you doing, kid?" Galante said in his gravely voice. He held his hand to Zero, who took it with both of her own.

"I'm fine, thanks." Zero remembered that Galante had wanted to see Turbo as well. "Actually, I'm not fine. Turbo was supposed to be home a couple hours ago. Do you think-"

"Turbo's okay, kid. I spoke to him just now on the phone. There was just a small problem with your payment, that's all."

"Oh, good." Zero felt a burden lift off her shoulders. "I thought he might've been in trouble, you see, and... Wait" The burden came back down "what's wrong with the payment?"

"Apparently, Weston had decided to pay you two with a car. Turbo wanted cash."

"Well, yeah, it's easier to split the money when it's just a bunch of bills. I guess you'll have to wait for your cut until we sell it. Uh, if that's ok with you, I mean." As friendly as he was, Zero had to keep in mind that Galante was still a mobster. It wouldn't be a good idea to do something with his money without asking.

"It's fine. But honestly, you'd think a gear head like him would be happy to be given a luxury car."

"Luxury isn't really Turbo's style." Dragon said with his deep, Japanese voice.

"Indeed." said Galante. "That boy loves his tuners. Turbo took it, though. He's on his way here now. By the way, he said to tell you that he got Cluckin Bell."

"He knows I like chicken." Zero replied. Then she realized the conversation was getting sidetracked. "So, what's going on? It's not like you to come here, Mr. Galante."

"You're right, it's not. There's some business we need to discuss." Galante turned to Dragon and Idol. "Sorry to ask this in your own building, but could we have some privacy?"

"Of course." Said Dragon, "Come long, Idol. I need help with some paperwork." Idol pouted, but she walked away with her father anyway.

"Sit down." The old mobster and the young hacker sat in some poofy chairs near the door. "Something's come up. You remember Veto?"

"Yeah, I remember him." Zero hadn't really talked much with Galante's right hand man, so she didn't know much about him. All she did know was that he'd been with Galante in jail, and that when Veto got out, Galante had him and his friend Smoothtalk made and brought into his family.

"Well, he has this contact. Government agent. IAA or something. We've made a lot of money off this guy. Yesterday, he calls up Veto, says he needs him and some other people to meet him in a facility up north for a job. Massive payout, much bigger than anything he's given us in the past."

Zero was both surprised and unsurprised to hear that the Galante family had a IAA contact. On one hand, she din't think the IAA would associate itself with an organization like Galante's; not because she thought they were the true good guys who fought against all evil or something stupid like that, but because she didn't see the point. On the other hand, with their power, it would make sense for the Galante family to have someone in government. However, there was one thing that none of those things answered.

"Okaaaaayyyyy... But what does that have to do with me and Turbo?"

"Well, here's the thing. The guy didn't tell Veto anything about the job. No when, where, or why. The hint he gave was that he needed another person aside from the crew. And that this person needed to be a teenager, one who's used to the life."
Galante gestured towards Zero. She almost asked why the contact needed a teenager, but realized that she would be asking the wrong person.

"So, you recommended one of us?"

"No. I recommended both of you." Galante leaned forward in his seat. "The two of yous have been through a lot together. In my experience, nobody can hire one without getting the other. It's like Veto and Smoothie, but even more so."

"And what did he say?"

"It took a bit of explanation, but he agreed that it'd be best if there was two teens rather than one. Backup, and all that."

"Do you have a place for this meeting?"

"I do. But it's not really the kind of place that has an address. I'll send the details to Turbo."

"A time?"

"In a couple hours, but the location's near Paleto Bay, so you'll need to leave as soon as Turbo gets back."

Just then, they heard the unmistakable sound of the Nuclear Banana pulling up in front of the building.

"Speak of the devil." Galante said. He slowly started to get up, grunting a little. Zero jumped out of her chair and helped Galante. The two walked out of the front door.

Moving Up In The World

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*11 hours earlier*

It was a usually hot day in Los Santos. The smog from all the pollution was present, but not thick enough to hide the buildings and people of the city. Small specks of black floated around. Whether they were birds, bits of trash, or something else entirely, nobody knew. In the distance, the Pacific Ocean spread out onto the horizon. All this could be seen from the balcony of the Galileo Observatory, where two teenagers were in a viewing area, taking in the sight.

"And you're sure you two can do this?"

Zero Day was a young girl, around 17 or 18 (she didn't know when her birthday was, as she had been abandoned at an early age). She had pale green skin, and a head of slightly messy brown hair, some of which was tied back with a rubber band; she could have used a hair band, but she thought using random stuff was more fun. She was wearing a light-blue button-up shirt that was a size too large over a black tank top, and a red skirt that hung just above her legging-covered knees. The right end of her shirt collar had a yellow power button symbol. Her feet, covered by a pair of red canvas sneakers, were dangling over the ground while she sat on a wall that guarded visitors from a 35 foot drop. Next to her was a cell phone with a line open.

"Come on, have some faith in us! We're ready! We've been ready for a while now!" Despite the evil covering every inch of the city, Zero always had a playful voice that was full of life and joy.

"Faith is for children, Ms. Day. Mr. Weston wants results." said the businessman on the other end "And Mr. Weston may believe you are capable, but if you're still kids. If you fuck up-"

"We won't fuck up." said Turbocharger. Turbo was a guy, about the same age as Zero (like her, he'd been abandoned at an early age, and had no idea what date he was born on). He had brown skin and black hair that spiked forwards at the front. His eyes were dark purple. He was wearing a black baseball shirt under a denim vest that was slightly too long with blue jeans and a thin gold chain. The sleeves of his shirt were pushed up to his elbows, and both his black hi-top sneakers had a yellow stripe on the side. On the shoulders on his shirt were depictions of a black racing helmet in front of a cross made from a wrench and a piston. He was leaning on the wall that Zero Day sat on, and spoke to the cell phone that lay between them. "We've never fucked up. You know that."

"Expect that time Mr.Galante caught you."

"We still got away with it!"

"He tracked you down two hours later."

"Ok, once." Zero interjected "We messed up once, but that's still better than anyone else."

"In any case, the package is on the move, and will reach Portola Drive shortly."

"I don't suppose you'll tell us what's... you know... in the package?" Zero asked.

"With the amount you're being paid, you don't need to know. Good luck."

"We don't need it..." Said Turbo as he leaned in close to the phone"...we make our own luck."

"Mr. Charger, is that one of your famous movie quotes?"

"Actually, that one's from a video game."

There was a long silence. Turbo and Zero glanced at each other.

"...just call me when you get the package." The phone beeped to indicate the end of the call.

Turbo picked up the phone and put it in his pocket. "Well, I guess Weston likes assholes, otherwise it'd be weird that he keeps hiring them."

"What happened to the last one? Molly, I think her name was?" Zero asked as she jumped down from the wall.

"Don't know, don't really care. Probably flew off somewhere."

The pair walked to the parking lot where Turbo's car was waiting. It was a shadow silver Elegy Retro, and (despite appearances) an absolute beast. Under the nearly-two-decade-old body lay a 2.6 liter twin-turbocharged straight-six which produced over 540 horsepower. The standard low-level spoiler had been replaced by a carbon fiber version. At the front there was an carbon hood with a little vent hood, a set of xenon lights, and an intercooler so big that the bottom half bumper mesh had to be removed. The goldish-tan Cosmo rims were hugged by custom racing tires. There were small vents just behind the front wheel arches. Despite having racing suspension, there was more than enough room for a single large exhaust tip.

"So, what do you think the douche wants us to grab?" Turbo asked as he started the car.
"I don't know" Zero put on her seatbelt "Maybe it's a list of cash houses."

They looked at each other for a moment. Then they burst out laughing.

"Guy like that? Yeah right, like he'd want something that makes sense." said Turbo "Wait, what's a cash house again?"

"It's where people count their money when they don't want it in the bank."

"Ah, right."

The car pulled out of the parking lot and began making its way to Portola Drive in Rockford Hills. It was moving at a pace where most people would be screaming their head off, but Turbo made it seem like a gentle cruise in an expensive luxury car. Turbo had always been good with cars. Building, driving, racing, stealing, you name it, he could (and probably did) do it. He could drive any car, in any fashion, at any speed. Cars were Turbo's specialty, after all.

"You know what this means, right?" Zero asked.

"That we're moving up in the world?" Turbo twitched the wheel as they went through an intersection. "Yeah, I suppose we are."

"Isn't it great?" Zero pushed the back of her seat all the down and stretched out. "We're making a name for ourselves."

"I thought we already have. Everyone on the racing scene knows I'm the best..."

"...and I'm always winning hacking competitions and messing with the big corporations, yes. But this is different!" Zero sat up and looked Turbo with bright eyes. "We're making serious money now! If we keep getting jobs like this, we might be able to retire at 30!" Zero paused to watch the dials on the glovebox "Crazy when you think about how we started out."

Turbo chuckled. "From stealing wallets and food to survive to getting hired by billionaires to steal stuff. Sounds like a good book."

"Yepperdoodle." Zero played with Turbo's cheek before she laid back and watched world go by, going over the plan in her head. Turbo went back to driving.

In a matter of moments, the car parked across the street from the Posonbys on Portola Drive. Being the most well-known shopping district for the rich on the West Coast, it was covered in tourists, paparazzi, and expensive cars. In fact, there were a bunch of kids and teens (Zero guessed three-fourths were younger than 12) screaming their heads off all round two particular white cars, a supercar and a six-wheeled truck. Among the kids was a group of typical internet celebrities, all wearing the same sort of "designer" clothes that were really just regular clothes with brand logos on them.

"Ah, shit, it's that fucking trust fund turd." Turbo said while closing the car door.

"Paulo Rice." The name rolled off Zero's tongue with barely concealed disdain. She had seen some girls at VHS pining over his videos. They all just adored him. Personally, Zero just wanted to stuff his face in a toilet. All he and his little posse of rich kids seemed to do was pull dumb and annoying pranks, endanger everyone around them, flaunt their parents' cash, and generally be all around douches. They even made some songs, all of which were just shitty raps about how "cool" they were. There were very few people in existence who could make Zero so mad. "Why do those airheads have to be here today, of all days?"

"They don't deserve those rides." said Turbo.

"Well, I don't know about that." Zero said,"I mean, they probably worked hard for them."

Turbo gave her a hard look as they jogged across the street "Z, do you realize what you just said?"

"Yes, and now I would like to go home and wash out my mouth with soap."

"Well, too bad, 'cause we gotta do this job first."

"We've got hours until nightfall." Zero pointed out, "plenty of time to go home and back."

"But you said the package could leave at any minute." Turbo said. The two started walking towards the southern corner of the building, away from the crowd.

"Don't worry, though. I'm sure we'll find something to distract us into the meantime." They walked around the corner and got ready to climb the building. "And for the love of God, don't actually put soap in your mouth this time."

Zero said nothing and walked up to the wall with Turbo. She was about to start climbing when something clicked in her mind.

Something to distract...

Zero went back the corner and peeked around it. Rice and his lackeys were now taking selfies for their social media.

"What are you doing?" Turbo asked, removing his hand from the wall. Zero turned toward him with mischevious look on her face.

"I've had an idea." she said. Turbo raised an eyebrow and looked around the corner. A small smile appeared on his face as he realized what she was thinking.

"Oh, this oughta be good."

"You know what you're gonna say?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, let's do this."

Zero and Turbo put on their masks (simple black bandanas; Zero also donned a midnight purple beanie) and walked around the corner to find the Internet celebrities starting up a live stream. As soon as they did Rice and his crew started yelling out to the camera and the crowd behind them. Somehow, the kids around him started yelling even louder.

"Hey, what's up Ricers, today we're-"

"THE NAME'S TAKEN, DUMBASS!" The entire crowd turned to Turbo "AND I GOTTA SAY, REAL RICERS ARE WAY BETTER THAN THESE LITTLE SHITS!"

Rice walked to the front of the fuming crowd and held his hand up for silence. "Hey, do you know who I am?! Do you?!" He yelled.

"YEAH, WE KNOW!" Zero yelled "YOU'RE JUST SOME TALENTLESS, SPOILED BRAT HANGING AROUND WITH OTHER SPOILED BRATS ON THE INTERNET!"

Even from this distance, Zero could see his face turn bright red. "Don't make me come over there!"

"OR WHAT?! YOU GONNA THROW DADDY'S MONEY AT US?!"

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST GO HOME TO THAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOUR'S!" Turbo yelled "OH WAIT, SHE LEFT YOU FOR A PAPER SALESMAN!"

"Motherfucking..." Rice turned to the crowd and pointed at the two masked teens. "GET THEM!"

The crowd started running towards Zero and Turbo, screaming bloody murder. After a moment's surprise, the two panicked and ran back around the corner. The crowd followed them, only to find absolutely nothing. Rice soon came around the corner, as well.

"Where the hell did they go?!"

"Seriously?" Zero muttered. She was watching the kids from the top of the building. "Why doesn't anybody ever look up?"

"No idea." Turbo responded as he climbed over the edge of the building. Despite the fact that Turbo was the one with more muscle, Zero was always the better climber and parkourist. Perhaps because she was a bit smaller than him, and therefore more nimble.

"I'm surprised they got so mad so quickly."

"Well, they are kids."

"Look!" The pair looked down when one of Rice's posse pointed towards an opening down the street. The crowd ran into the alleyway, which had a bunch of guys in black suits in it who immediately moved to stop it.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't be here!" Yelled one of the guards. Naturally, the rabid fans didn't listen. An argument broke out as the kids started fighting with the guards.

"Alright, let's see if my plan worked." Zero and Turbo ran across the rooftops until they were just past the middle of the alley and looked over the wall on the edge. They saw a lot more guards protecting a black van. Noticing the commotion, most of the guards ran over to help, leaving two near the building they were on land one on the other side of the alley. Turbo stepped onto the wall and held out his hand to Zero.

"You ready?"

Zero looked back to the fight. Just as she'd assumed, the guards wouldn't pull their guns on a bunch of kids, but the kids weren't about to back down anytime soon.

"Hell yeah." She turned back to Turbo and took his hand. He pulled her up onto the wall, and together they jumped on the two guards. The guards' heads slammed into the ground. Turbo's guard was knocked out instantly.

"Hey!" The remaining guard reached into his jacket and began pulling out his gun. Before he had the chance to fire, Zero pulled out her taser from her jacket and fired it at him. The guard shook from the electric shock and fell over, his gun sliding to the middle of the alley, right behind the van. Zero looked back at the fight.

Alright, nobody noticed anything. Good. But as Zero got up, she felt something grab her leg. She yelped and looked down. The guy she fell on was staring at her, groaning. One hand was gripping her ankle, while the other was raising a gun to point at her head. Turbo reacted unnaturally quickly, grabbing the gun arm and twising it, making the guard drop the gun, which Turbo caught. Zero recovered from her initial shock and kicked the guard's head. The guard lost consciousness.

"Well, that could have gone worse." she said.

"Could have gone a bit better, though." Turbo replied. He looked down at the gun in his hand and, with a bit of hesitation, put it in an inner pocket on his vest. He went over to the van and picked the lock until he noticed Zero sitting next to him and giving him a weird look.

"What?"

"The gun."

"Oh, that." Turbo went back to lockpicking,"Well, we're gonna need to get ourselves some real weapons eventually. Might as well get them sooner than later, right?"

"But..." Zero was worried. Her best friend had never shown interest in lethal weapons before. They had decided soon after they met that they wouldn't kill people. It just wasn't worth it.

"I thought we agreed to never kill anyone. Ever."

"I know, it's just..."

"What?" Zero put her hand gently on his shoulder. "What is it?"

Turbo once again stopped picking the lock and turned to Zero, this time with a look that said he was ready for an argument. His expression softened when he saw Zero's concerned face. He looked away.

"Shit's changed, Z. We're not stealing spare change anymore." Turbo turned back to Zero. "We're in the big league now, remember? Can't survive the big league with stealth, stun guns and martial arts. These guys, they're ready to kill in an instant. We can't be prepared for anything less."

"But if we kill someone, it'll affect us, right?" Zero asked. "I don't want to live my life looking over my shoulder, T."

"We don't have much choice, Z. It's always been kill or be killed around here. We can't avoid that forever."