The target: the IAA building, downtown. The plan: steal a Marmont helicopter from the roof, extract the reel from a locked evidence vault on floor 47, and escape through the sewers. The real plan, Trevor's plan, was to set off the fireworks early.
Michael leaned back, closed his eyes, and for the first time in years, smiled. Grand Theft Auto V
"No more favors. Just the quiet life."
Franklin weaved through Vespucci Beach traffic, sirens now wailing behind them. "You two gonna argue, or shoot? Because that's a NOOSE van on our six." The target: the IAA building, downtown
Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward the hills. "Where to, M?" Michael leaned back, closed his eyes, and for
Inside the vault, as alarms blared, Trevor held the reel up to the fluorescent light. "You know what this is, Mikey? It's not a movie. It's a confession. Solomon's old partner—he was the one who tipped off the FIB about the North Yankton job. All these years…"