'This is not how it was supposed to go!' I screamed in my head as I raced down Popular street towards the Industrial district, hoping that I could lose the cops down there. I had done like Madrazo asked and silenced the jurors, and i will say that the best thing about it was that there was no time limit for the final four. Anyways I had to ditch the Sadler as it had gained too much heat so i grabbed the nearest vehicle i could find, which was a an Akuma. I used to drive this in the game, though i often took my Bati 801.

I gave a grunt as the pain in my leg spiked up. After killing the last juror I was shot in my thigh as I got onto the bike, and I knew I needed to get medical attention soon because the bleeding hasn't stopped and my entire left leg is soaked in blood. I knew I couldn't last long on this bike as I was slowly loosing my focus here and there but I was still able to doge and weave through traffic and by the time I reached Lester's factory I couldn't hear the sirens anymore which i counted as a blessing. Slowing down i made a right into the entrance to Becker's Garage and pulled into the tunnel under the street.

Stopping the bike I tried getting off but I just fell onto my side as I did. Good thing that my momentum caused the bike to go the opposite way into the wall. I laid on the ground for a while trying to catch my breath and stop myself from falling asleep.

"Come on Chris, stay awake." I mumbled to myself as I struggled to get up. Once I was able to get to my feet again I limped to the Bison I had stashed here and grabbed a gas canister that was in the bed of the truck. I lite a cigarette before limping over to the bike and started to pour the gas over the bike and wooden pallet next to it. Once it was half empty I went and put the gas back where I got it as I smoked the rest of the cigarette before tossing the butt at the bike. I watched as the gas lit aflame and started to burn the bike and evidence. I also mad sure to burn my blood that was on the ground seeing how usually forensics get that shit in homicides. Walked to the front I climbed into the truck and I struggled again to stay awake but an explosion awoke me before i could fully fall asleep.

"There goes the bike." Cranking the truck I started to headed across the street and into the warehouse I had stashed Gabriel in. Once inside I shut the doors to the warehouse and walked to the office in the back. Opening the door I saw Gabriel hanging in the back of the room before I walked to the bathroom and started to clean the blood all off of me. Getting it all off I grabbed the med-kit in there and limped to my desk and started to mend the wound. Once I sat down I heard Gabriel started to yell through the gag I had placed in his mouth. "What do you want Gab, I can't hear you." I said tiredly. All I got was more grunting and muffled words.

"Ah whatever, I don't listen to traitors." I said as I placed a strip of leather into my mouth and went to work on removing the bullet in my thigh. The bullet had grazed my skin but didn't continue going, instead getting embedded into my leg somewhat deep in the front. Pulling my pants off I went and grabbed the tweezers and started to try and get it out. I let out a scream of pain that was muffled by the leather in my mouth as I dug down and got a hold of the bullet. Since it was in my thigh i was having a difficult time pulling it out and by this point I think that the only reason I was still awake was the adrenaline in my system. Slowly but surely I was able to pull it out and once i had got it out I dropped both tweezers and the bullet to the floor as I let out a few more muffled screams as I sat down quickly into the chair behind me, wincing as pain flared in my thigh.

"F-fuck that hurt." I breathed out as the leather fell from my mouth. Looking down at the bullet on the floor, it looked like the round was a 5.56x45mm round, which meant I was shot with an assault rifle. Paying it no mind I slowly opened the drawer in my desk and got some pain meds and took more than a few. After taking them I looked over to Gabriel and saw he was looking at me. "The fuck you looking at you traitor?" I asked as he looked at me in fear. "Don't worry," I said as I started to get tired. "I have something planned for you." I finished as I went and started to patch myself up with pads and gaze before the darkness swallowed the world around me.

Location: Industrial District Warehouse
Time: Unknown

Light poured into my eyes from the window to my left as I awoke. I gave a groan as a soft pain erupted in my left thigh as I moved, and wondering what it was I looked around. Memories coming back to me as I remembered accepting a job from Madrazo and then it going to hell at the end, as well as getting shot in the thigh with an assault rifle. Standing slowly I pulled my pants up as I went over to the left and looked at the shirts and pants that I had on the clothes rack. I knew I couldn't wear these anymore especially the pants. Looking them over I took the dark blue collard shirt, white under shirt and beige pants to wear. Changing was quick besides the pants for obvious reasons, but I did the best I could.

Walking out from the small makeshift bedroom I looked to my left at Gabriel. Thinking I should be kind I went and opened the fridge next to the couch he hung by and pulled some bread out. Going over to him I took the gag out of his mouth and looked at him as he looked at the ground below him.

"I'm sorry." He said weakly.

"I don't care. Now eat." I said as I pushed his chin up and aimed the bread at his mouth. With some pressure I was able to jam it into his mouth and he started gagging on the small loaf. "Chew." I commanded. Slowly he did, and after a few minutes the bread was gone. Walking back to the fridge I grabbed a bottle of water and shut the door before going over to Gabriel and making him drink some water, almost to the point where he couldn't breath. Taking the bottle back he sputtered and coughed as some saliva fell from his mouth.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why? I don't need a reason." I said as I limped out of the office and to the bison. Getting in I cranked the truck up, backed it up to the door of the warehouse and getting out. It took me longer to open the door because of my thigh but I pulled the truck out before locking the door and heading to Madrazo's Ranch. Once there I parked in the same place as the yesterday and walked to the door. Knocking I waited until someone answered.

"Hello?" a feminine voice asked and once the door was opened wide enough I saw it was Martin's wife, Patricia.

"Hi, I'm here to see Martin. Is he here?" I asked.

"Patricia who is it? Is that Mr. Smirnov? Go ahead and let him in." I heard Martin yell from the living room. Giving me a small smile she let me in and I headed right, limping to the living room.

"Hello Martin." I greeted as I slowly sat down on the couch.

"Where have you been? It's been three day's since i've seen you and all I get is a hello?" He asked as he pointed a finger at me.

"Three days?" I asked in shock. I guess I went into a slight coma from that ordeal but still three days is a long time....

"What are you a parrot? Yes three days! And I still haven't gotten that thank you." He said as he fluffed his over shirt. "Now tell me where you have been because I have had a busy few days since we last talked."

"Well I guess after I got finished with that job I went back to a hideout of mine and tried to fix a wound I received and maybe took too many pain meds I don't know."

"So you've been asleep?" he asked.

"To sum it up, yea." I answered. "How have your three days been?"

"Well," he started as he let out a large exhale. "it was going smoothly after you eliminated those jurors. The trial turned onto my competitor and my friend got away a free man. But then the next day I get a call from a business associate of mine saying that some idiot tore down the stilted balcony off the house I had built for her. Going to find out that this idiot had no idea who he was messing with and instead was enraged by the fact he thought the 'tennis coach' that had hid there was banging his wife." he ranted. 'Sounds like Micheal and Marriage Counseling. So knowing the game I think it is either Daddy's little Girl or that mission with Lester where he is first introduced to the story.' I thought to myself.

"Are you listening?" Martin asked, shaking me from my thoughts.

"Yea I was, just thinking."

"Anyways, here's your payment." he said as he handed me a thick yellow envelope.

"How much is in here?" I asked.

"Well since you did so well on the first job I gave you, and that you are still alive and not either dead or imprisoned I thought twenty thousand was good enough."

"Cool." I said as shock took a hold of me. This was a lot of money just to throw away, but I had to know why. "Martin, this is a large sum of money just to give away for a job like that. Why?"

"Why? I do not see a reason as to why. But if you must know I added ten grand because I like you, even if you stole my ranch from me."

"Hey I won that fair and square in a card game. Be lucky that I kept the business going here."

"That is another thing, I appreciate you doing that." he said. "I also wanted to apologize for having to resort to violence to get my ranch back, and to be honest I was never planning on giving those mercenaries that money if they killed you."

"That's comforting I guess."

"So just use that money as you see fit and make sure that you do not tell other's where you received it from. I do not want random people to come to me and ask for jobs, it would look suspicious. You understand right?" Martin asked.

"I can see your point there." Standing up and shuffling to the front door. "Let me know if you need another job done in the future Martin."

"I will, trust me I will." With that I left and got into my truck and left Madrazo's Ranch and headed to the Grand Senora Desert. Driving to the General Store right off the corner of Senora Rd, Route 68 and Joshua road. Pulling in front of the store I stopped right next to the Jke's Propane tank and pulled my phone out. Dialing up Brandon's number I waited for him to pick up.

"Sup." he said.

"Hey man come meet me down at the General store on route 68. I'm sitting here waiting."

"Alright, I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"Seeya then."

"Yea til then." He said as he hung up. I sat there in the truck while I looked over the news, and i read that apparently the next mission that Micheal had done was Daddy's Little Girl seeing how the article was about some producers being killed on their yacht. So that means next is the death of Jay Norris. Continuing to look at my phone i didn't notice as a Oracle XS pull up by my rear. Looking at the car as I heard the door shut I saw that it was Brandon, and I did nothing as I watched him walk to my door. Rolling the window down I give him a smile.

"Well howdy gamer." I said with an accent as I leaned out the window slightly.

"Alright Mr. Milkbag. So how have you been?" He asked as he leaned onto the truck.

"Be good, been bad. Mostly I've been trying to have the story go off without a hitch. The recent mission that has been done is Daddy's Little Girl. So you know what that means."

"No I really don't I wasn't a diehard fan of GTA as you were and you know that."

"Well you got me there, just thought you'd know. It's Friend Request, and it involves Jay Norris."

"The Life Invader CEO?" he asked with a raised brow.

"The same, and you know or at least remember that something bad happens."

"He dies yea..... Hey wanna follow me to the dollar store down the street? I told the girls I was going there to pick something up."

"Sure." I agreed as he walked back to his car and drove off with me following him. Once arriving we walked in and headed to the drinks section.

"We just getting soft drinks?" I ask.

"Yea pretty much." he said as he grabbed a case of sprunk and ecola before heading to the register, paying and leaving. Following him along the way outside I watched as he put the sodas in his car. "Follow me and I'll take you to the house we're staying at since we've changed locations."

"Okay." I said as we left the stores parking lot and headed west on route 68 and turning onto Senora road before hanging a right and going up Baytree Canyon Road. Arriving at that house when the road makes that long curve he slows and pulls into the driveway, parking under the port next to the house. Taking an initiative since he parked close I parked under it as well before we both got out and walked inside. I followed with him until we got into the living room, where he continued onto the kitchen to put the drinks up. Giving a gasp as I was grabbed from behind I had to suppress the urge to grab the person grabbing me, and looking over my shoulder I saw it was Rainbow Dash. Letting me go she patted my shoulder and looked at me.

"Long time no see huh? Have ya been?" She gave a smile to me, making me return it.

"It's been tiring to say the least, though i am glad that you all are safe." I placed a arm around her and patted her back before going to sit at the table. Pulling the chair out, I sat down before scooting up to the table.

"W-well of course we are!" Blushing she poked her breast with a thumb, and giving a smirk. "I'm here, and we'll be twenty percent more likable to survive!" Chuckling I tapped the table as I laughed which seemed to make her blush more and pout. "What's so funny huh wise guy?" She was standing in front of me and bending over so her face was on level with mine.

"Nothing, nothing at all Rainbow. Just keep doing you and never change." I gave an endearing smile and gave her head a few pats, her rainbow hair soft to the touch as I felt it come into contact with my skin. Blushing she stood back up and walked back into the living room, and I waited until I knew she was gone before my expression softened. Looking to Brandon I gave a sigh, "So how have things been here?"

Leaning onto the counter her had his arms crossed with a pisswasser in his hand. "It's been going wellish, could be better if we could go back into the city without being hunted."

"Well good news is you can go back into the city without worrying about being attacked. Martin has called out any threats he has had on any of us."

"Well thats good I guess, though I think we'll stay here for a little longer."

"I agree, I don't think it would be a good idea to rush back into the city. No telling who might be watching or listening."

"Exactly." He said pointing a finger at me with the hand holding his beer. He took a swing of it before we let the quiet take over, but after a minute or two I broke the silence.

"So.... what are they watching in there?" I asked with curiosity.

"Well it's a little after noon, so i think the Keynote. Twilight said she-" I jumped from my seat and ran into the living room. "Hey i was talking!" he yelled as he followed. As i entered I heard Jay say that someone was trying to dock with him but as soon as I grabbed the remote he answered the phone. I cringed as I heard the explosion and horrified gasps from the TV and in the living room. The room had a ting of blue as the feed cut and I sighed in defeat as I failed to protect them from this. Standing to my full height I turned to the TV and turned it off before looking at everyone, the guys were the same as it was nothing new to us but the girls had varying expressions. Twilight and Rarity had horror, AJ and Rainbow had the same but anger mixed into it, Pinkie was sad and her hair seemed to have straightened out, and poor Fluttershy seemed to have fainted. Good for her, this is about to be bad.

"Why?" Twilight was the first to speak after that.

"That's a very good question, one of which I do not have the answer to." I shook my head as I set the remote onto the table.

"But there has to be a reason to doing this, you should know why? Please tell me why, it was wrong to end his life." She pleaded with tears coming out of her eyes.

"And you think I don't know this!?" I yelled, causing her to flinch and the other girls to crowd around her. Thoughts of Brock coming to my mind, painful memories flooding in before I suppressed them. "I'm, sorry for that." I coughed. "It's just old memories came back, but all you need to know is that in this city it's best not to ask questions. Sometimes it'll get you killed. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go and make a phone call." With that I promptly walked out of the house and leaned against the bed of the truck with my phone in hand. I dialed up a number before calling it, and I waited a few seconds before it was answered.

"Is this Lester Crest?"

"Who's asking?" a snubby voice asked.

"Who's asking who's asking." I replied like Micheal did, a smile on my face. Though it disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

"Oh. It's you. What do you want?" He asked with an annoyed tone.

"i just want to know if you deleted the security footage from that place. It would be a shame if someone got hurt." I began tapping the truck.

"Who do you think I am? I'm not an amateur." He scoffed.

"Just making sure, can't be too careful. Make sure that if you do anything in the future to include me yeah?"

"Yeah I will, i'll keep in touch. Just don't burn any orphanages." He hung up, though I did catch him mumble something about liking it better back when we didn't talk. Guess that was when we weren't here and it was just a game then. Throwing the trash phone in the bed of my truck I sighed as I heard someone come outside. Looking over my shoulder I saw it was Brandon, who had a angry look on his face though it was soft.

"You didn't have to be mean ya know?" He came up and leaned with me.

"I know this, but I kinda snapped. Memories came back again."

"Brock?" His voice softer than usual.

"Yeah." I looked down at my hands as I rubbed them together.

"You do know it wasn't your fault right? There was never any knowing that that shit was going to happen." He patted my shoulder, giving me a small smile.

"I understand this, even after all the times you and Micha have told me this but it never sticks. It was me leading us and it was my job to get the Intel. I thought it would be just like it was in the game, didn't even think that things were different. And we paid the price." I shook my head. "Now it's just us here. Terroriser and most everyone went to Liberty City, Vanoss and Delirious went to Vice City and Wildcat went to San Fierro. And here we are still stuck in this God. Damn. Hell. Hole!" I punctuated each word but banging on the truck.

"But look at us. There is no telling what they have done as they haven't talked to us since they left. They could be doing good for themselves, be up shit creek without a paddle or just living a normal life. It's not like we wanted any of this when it first started, hell we were just young kids who just got out of school and had our entire lives ahead of us. Now look. We're professional felons just doing what we need to do to get through the next day."

"And i'm trying to control the game from the shadows." I chuckled as I thought about me being a puppeteer.

"Just be careful with that okay? There is no telling when things will start going against what happened in the game." He said before I looked to him.

"Oh believe me I know, it's just knowing when am I going to get dragged into it.... and when am I going to drag you guys in there too."

"As long as you don't drag the girls into anything I'll be okay with it."

"Oh I won't. I know how fond of AJ you are." I snickered as I lightly punched his shoulder.

"And I could say the same of you with Rainbow." He retorted.

"Oh hardy har har there good sir." We both began laughing, and after a bit we stopped, then sighed.

"Do you really have any feeling for her?" He turned to look at me but i didn't look at him, instead looking forward.

"I don't know really. I mean yeah I admire her as she reminds me before we came here and my chest does get tighter when i get near her but it isn't anything. It's already bad enough I have to Micha and you, but to add them into the mix its just bad."

"I'm gonna guess and say it's because of what you're doing?"

"Big time, case and point is what happened to him. You saw how pissed I was when the kidnapped him, just imagine what would happen if they took one of the girls."

"You'd be livid?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ooooh big time on that one."

"Yeah it was quiet frightening to watch you on the news during that chase." He nodded as he stopped leaning on the truck.

"Doesn't matter, whoever would piss me off would be dead."

"Come inside, i'll see what we can do for dinner. Then we can talk about what happens in the story next." Nodding I followed him inside.

"Yeah and I need to talk to you about some stuff my info broker told me." I made sure to shut the door behind me, so the FIB van across the street couldn't have an easy time hearing anything.

Author's Note

Ya know that the hardest part of writing this was not getting everything correct to match the story, but doing this while juggling full time work, tech college, and a social life. Very difficult.

Also i'm not going to make any excuses as to why this took so long. Anyways I do hope you enjoy it and keep reading.