Equestria Girls: Los Santos

A few weeks had passed after meeting up with Trevor. I had offered to share my heist money with Adagio, but she refused. So I split it with Rusty. We decided to go clothes shopping, so we started scrolling through locations on my phone. Because she and I didn’t want to pay much, we decided to go to the nearest discount store. We found one a few minutes away from Aria’s, in the center of the city.

“This looks like a good place to start,” I commented, pointing at the location on my phone.

“I’m good with anything,” Rusty shrugged.

“All right,” I nodded, putting my phone away. “Let’s go.” We walked over to the apartment exit, passing Aria on the way. She noticed us.

“Where’re you two going?” she asked. “Not that I care.”

“Discount store for some clothes shopping,” I answered, facing Aria but not breaking pace. Rusty opened the door for me.

“All right, whatever,” Aria said.

“Oh, by the way, I’m taking your Mesa,” I quickly said. “Bye.” I shut the door behind me as Rusty and I rushed to the elevator. We got inside and moved downward into Aria’s garage. As the elevator doors opened, we stepped into the garage. We climbed inside Aria’s orange Canis Mesa jeep and drove out of the garage. As we got onto the street, we followed our GPS to the discount store. A few minutes later, we pulled into the store parking lot. We got out of the car and walked into the store. An unamused gothic woman was at the counter, elbow on the top and her head in her hand.

“We’ll show ourselves around,” I waved off. The woman nodded, and Rusty and I browsed through the clothing. Rusty walked over to the shoes, and I to the tops. The store had almost everything. I looked through the choices for a bit before pulling out a green and white zip-up hoodie. I slipped it on and turned to Rusty.

“What do you think?” I asked her. She turned from her shoe browsing.

“Not bad,” she said. “I feel like you should get a blue one. It contrasts with your shirt nicely.” I nodded and put down the green hoodie, picking out a blue one instead. I slipped it on, and a smile peered onto Rusty’s face.

“Better,” she said. We looked for a while. I soon picked out the blue hoodie, a dark grey pair of jeans, and black work boots. Rusty had chosen a bright blue somewhat skintight sweatshirt, a dark pink skirt that went slightly above the knees, black leggings, and dark red low-heel wedges. I admired her look.

“You look good,” I complimented.

“Thanks,” she said. “So do you.”

“Thank you,” I replied. We stepped outside, and Aria skidded onto the sidewalk in her huge Insurgent truck. Sonata was sitting in the truckbed and Adagio was sitting shotgun.

“Braveheart, Rusty, you two need to come with me,” Aria said in a hurried tone.

“What’s the matter?” Rusty asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Aria said. “Now get in.” Rusty and I hopped inside. I climbed up into the turret, but didn’t touch the massive gun. Aria skidded the tires and drove north to the industrial area of Los Santos.

“Care to explain now?” I asked.

“I got a job from Martin Madrazo,” Aria explained as she drove. “He’s a Mexican-American drug cartel leader. He needed something done, so I naturally agreed.”

“And what might that something be?” Rusty asked.

“Mr. Madrazo needs cement trucks destroyed,” Adagio clarified. “Supposedly they’re holding drugs that compete with Madrazo’s own, and he requested that Aria take care of it. We came along. I’m starting to regret it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Madrazo pays really good money for doing the job,” Aria said.

“I don’t want money from criminal involvement, Aria!” Adagio cried. “It’s not honest.”

“But we weren’t honest when we tried to take over the school,” Sonata remarked. Aria facepalmed and Adagio froze. I raised a brow and looked down at her from my perch.

“Is that what all the fuss was about Freshman year?” I asked her. She hadn’t told me about what went down during the Battle of the Bands. No one had. I just assumed it had been a big event that was a lot of fun, but I didn’t go. I didn’t go to any of it. Adagio nodded reluctantly.

“That’s why I was crying when we first met,” she said. “Aria and Sonata said some things, and you know what happened then.”

“What happened during the Battle?” I asked.

“That’s not important right now,” Adagio said. “I’ll tell you later. Point is, I’ve changed, and I refuse to get involved with criminal-earned money.”

“Adagio, criminal involvement is practically what runs this city,” Aria said. “If you don’t start, you’ll never make your way here. Braveheart already…”

“We don’t talk about that, Aria!” I yelled, turning and pointing accusingly. “I regret doing that heist with you! I should never have let you talk me into it! I’m only doing this job for the money. I could care less about where it comes from. I’m completely against all of this, but I don’t want to be poor in a city like this!”

“I agree,” Rusty said. “With the amount of crime I’ve seen on the news, I’m not fixing to not be homeless on the street. Been there, done that.”

“All righty, enough chit chat,” Sonata interrupted. “We’re here.” Aria parked behind a fence near a construction site. From my turret, I could see two cement trucks, with a good bunch of guys guarding it.

“Hope you know how to use that gun, Braveheart,” Aria said. “You’ll be shooting up the guys while Adagio and Rusty destroy the trucks with charges or grenades, your pick. Those’re in the glove compartment. Sonata will be covering our six after the deed is done. I’m obviously the driver.” I turned around and got comfortable, taking the gun’s trigger in my right hand and the control stick in my left. Adagio opened up the glove compartment and pulled out four grenades and four sticky bombs. She split them up and gave half to Rusty. Sonata grabbed a Combat MG from a truck box and cocked back the gun. Aria grabbed an AP pistol from underneath her seat. Adagio and Rusty got out of the car, and took cover behind the fence. I turned the gun toward the construction site, and started the countdown as Aria squealed the tires, holding the hand brake.

“Three, two, one, GO” Aria released the hand brake and bolted in front of the construction site. She stopped in front of it, allowing Sonata to climb out. I unloaded rounds at the opposing drug dealers. The cracks of the gun blasted into my ears, as I could hear the squelch and splitting of flesh and bone. Sonata shot at who she could from her position. Rusty ran through the cleared and bloody dirt to the first cement truck. She planted a sticky bomb on the truck’s grille, and ran back to the Insurgent. Aria pressed a switch, and the truck exploded, destroying whatever drugs were inside. Adagio took cover behind a wall as bullets whizzed by. She took out a grenade and pulled the pin, quickly tossing it behind the wall. It landed next to the cement truck, tapping the wheel. The remaining drug dealers panicked and tried to run. They didn’t make it in time, as the grenade exploded, destroying the cement truck and taking the drug dealers with it. Adagio ran back to the Insurgent and climbed inside. Rusty climbed in with Sonata in the back and Aria drove off. She got a message from Madrazo.

“We’ve got two more cement trucks that have already left,” she said. “They’re heading north along the west highway.” She floored the gas and drove to Vespucci Highway. Before long, a truck with more drug dealers followed us, shooting at the truck.

“Sonata, that’s your cue!” Aria called. “Rusty, help her if you can. You too Braveheart.” I turned the gun around and started shooting at the truck with Sonata. The many bullets fired killed both the driver and the passenger, as well as causing the truck to explode from my higher caliber bullets. My eyes went wide as the truck blew up.

“I think I’m starting to take a liking to this thing,” I murmured to myself. We tore through Los Santos, destroying any pursuing drug dealer reinforcements. After about 15 minutes, Aria tapped my foot.

“What!?” I called, over the explosion of another truck.

“Look forward!” Aria said. I turned the turret around, and saw a Buzzard Attack Chopper hovering about another mile ahead.

“You’re going to have to take that chopper down,” Aria instructed. “We’re not getting anywhere near the trucks if you don’t.”

“Copy that,” I nodded. As soon as we were in range, I opened fire on the helicopter. It tried to turn around to attack, but I riddled it with bullets to the point of exploding mid-air. The remaining drug dealers shot at us, but they were quickly reduced to bloody corpses. Adagio and Rusty tossed sticky bombs from the Insurgent onto the two remaining cement trucks. Aria detonated them, and the drugs inside were destroyed in the fiery blast.

“I’d say that’s a job well done,” Sonata said, putting away her Combat MG.

“Sure,” Adagio muttered. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Oh come on, Dagi,” I said, taking my hands off the turret and slouching back. “I for one think that was fun, blowing shit up.” Adagio rolled her eyes.

“Nice work, all of you,” Aria said. “All that’s left is to go back to Madrazo and get our money.” She drove through the rich-persons section of Los Santos, eventually stopping at an expensive cliffside house. We all got out, and Aria led the way to the place. An older Hispanic man walked out of the side entrance to the house. He wore a gray suit and dark blue tie with black dress shoes. His gray hair was balding.

“I assume the job was completed,” he asked Aria in a Mexican accent.

“Sure was,” Aria replied. Madrazo looked to the rest of us.

“Hm,” he said. “Who are the rest of your friends, Aria?” Aria turned to us.

“Guys, meet Martin Madrazo,” she said. “He’s the leader of a powerful Mexican-American drug cartel in Los Santos.” She turned to Madrazo, pointing to each of us as she said our names.

“Martin, this is Braveheart, Rusty Ace, and my sisters, Adagio Dazzle and Sonata Dusk.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Madrazo said. He snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard brought up a briefcase of cash. “As promised,” Madrazo presented. “The money for completing the job. If there’s anything you should know about me, I’m a man of my word.” Aria took the briefcase, and the bodyguard stepped back. Madrazo nodded, and he and his bodyguard returned to the house. Aria opened up the briefcase. There were five groups of cash, tied together for easy division. Aria gave us all our shares, and we all returned to the Insurgent. Adagio took my hand and stopped me.

“Aria, go ahead back to the apartment,” she said. “Braveheart and I will meet you back there. We’re going to walk back.”

“Suit yourself,” Aria shrugged. Everyone else climbed back into the Insurgent, and Aria drove off.

“Is this for anything important?” I asked Adagio.

“I just wanted some time alone to talk to you,” Adagio said.

“All right,” I nodded. “What about?” We started walking through Los Santos back to Aria’s apartment.

“Well, I’ve been doing some research on a real-estate website,” Adagio explained. “And I found a decent little home up north. It’s only $50,000, and it includes a two-car garage. I was thinking, with the money from this job, we could move out of Aria’s apartment together. Rusty too if she wanted.” I nodded.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I think that’s a good idea. I’ve been working to getting out of her place for a while. I can tell Rusty wants to as well.”

“All right,” Adagio said. “Once we get back, buy a four seater, I don’t care what model or color. I’ll take care of buying the house.” As we passed a 24/7 Supermarket, three men ran out with grocery bags of cash. One had a red jacket and a brown owl mask, another wore a blue hoodie and a white hockey mask, and the last one wore a rainbow tank top with blue shorts and hipster shades. They ran to a brown four seater and got in, and a man with a red hoodie and a monkey mask with a cigar in its mouth drove off. Shortly after, a mass of police cruisers and helicopters passes, sirens blaring.

“What the fuck was that about?” Adagio asked.

“Well, that store was clearly just robbed,” I said. “By an owl, Jason Voorhees, a monkey, and a hippie.” We shrugged and kept walking.

When we reached Aria’s apartment, we found the three sitting on the couch. Aria turned her head to see us walk in.

“Oh good,” she muttered. “You lovebirds made it back alive.”

“Shut up Aria,” I retorted. “Rusty! Adagio and I need to talk to you.” Rusty nodded and stood up. She followed Dagi and I down to the downstairs bedroom.

“What’s up?” Rusty asked.

“Braveheart and I are moving out,” Adagio explained. “We were wondering if you wanted to come with us.”

“Are you kidding?” Rusty said. “I’ve been dying to get out of here. Aria makes me want to fucking kill myself sometimes. Count me in.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “Dagi already has a place in mind. You can help me find a four-seater car.”

“All right,” Rusty nodded. Adagio and I pulled up our phones. I pulled up the San Andreas Super Autos site and Rusty and I scrolled through cheaper cars.

“The Obey Rotoco looks good,” Rusty said. “Seems like a nice car.”

“I’ll have it delivered to the front of the apartment,” I said. I picked out a silver coloring for the car, then completed the transaction.

“All right Adagio,” I said. “The car is on the way.”

“Great,” Adagio nodded, putting her phone away. “The house has been bought. We just need to get over there and get settled. So start packing.” Rusty and I nodded, and we all separated to pack our things.

Once we had finished packing, we met back up at the apartment door.

“All set?” I asked. Rusty and Adagio nodded. I turned to Aria, who was taking a hit on her bong she kept on a small table.

“Aria, we’re out,” I said. “Adagio, Rusty, and I are leaving,” Aria gave me nothing but a roll of her eyes and a dismissing wave of her hand. I shook my head and led Adagio and Rusty out the door to the elevator. We exited the apartment and walked over to our awaiting Rotoco. I opened up the back and we put our bags inside. I climbed into the back seat, Rusty drove, and Adagio sat shotgun. Rusty started up the car, and we were on our way.

“Good riddance,” Adagio muttered.

“No kidding,” I agreed. “So where’s the place Adagio?” Adagio pulled up her phone map.

“Right here,” she said, pointing to a location. It was a small house near an airport.

“Wait,” I said. “Isn’t that Trevor’s airfield?”

“Is it?” Adagio asked, looking at the phone herself. Sure enough, we saw Trevor’s Cuban 800 small cargo plane in the hangar image.

“Oh great,” I muttered.

“I swear I will kill him,” Adagio cursed.

“Hey, chin up guys,” Rusty said. “He’s just crazy. He’s not Aria.” I shrugged, and laid down to sleep on the rest of the way there. We were out of Aria’s apartment, on our way to live our own life in Los Santos.