FIVE YEARS EARLIER:
It was a cold, dark, rainy afternoon. Perfect for the mood everyone was in.
Everyone was gathered around a gravestone. On it read...
"Kate Mcreary - 1980 to 2008"
But nothing else was written against the grave, no comment like you would see on many gravestones. It just said her name and the dates. Nothing to interesting.
"I never thought this would happen... I never fucking thought it... Kate.. sweet, innocent Katie... She didn't diserve it.. She never hurt anyone!... She didn't do nothing to nobody. It was us McReary men who were the sinners. We're paying for that ourselves, she didn't have to pay too". Packie said, in a heart broken voice.
"I'm sorry Packie.. I loved her too.. She was like a sister" Said a short small, fairly attractive, brunette haired girl. Who was comforting Packie.
"It's Niko's fault.. He didn't protect h-
"Hey.. Don't blame Niko. He told me what happened.. It was nobodies fault. it was, 'wrong place wrong time', nothing else" The girl replied, her long hair hidden behind a hat.
"I know Dash.. But Michael, Francis, and now Katie.. We lost them ALL after meeting Niko.. It's like he's bad luck or something" Packie said, hiding a tear.
"It's probably just a coincidence" Dash insisted.
TWO DAYS AFTER THE FUNERAL:
"Are you sure about moving?" Dash asked, from outside the airport. Her long hair is know shown, since it's sunny today.
"Yes.. Get away from this shit they call Liberty City... You sure don't want to come with me Dash?" Packie replied.
"I'm sure" Dash replied.
"Well than. One last favor... Look after me mother, Maureen Mcreary.. Poor woman is tramatized from losing Kate" Packie replied.
"Of coarse" Dash replied, before giving him a hug goodbye.
"I won't forget you.. Boss" Dash said, while they hugged.
PRESENT TIME:
Two weeks after the Dollar Pills heist.
Michael was seen speaking to Frankly, Packie, Connor, and Adam.
"Alright.. Thanks for joining everyone.. Adam. Hope your good at hacking, because your job is very important" Michael said, in a manager like tone.
"I won't let you down mate, I promise" Adam Harvey replied.
"Alright everyone... Here's the game plan.. We're all professionals. We all know the score... We ride over. Grab what we need.. And walk wait though the front door... Packie.. I hope you and your boy Connor can handle pressure.. We need intense pressure on security and management... Costomers however, are to be CALMLY subdued... We're in and out in ninety seconds boys!... So let's make it count"
"I just hope nobody dies... I can't handle anymore loses" Packie admitted, in a rare moment of sadness.
"Don't worry.. If all goes according to pl-
"Things NEVER go according to plan.. It's the ONE thing I ever took from this business" Packie complained.
"Just relax.. Just focus on one thing, and one thing only.. The score" Michael replied.
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2 WEEKS EARLIER:
"Mom, why can't come back to live with you guys!?"
"We're LOVE to you live with us.. But your robbed those men Connor, the police are looking for you" Said an female voice from the other side of the phone.
"I.. I had no choice" Connor said sadly.
"Well, you shouldn't rob people son... Please don't tell me, your involved in that Dollar Pills robbery" The voice replied.
"O- Of coarse not" Connor replied. Saddened he has to lie to his own mother, in order to spare her the heartbreak of learning the truth.
"I... I will NEVER rob people" Connor lied.
"Well... I don't trust that new friend of yours.. The Irish one... Please keep an close eye on him.. I think he's dangerous" The mom replied, protectively.
"O- Of coarse mom" Connor replied.
PRESENT TIME:
Franklyn was seen driving everyone to the heist, while Michael was in the passenger seat, and Packie and Connor in the back.
"Okay... There are four of us in this van.. We're about to become accomplishes, in a major crime.. I need to know I can depend on you all of you,.. With my life... In order to establish that type of relationship in the short time we got.. How about about a background check?... Me first... I'm Michael.. I've done this type of thing before.. More than a couple times.. Enough to spend a long time NOT doing it.. Easy to say. I know a lot of people.. Anyone blabs.. About you, or anyone else... Their be dealt with"
"Anyone else?" Michael asked, after a brief pause.
"Yo, I'm Franklyn, doog... I'm new to these types of planned out robberies.. I did my share small time jobs., drug stores, boosting cars. That kind of stuff... But than I met this Michael here, and he turned me onto to this.. So now I'm here"
"Okay... Who's next?" Michael replied.
"Patrick McReary of gods own Liberty City.. After leaving my close friend Dash Lucia to watch over me Ma. I came to Los Santos seeking fame and fortune.. And I found boredom and idiots!... You wanna hear about my old life, your first out here that do... Everyone talks about what they wanna do, and who they wanna be.. They don't care about who they are., And they sure as shit don't care about anyone else... A city of coke heads waiting on the coke... I swear they put something in that kale juice"
"Uhhh... Packie comes to us, highly recommended" Michael chuckled.
"Hell yeah I do! Let's do this!" Packie said excitedly.
"Okay.. Your the only one left, kid" Michael said, turning his attention to Connor.
"Well... I'm Connor.. And like Franklyn I'm new to these planned out robbery stuff.. Truth be told.. I never WANTED this life. But robbery is my only option these days, I am high on taxes, and never went to collage so can't really find a HONEST job... Either way.. Don't tell my parents.. It'll break their heart, if they knew I was a crook"
"You have our word" Michael promised.
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meanwhile:
Back in Liberty City a 29 year old woman was knocking on a front door.
"Maureen, Maureen, it's me., Please open up" The pretty but a bit short, girl called out.
The door opened up to reveal Maureen McReary.
"Oh, such a doll" Mrs Mcreary said to Dash Lucia. The young girl Packie has left to protect and watch over Maureen in these crazy times.
"No problem" Dash said, handing Maureen a bag full of the medicines she needed.
"How'd you even get them?" Maureen asked.
"Umm... (seen holding up a drug store 15 minutes earlier)... Not important" Dash replied.
"Well.. You didn't have to do this" Maureen insisted.
"Don't be silly. I promised Packie I'd take care of you... Besides.. I.. I never knew my OWN mother.. She died during child birth.. And my dad was abusive... And my sister died of cancer.. Kate got shot.. And Packie moved away... Y- Your all I got" Dash said, in a sad tone.
Maureen hugged her, but didn't say anything.
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FLASHBACK:
(Brad throws a woman to the floor)
Brad Snider: Get down there!
Michael Townley: Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt.
Trevor Philips: Aarrgh! Open the door, or they'll get worse than hurt!
(Michael points a gun at a security guard)
Trevor Philips: Hey, hey, ah! Come on!
(The security guard opens the door)
Security Guard: Just don't do any...
Trevor Philips: Ah! Let's go! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!
(Michael moves towards the security guard)
Michael Townley: Hands behind your back.
(Michael searches the security guard)
Security Guard: C'mon mister, we're giving you everything you want.
(An employee goes to trigger the alarm)
Michael Townley: Don't even think about it.
(Michael kicks the security guard in the back)
Female Employee: I'll do it. I'll do it... Oh God.
(Brad heads through a door while Trevor pushes the female employee into an office)
Trevor Philips: Sit tight. I'll handle the plastic.
Michael Townley: Don't blow yourself up!
(Michael aims his gun at the hostages)
Michael Townley: Listen up.
Trevor Philips: In the back! Come on!
(The hostages begin moving into an office)
Male Employee: What's he doing? He's going to kill us in here.
Trevor Philips: Hurry!
Male Employee: Leave us alone.
Second Male Employee: We didn't do shit to you.
(Brad returns and Trevor shuts the office door)
Trevor Philips: All set. Phone it in.
(Michael gets his phone out)
Michael Townley: I'm making the call.
(Michael uses his phone to detonate the explosives blowing the vault open with the trio moving towards the vault)
Brad Snider: Alright! We going to do this, huh?
Trevor Philips: Haha! Show me the money!
Michael Townley: Slow and steady, T. Slow and steady.
PRESENT TIME:
Michael and his crew arrive at the jewelry store, and grab bike helmets and M16 assault rifles.
"Okay. Everyone ready to rock?" Michael said to his crew.
Everyone noded.
"Adam, you ready to disable the alarm?" Packie said into a headset he was given. In fact, they were ALL given head sets.
"Ready when you, boys" Adam Harvey said, from off view.
"Alright.. let's do this. (I sure hope this shit goes better than it did nine years ago)" Michael replied.
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Suddenly Michael dramatically burst into the jewelry store, much to the horror of everyone inside.
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is your moment! Please don't make us waste all the hard work your plastic surgeons have done. ON THE FLOOR! NOW!" cried an armed and bike helmet wearing, Michael Townley.
Everyone did as the interrupter said, and laid on the ground.
"Okay guys, I managed to stop the alarm for 90 minutes" Said Adam Harvey's voice.
"90 minutes! NICCE!.. Your worth the price!" Michael said, impressed.
With that, Michael, Connor and Packie started breaking glass cases and stealing jewelry.
"Haha.. Don't tell Dash Lucia I got all this Jewelry!" Packie chuckled.
Before long however, an employee came in, unaware of what was happening and tried calling for help.
"DON'T EVEN FUCKIN TRY IT! ON THE FUCKIN GROUND!" Packie screamed at her, and she went onto to the ground, remaining quite.
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"so for last time, move it!" Cried an street guard.
"Yo! Get the fuck outta my face!" Franklyn said rudely, as he was guarding the escape bikes.
Suddenly Michael came behind the guard and threw him on his knees before saying his cheesy line. "Forget a thousand things everyday pal.. Make sure this is one of them".
It was a cold, dark, rainy afternoon. Perfect for the mood everyone was in.
Everyone was gathered around a gravestone. On it read...
"Kate Mcreary - 1980 to 2008"
But nothing else was written against the grave, no comment like you would see on many gravestones. It just said her name and the dates. Nothing to interesting.
"I never thought this would happen... I never fucking thought it... Kate.. sweet, innocent Katie... She didn't diserve it.. She never hurt anyone!... She didn't do nothing to nobody. It was us McReary men who were the sinners. We're paying for that ourselves, she didn't have to pay too". Packie said, in a heart broken voice.
"I'm sorry Packie.. I loved her too.. She was like a sister" Said a short small, fairly attractive, brunette haired girl. Who was comforting Packie.
"It's Niko's fault.. He didn't protect h-
"Hey.. Don't blame Niko. He told me what happened.. It was nobodies fault. it was, 'wrong place wrong time', nothing else" The girl replied, her long hair hidden behind a hat.
"I know Dash.. But Michael, Francis, and now Katie.. We lost them ALL after meeting Niko.. It's like he's bad luck or something" Packie said, hiding a tear.
"It's probably just a coincidence" Dash insisted.
TWO DAYS AFTER THE FUNERAL:
"Are you sure about moving?" Dash asked, from outside the airport. Her long hair is know shown, since it's sunny today.
"Yes.. Get away from this shit they call Liberty City... You sure don't want to come with me Dash?" Packie replied.
"I'm sure" Dash replied.
"Well than. One last favor... Look after me mother, Maureen Mcreary.. Poor woman is tramatized from losing Kate" Packie replied.
"Of coarse" Dash replied, before giving him a hug goodbye.
"I won't forget you.. Boss" Dash said, while they hugged.
PRESENT TIME:
Two weeks after the Dollar Pills heist.
Michael was seen speaking to Frankly, Packie, Connor, and Adam.
"Alright.. Thanks for joining everyone.. Adam. Hope your good at hacking, because your job is very important" Michael said, in a manager like tone.
"I won't let you down mate, I promise" Adam Harvey replied.
"Alright everyone... Here's the game plan.. We're all professionals. We all know the score... We ride over. Grab what we need.. And walk wait though the front door... Packie.. I hope you and your boy Connor can handle pressure.. We need intense pressure on security and management... Costomers however, are to be CALMLY subdued... We're in and out in ninety seconds boys!... So let's make it count"
"I just hope nobody dies... I can't handle anymore loses" Packie admitted, in a rare moment of sadness.
"Don't worry.. If all goes according to pl-
"Things NEVER go according to plan.. It's the ONE thing I ever took from this business" Packie complained.
"Just relax.. Just focus on one thing, and one thing only.. The score" Michael replied.
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2 WEEKS EARLIER:
"Mom, why can't come back to live with you guys!?"
"We're LOVE to you live with us.. But your robbed those men Connor, the police are looking for you" Said an female voice from the other side of the phone.
"I.. I had no choice" Connor said sadly.
"Well, you shouldn't rob people son... Please don't tell me, your involved in that Dollar Pills robbery" The voice replied.
"O- Of coarse not" Connor replied. Saddened he has to lie to his own mother, in order to spare her the heartbreak of learning the truth.
"I... I will NEVER rob people" Connor lied.
"Well... I don't trust that new friend of yours.. The Irish one... Please keep an close eye on him.. I think he's dangerous" The mom replied, protectively.
"O- Of coarse mom" Connor replied.
PRESENT TIME:
Franklyn was seen driving everyone to the heist, while Michael was in the passenger seat, and Packie and Connor in the back.
"Okay... There are four of us in this van.. We're about to become accomplishes, in a major crime.. I need to know I can depend on you all of you,.. With my life... In order to establish that type of relationship in the short time we got.. How about about a background check?... Me first... I'm Michael.. I've done this type of thing before.. More than a couple times.. Enough to spend a long time NOT doing it.. Easy to say. I know a lot of people.. Anyone blabs.. About you, or anyone else... Their be dealt with"
"Anyone else?" Michael asked, after a brief pause.
"Yo, I'm Franklyn, doog... I'm new to these types of planned out robberies.. I did my share small time jobs., drug stores, boosting cars. That kind of stuff... But than I met this Michael here, and he turned me onto to this.. So now I'm here"
"Okay... Who's next?" Michael replied.
"Patrick McReary of gods own Liberty City.. After leaving my close friend Dash Lucia to watch over me Ma. I came to Los Santos seeking fame and fortune.. And I found boredom and idiots!... You wanna hear about my old life, your first out here that do... Everyone talks about what they wanna do, and who they wanna be.. They don't care about who they are., And they sure as shit don't care about anyone else... A city of coke heads waiting on the coke... I swear they put something in that kale juice"
"Uhhh... Packie comes to us, highly recommended" Michael chuckled.
"Hell yeah I do! Let's do this!" Packie said excitedly.
"Okay.. Your the only one left, kid" Michael said, turning his attention to Connor.
"Well... I'm Connor.. And like Franklyn I'm new to these planned out robbery stuff.. Truth be told.. I never WANTED this life. But robbery is my only option these days, I am high on taxes, and never went to collage so can't really find a HONEST job... Either way.. Don't tell my parents.. It'll break their heart, if they knew I was a crook"
"You have our word" Michael promised.
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meanwhile:
Back in Liberty City a 29 year old woman was knocking on a front door.
"Maureen, Maureen, it's me., Please open up" The pretty but a bit short, girl called out.
The door opened up to reveal Maureen McReary.
"Oh, such a doll" Mrs Mcreary said to Dash Lucia. The young girl Packie has left to protect and watch over Maureen in these crazy times.
"No problem" Dash said, handing Maureen a bag full of the medicines she needed.
"How'd you even get them?" Maureen asked.
"Umm... (seen holding up a drug store 15 minutes earlier)... Not important" Dash replied.
"Well.. You didn't have to do this" Maureen insisted.
"Don't be silly. I promised Packie I'd take care of you... Besides.. I.. I never knew my OWN mother.. She died during child birth.. And my dad was abusive... And my sister died of cancer.. Kate got shot.. And Packie moved away... Y- Your all I got" Dash said, in a sad tone.
Maureen hugged her, but didn't say anything.
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FLASHBACK:
(Brad throws a woman to the floor)
Brad Snider: Get down there!
Michael Townley: Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt.
Trevor Philips: Aarrgh! Open the door, or they'll get worse than hurt!
(Michael points a gun at a security guard)
Trevor Philips: Hey, hey, ah! Come on!
(The security guard opens the door)
Security Guard: Just don't do any...
Trevor Philips: Ah! Let's go! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!
(Michael moves towards the security guard)
Michael Townley: Hands behind your back.
(Michael searches the security guard)
Security Guard: C'mon mister, we're giving you everything you want.
(An employee goes to trigger the alarm)
Michael Townley: Don't even think about it.
(Michael kicks the security guard in the back)
Female Employee: I'll do it. I'll do it... Oh God.
(Brad heads through a door while Trevor pushes the female employee into an office)
Trevor Philips: Sit tight. I'll handle the plastic.
Michael Townley: Don't blow yourself up!
(Michael aims his gun at the hostages)
Michael Townley: Listen up.
Trevor Philips: In the back! Come on!
(The hostages begin moving into an office)
Male Employee: What's he doing? He's going to kill us in here.
Trevor Philips: Hurry!
Male Employee: Leave us alone.
Second Male Employee: We didn't do shit to you.
(Brad returns and Trevor shuts the office door)
Trevor Philips: All set. Phone it in.
(Michael gets his phone out)
Michael Townley: I'm making the call.
(Michael uses his phone to detonate the explosives blowing the vault open with the trio moving towards the vault)
Brad Snider: Alright! We going to do this, huh?
Trevor Philips: Haha! Show me the money!
Michael Townley: Slow and steady, T. Slow and steady.
PRESENT TIME:
Michael and his crew arrive at the jewelry store, and grab bike helmets and M16 assault rifles.
"Okay. Everyone ready to rock?" Michael said to his crew.
Everyone noded.
"Adam, you ready to disable the alarm?" Packie said into a headset he was given. In fact, they were ALL given head sets.
"Ready when you, boys" Adam Harvey said, from off view.
"Alright.. let's do this. (I sure hope this shit goes better than it did nine years ago)" Michael replied.
------------------------------------------------------------
Suddenly Michael dramatically burst into the jewelry store, much to the horror of everyone inside.
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is your moment! Please don't make us waste all the hard work your plastic surgeons have done. ON THE FLOOR! NOW!" cried an armed and bike helmet wearing, Michael Townley.
Everyone did as the interrupter said, and laid on the ground.
"Okay guys, I managed to stop the alarm for 90 minutes" Said Adam Harvey's voice.
"90 minutes! NICCE!.. Your worth the price!" Michael said, impressed.
With that, Michael, Connor and Packie started breaking glass cases and stealing jewelry.
"Haha.. Don't tell Dash Lucia I got all this Jewelry!" Packie chuckled.
Before long however, an employee came in, unaware of what was happening and tried calling for help.
"DON'T EVEN FUCKIN TRY IT! ON THE FUCKIN GROUND!" Packie screamed at her, and she went onto to the ground, remaining quite.
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"so for last time, move it!" Cried an street guard.
"Yo! Get the fuck outta my face!" Franklyn said rudely, as he was guarding the escape bikes.
Suddenly Michael came behind the guard and threw him on his knees before saying his cheesy line. "Forget a thousand things everyday pal.. Make sure this is one of them".
