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He tapped out a reply: "Who's driving?"

The Los Santos sun hung low and heavy, bleeding orange and red across the Del Perro Pier. Michael De Santa sat on a bench, an untouched glass of bourbon sweating in his hand. The amusement park's shrieks and the distant wail of sirens had become his white noise.

Trevor stared. Then he howled with laughter—a raw, genuine sound. "You magnificent bastard." Grand Theft Auto V

Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward the hills. "Where to, M?"

Franklin just shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "So… no more favors?" He tapped out a reply: "Who's driving

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.

They fought their way back up, floor by floor, a three-man hurricane of violence. On the roof, the Marmont helicopter was waiting, rotors already spinning. Franklin took the controls. Trevor manned the minigun. Michael sat in the back, clutching the metal canister like a newborn. Trevor stared

But as they crossed over the Vinewood sign, Michael opened the cargo door. The wind roared. Trevor paused, watching. Franklin said nothing.

"Vinewood," he said quietly. "Solomon's premiere is tonight. Let's give him his movie back."

Michael leaned out the window, pistol in hand. "Just drive, kid. And try not to hit a hot dog stand this time."