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The other two groups had seemingly stopped showing up, with the inside of the foundry cleared Michael and Trevor came out, now with the five of them battling against Merryweather, who was the only one still putting up a fight against them, even summoning a chopper that was quickly gunned down…
With the final couple of goons killed the sound of gunfire ceased, bringing a certain calm back to the now destroyed surroundings… with cars filled with bullet holes, pools of blood forming as Michael, Trevor, Franklin and Keith grouped up near the loading bay…
Michael huffed and puffed, clearly being out of breath. "I think we got them.."
"For now.."
"So what now… we gonna wait for other to show up or for you to turn on us?" Trevor seemed almost hungry for more action… seemingly thirsty for more blood..
"We just need to get rid of some of our acquaintances.." Keith had a small list in mind, but clearly he was to vague.
"Well there are a lot of acquaintances.."
"We just need to get the big once.." Killing some cops that had wronged them wouldn't do any good…
It was if they were facing a hydra, if they didn't cut off all the heads more would just sprout up, but as long as they got everyone at the top, then the rest wouldn't be much of a problem..
"Let me see there is.. Steve Haines.." Michael began, mentally checking a list of as they moved to their cars..
"Dave Norton."
"No we will need him alive.." Keith thought about it, realising that they needed someone to cover for them, deleting the files they had on them or simply stopping others from getting close..
"What are the others?"
"Those Triads that think you two are dating.."
"Oh and the one that set you and Lamar up.. Stretch right?"
"You want to throw Stretch in.." franklin seemed surprised… doubting that it was a real problem.. as Stretch was by no means a big impact outside of the streets
"He will throw anyone in.."
Continuing the conversation "The lost mc needs a change in leadership.."
"You having trouble with them two eh?" Trevor smiled…
"Why don't you get Lester on the line, get us a few locations." Michael seemed a little put off, letting Franklin call Lester..
"Sure.."
The phone only rang once before Lester picked up..
["who is this, stop calling this number."]
"its me dog.."
["oh your alive, I thought someone might have taken your phone.."] Keith found Lester's lack of confidents disturbing, thinking that he should have a little more faith in their ability to survive.
"Hey I got you here on speaker.."
["Did the others make it?"]
"Yeah, have the four of us right here… can you get us some locations?"
["I can try.. who do you have in mind.."] Franklin looked at the others, letting Michael begin..
"Steve Haines to start.."
"..And Devin Weston's ass."
"And uh.. Wei Cheng.."
"Don't forget to guys from the lost.."
"Yes and Stretch.." Trevor moved around in cercles, seemingly a little agitated by the fact that it was taking so long…
["Stretch?"]
"His real name is Herold Joseph." Keith could understand why he changed the name, but still thought Stretch was a little far fetched..
["Well let me see.. agent Haines is filming on the del Pero pier, Shooting permit came up immediately…"]
"Shotgun… I wanted to ice that fucker ever since I met him.." Trevor ran to his car, driving off within moments..
["Ah and I got a signal from Mr herald joseph's phone over at the B.J. Smith recreating centre."] Franklin seemed ready to go, only to be stopped by Michael.
"I got him… keep him clear of any know associates.." nodding, franklin let Michael pass, waiting for the last to locations…
["Wei Cheng just purchased a magnum at the beach club in pacific buffs and the Lost seemed to have a ride planned for today, sending off one of their fallen…. They will be at the mortuary in Strawberry."]
"You take Wei Cheng, ill get the lost.." Keith couldn't help but smile at his good fortune…
"You sure?" Franklin held him up from moving to his car, likely concerned about the lost knowing it was him, but Keith had a plan, to take them out… so hiding his identity would be a simple task..
"Rather get them myself.."
"Well alright dog.." He let Keith pass, getting on his own motorcycle after…
["Ill get back to you once I got Devin Weston's location.."] Stepping into his car, Keith drove off towards Strawberry…
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Arriving at the Mortuary, Keith saw them preparing to leave, with him lying in wait near the exit…. Wearing some remaining parts of the armour as he hadn't taken everything off before leaving, still having the leg and torso protected against bullets… that combined with the fact that he hadn't shot the ammo box dry compelled him to get out and start a massacre….
But he stopped himself of doing so, knowing full well that he would struggle to get out of there without a police tail…
Instead he held a c4 in his hands, using a small paper bag to cover it up… before dropping it on the road where the group would ride to… simply waiting patiently for the members to come out…. Paying attention that the bomb wasn't displaced while waiting…
"There they are.." After a couple minutes of waiting, Keith saw the group head out, with around four riders in the front, being a small escort to the car with the body behind, after that were the higher members followed by a smaller party than expected, likely due to some of them being diverted to the foundry…
"A truly horrible day for the lost.." Keith triggered the c4 right as the president and vice president rode over it, causing a chain reaction of explosives as pieces of bikes and human body parts flew through the air, creating a mass of hysteria as the parade was immediately stopped, the que for Keith to leave…
Toggling on his earpiece, Keith informed the rest..
"Alright guys… finished off the Lost… Devin already accounted for?"
["I am heading there right now.."]
"Great.." Keith stopped his car on the side of the road, he had made enough distance for now and didn't know where the others wanted to finish things, but he himself needed to talk to molly….
Keith didn't know about what would change between them, if she still wanted to be in contact with him or not, but he wanted to talk to her…. Even if she wasn't willing to listen..
His call was left unanswered , with it eventually automatically turning to voicemail…
"Hey Molly…. I just wanted to talk to you… you know… about what happened, about us. I know that you might dislike me…. Even possibly hate me… but just know that, I don't change… I have always been revenge driven in some capacity… that's just, how I am and I have made my peace with that… listen.. I just wanted to say that I will understand if you don't talk to me no more…. That I soured the fledgling relation that we had, but do know that ill be there if you ever call…" Keith smiled sadly as he leaned back into his seat… He felt like he was acting pathetic.
He should have never engaged with her… helping was one thing but he had gotten to close, he couldn't deny it… even if he sometimes tried to, he had grown to see her as someone close to him…
Sighing Keith resolved himself, starting the cars engine only to notice a text come in…
[Keith, I don't hate you.]
[I just realised that I need some time alone for now.]
[Get myself back together… until then, I won't be in contact with you.]
[One last thing… with Devin situation, most of his assets will be evaluated, some of those assets have my name on it as well… so see it as a sort of parting gift from me… I do hope that you'll keep to that promise.]
Keith's smile turned brighter, not only at the mention of some assets wired to his name, but also the fact that Molly didn't hate him…
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["I got Devin, bringing him to a cliff off the GOH, near the chiliad mountain range.."] Keith earpiece bussed again as he stood on the side of the road… Getting back into the car while he searched for the location, finding it in the middle of nowhere…
Something that should be good, as it would mean that it would take longer for his body to be found, if found at all, but at the same time it was excessive, with the drive needing some time to complete…
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Arriving to the place, Keith found that he was the first one there, with Trevor waiting on them beside a classic car, likely owned by Devin..
"Trevor…" Trevor looked calm, seemingly a satiated after all that had transpired hours before.
"Keith.."
"Had any trouble with getting him here?" Keith was sure that he would have had some kind of security around him, making him one of the more difficult once to get out alive.
"No… just a small reminder why you should always kill someone before putting them in your trunk.."
"Ah…" Keith nodded, a little confused..
Michaels car pulled up, parking beside Keith's before getting out..
"Hey you two.."
"Franklin?" Trevor stopped leaning against the car, walking along side Michael to the edge of the cliff.
"On his way.." Michael pulled out a pack of smokes, pulling out one to light it…
He inhaled one breath before coughing…. "Fuck.." Michael threw the smokes off the cliff…
"There he is.." Keith spotted the green motorcycle a little ways up the passage, informing the others.
"Franklin."
"Hey what's up.." Franklin got of the bike, walking towards the three of them…
"I assume you got him." With everyone there Michael got started with the important business..
"Of course…" Trevor opened the trunk, revealing Devin with his hands and feat tied and his mouth taped over… seemingly pleading for his life…
Pulling out something akin to puppy eyes when looking at Keith… something that didn't suit his face in the slightest…
Keith hung back as the three of them insulted the guy… not having anything against him worth mentioning Keith let them finish….
"Ready to finish this thing?"
"Lets do it.." Keith got behind the car, pushing from the side against the hood as they got the car rolling, before letting it dive of the cliff, giving something of a anticlimactic sight as the car lay there on the rocks..
Keith planned on walking back to get some explosives before the car blew up on its own…
The silent was a little unsettling with them just looking down at the flaming car. "So now what?" Keith turned to Trevor..
"We keep a low profile, continue our lives.."
"As friends.."
"Sure Trevor… why not." They had all stumbled on to gold and making friends with the rich and psychotic was a good way to keep them clear of doing anything against you… although with Trevor it might lead to more trouble.
"Do I have a choice.." Michael seemed apposed to the idea, clearly thinking it unwise.
"Nah.. not really.."
"Alright then… as poorly matched friends.."
"Sounds good.."
"I don't know about you three but I am getting out of here..." With the leadership of the lost now gone, those below them would start making moves to take power, meaning that Keith could capitalise on their loss…
"You do that Keith…" Heading for his car Keith overheard some more talk, finding it almost funny how they treated each other, with him heading home to finish the day off..
