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The Score [Los Santos]
By: BigBossJay Date: May 24, 2019, 5:50 pm
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Preston stood on the desk, AR-15 in hand as he stared at the
clock.
Preston. 45 seconds! Let's go!
He heard shuffling from the vault as he looked down at the
patrons.
Preston. Ladies and gentlemen, remain relaxed and all goes
smoothly on this day. We're not here for you, we're here for the
city of Los Santos' money.
He looked back at the clock.
Preston. 30 seconds!
Suddenly, his crew ran from the back. He jumped from the desk
and followed them out of the side door before turning around and
smiling at everyone.
Preston. Thank you for your cooperation, ladies and gentlemen.
He hopped into the backseat of the truck as the driver pulled
off quickly, taking a few turns to throw off the possibility of
any tails before getting on their pre-planned routes...
...A few minutes later, the group was walking into the warehouse
they'd rented and began taking off their masks. Preston tossed
two duffel bags onto the table.
Jason. Everybody accounted for?
Madison. Yup. Chanel is on her way.
Jason. How many bags we got?
Taylor. 10.
Jason. So that's--
Preston. 8.2 million, give or take.
All eyes fell on him and Preston shrugged.
Preston. I like numbers.
Jason. Okay. So then what's the split.
Preston paused, quickly doing the math in his head.
Preston. 1.64 mil a piece. Like I said...give or take.
The door opened and Chanel, the crew's grifter, walked in with a
smile.
Jason. Good shit, Chanel. How'd you get up outta there?
Chanel. I told them I was going to flag down a cop and got in my
car and left.
Madison. The best solution is sometimes the easiest.
Jason. Ladies, y'all divvy it up. Preston, lemme holler at you,
man.
Preston stood up and followed Jason to the next room.
Jason. You did great, man.
Preston. Thanks.
Jason. I'm proud of you, bro. Seriously.
Jason handed Preston a beer and they toasted before both taking
a sip.
Preston. What now?
Jason. That's why I called you in here. I want you to leave,
man.
Preston. Leave? For what?
Jason. You're better than this shit, P. You used to dream about
being on the east coast and getting into music, right?
Preston chuckled nervously.
Preston. That was just a joke, man.
Jason. Have you heard your fuckin voice, bruh? And you can rap
and produce and shit.
Preston. I just be playing around.
Jason. Well stop. Take that shit seriously, man.
Preston sighed as Jason nudged him.
Jason. You always gon' be my brother, man. I want better for
you, that's all.
Preston. I hear you, man. I'll think about it, aite?
The two walked back into the main room where the remaining bags
were being zipped up.
Jason. Everything good?
Madison. All good.
Chanel. I'm going to fuckin' smoke.
Madison. I'm coming with you.
Taylor. I'm gon' go make a call.
Chanel. P, you coming?
Preston. Nah, I'ma kick back.
The girls left as Preston grabbed his bags of money.
Jason. I'm serious, Preston. Leave this shit behind before it
consumes you like it has us.
Preston. I heard you, J.
At that moment, a low rumble could be heard. Jason paused and
ran to the window, seeing a stream of cop cars pulling on the
block.
Jason. Fuck!
Preston. Wassup?
Jason. You gotta get the fuck outta here, Preston. Get the bags
and go.
Preston. But, what about--
Jason. My car is parked in the back alley. Load this shit up and
go.
The door flew open and the girls ran in.
Taylor. There are cops everywhere!
Jason. Chanel, help Jason get the bags in the car.
Preston and Chanel grabbed the bags and ran to the back alley
where Jason's car waited. Just as they finished, shots began
ringing through the warehouse. Preston paused, his heart sinking
into his stomach. In the next moment, Jason ran through the
door, catching his breath.
Preston. Get in!
Jason. Y'all go.
Chanel. J, what about you?!
Jason. I'll take the fall!
Preston. Jason, bruh, come on!
Jason. Shut up and go before--
A shot rang out and Chanel began bleeding from her chest. She
slumped over onto a crate as Jason and Preston looked to the end
of the alley, seeing a cop shouting for backup.
Jason. Preston, get the fuck outta here.
Preston. Jason, man--
Jason. Aye! You get to the fuckin east coast and make something
of yourself, little bro. You hear me?! Fuckin' go!
Hesitantly, Preston took the keys and jumped into the car. Just
as he started the car, a shot rang out and Jason fell to the
ground. Preston, shakily, pulled himself from the alley and
headed to the highway...
...Preston pulled over to the side of the road. He took a deep
breath and felt himself begin to cry. Every friend he'd ever had
was gone. The only brother he'd ever known was either dead or on
his way to prison. Either way, his entire life was upended in a
matter of minutes. He hit the steering wheel a few times and
screamed as tears streamed down his face. He took a few minutes
to catch his breath and looked in the backseat at the 8 million
dollars in cash he had.
Preston. Fuck, man...fuck...
His phone pinged and he looked at it, wiping his eyes. He read
the article headline to himself. 'NuSound Records East Coast
Office Opens, Searching For New Talent." After a quick Google
search, he found that the NuSound office was opening in Jorden
City. He shook his head and sighed.
Preston. I'ma do it for you, J...
He started the car and took off down the road, mind racing and
heart heavy.
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