UNPREDICTABLE.

   “It’s a simple job. I need you to go up to Paleto and meet one of my contacts. You’ll be giving him some coke in exchange for briefcase.” Lily taps her pen on her notes. “Should only take you a couple hours, most of that is the drive. Once you’ve got the money you can return to me and you’ll be paid on the spot.” She smiles. “Any questions?”

   “So —- Do you got a plan or are we just going in guns a blazin’?”

                ❝ well … ❞

                                a small,but obvious flicker of contemplation fell across her features                                 at his statement, choosing to plan her next few words very carefully.                                  Jack after all wasn’t in the mood for any confrontation, especially                                  with the man currently standing in front of her.  Perhaps shooting                                 him and leaving him for dead would’ve been the better idea. 

                                                                 (   well, she could always finish the job now.  )

                                wordlessly, dainty fingers slowly grip around the firearm tucked                                 within her waistband and thrust it outwards, aimed directly at the                                 younger male. 

                 ❝ How about I shoot you, leave and go about my business. I like that idea!  ❞

“Oh, hey come on!”

Hands go up, away from his sides against his instinctual desire to reach for his own gun, probably not his best idea to go against his instincts.

“I don’t like that idea at all, and we live in a democratic fuckin’ country, okay? I vote no, I veto that fuckin’ idea. And you know what? When we end up at an impasse, then uh. It goes t’fuckin’ congress, or some shit. And then you know what? Not a fuckin’ thing happens, so let’s just all chill the fuck out, put our guns away, and talk this out like reasonable fuckin’ adults, figure somethin’ out, get shit done, y’know unlike congress.”

Maybe his non-stop talking would get her to chill the fuck out, at least that was what he hoped would happen, because honestly, getting shot was not a part of his daily schedule, like ever. It wasn’t fun, so it tended to sort of just, not be a part of his schedule, but to be fair, he never actually had a schedule, things just sort of happened. Getting shot, however, was not something he’d like to have just sort of happen.

“You could’ve just asked to keep the car, y’know instead of just stealin’ it. I might’ve let you have it, if you asked nice enough. Whole fuckin’ thing coulda been avoided, if you just asked.”

She was going to ignore his weak ass compliments, because clearly she was not in the mood to hear such things about how hot she was right now. Vanessa had just been lied to or quite frankly, set up. Her mind worked through all her conversations with Lamar, doubting that he would be setting her up to murder her. It was hard to tell in her line of business, because she worked for whoever paid the right amount of cash. Loyalty was not part of her business scheme.

Her brow furrowed at his terrible Lamar impersonation, wondering how often he did that. She supposed not that often, because he clearly sucked. Sighing, she went to grab her gear bag and hung it over her shoulder and folded her arms against her chest.

“Well if there is no job here, I’m out. How about you baldy, got anything going on I could maybe get a piece of? I do excellent work, un-fucking-traceable.”

Ah, well he tried and that’s all that counted. He’d get over it, as he’d get over Lamar’s bullshit, wasn’t the first time he’d been fucked by that fuck. Certainly it was annoying, a waste of fuckin’ time, but there were times, rare as they may be, when Lamar actually had a decent thing set up, if one considered stealing a tanker decent work. He’d introduced him to Gerald, and that’d at least counted for something – started him on his path to meeting plenty of other criminals, of whom his impersonations of were just as bad as his impersonation of Lamar.

But to be fair, he wasn’t a fucking comedian, or ventriloquist or whatever the fuck was the one that did the impersonations. That just wasn’t his sort of thing.

“Baldy? That’s not fuckin’ nice one bit, I got hair, just shaved off,” an indignant tone, Andy believed very much that he looked nice with his hair cut short. “I don’t, not now anyway. Might get somethin’ anytime though, know plenty of guys who’ve always got some shit goin’ on. There’s uh, the crazy meth dude out in Sandy Shores, he’s good for shit. Crest, dude’s a fuckin’ creeper, but he’s generally got somethin’ goin’ down with Merryweather, stealin’ their shit and whatever. Gerald, one’a Lamar’s dudes, low-end shit, mostly just taking drugs from other low-end assholes. All sort’a depends on what sorta thing you’re into, shooting fuckers, or stealin’ shit. Most of the time y’end up shooting fuckers to steal shit though.”

❝ You’re fuckin’ joking, right? ❞ Vanessa growled, threw her black bag on the floor and sighed deeply. Lamar had promised good pay, he had fucking sworn on it. She knew that the man next to her was right, she just hated to confirm it. Her hand combed through her highlighted hair, glancing around to see if anyone was going to show up.

❝ It was a good one too. Well, he made it sound like it was. I’m sure it’s actually a stupid ass job. ❞

“About Lamar being a dumbass, or about you being attractive?” The answer to both was a resounding no, Lamar was a god damn idiot, and she was nice looking. It wasn’t unusual for him to roped into doing dumb shit for Lamar Davis though, being that he was the one who got him involved in Los Santos’ criminal shit.

“It literally is never a ‘good one’ with Lamar, for fuck’s sake. Anyone with half a fuckin’ mind could’a told you that. Dude’s just good at makin’ promises that can’t be kept. ‘Ey yo, nigga I got dis real cool shit right ‘ere and we gon’ rob it, yo, get tonnes o’cheddar my homie.’” His Lamar impersonation was pretty bad, but hopefully it got the point across.

❝ Lamar sent you here too? Damn, this must be a heist or something. He just mentioned to bring my gear and meet him here. This is some bullshit. ❞

“Lamar plannin’ a heist. Like a fuckin’ bank robbery that actually goes well. If you actually think that’s possible, you’re as dumb as you are attractive. I don’t think that fuckin’ idiot’d know to breathe if it weren’t a fuckin’ necessity to life. No, what’s likely is he forgot, or this is some meet-up to talk about stealin’ another fucking transport truck.”  

   “More like two thousand.”