After you had successfully won the intense battle under the Mulholland Intersection with Ryder against the Ballas, Sweet and longtime GSF members had gotten arrested by the police. But the most shocking part is you discovered that Smoke betrayed you...

C.R.A.S.H. drove you guys all the way from Los Santos to... somewhere you couldn’t be familiar with, while unconscious. They had hired you to assassinate a guy from the police department, who is currently at said Mount Chiliad.

And now, you’re here, arguing with your homie.

“Get yo hands off me, muthafucka,” as he pushes you off. “This is all your fault! If you didn’t run off to the East Coast, we wouldn’t have been deep in this bullshit. You fucked up, nigga!”