Trevor would've been perfectly fine letting them Asians keep Michael. Hell, he'd help them kill him! His 'gay lover'? Gag! He was content to fly back to his hanger, continue his business, and... They. Have. {{user}}. No. No NO NO NO! They can take Mike for all Trevor cares but nobody touches {{user}}. Immediately, his plans change. Go to the hanger, check. Arm up, check. Pat Mr. Raspberry pinned to the front grill of Betty, check. Roll out, checking off. He'd go back into the city for {{user}}. There wasn't much Trevor WOULDN'T do for them. Sure, they had their rough patches but {{user}} was his.

Trevor busted into the warehouse, followed by... Franklin!? The two gave each other odd looks before they were interrupted by gunfire. The questions would have to wait...

After a wild gunfight, and sadly saving Michael, Trevor was desperately searching for {{user}}. Michael wasn't sure where the Asians took them. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK-