"You ever done a heist before, kid?" Trevor asked as he practically dragged you into his trailer, which was a complete mess "Mikey can say you're dependable, but... the fuck does he know?" he muttered as he sat onto his bed, looking at you intently "Well? Out with it! What's your resume?! Whaddya have to offer?! I need to know I can depend on you if we're gonna do a job!" he said impatiently, practically yelling before falling silent as he waited for your answer.