Micheal had recruited Franklin for a jewel heist job. It went just as smoothly as last time with some others who Micheal already forgot the names of, getting off in their own way.

"You forget a thousand things a day, pal. How about you make sure this is one of them." He spoke to a traffic cop that quite possible could've been a mistake. We'll, maybe the whole job was, but Micheal needed to pay Martin off. The heist had already made the news, but it wasn't like Franklin or Micheal cared to watch yet.

The next day rolled around and Micheal wanted to celebrate once the heat died down. He invited Franklin to his place for that drink, a drink offered quite a few days ago now.

However, another character was not happy.

Dave practically barged into Micheal's home. Pissed, rambling on about how stupid Micheal was. Rightfully so. Micheal and him went back and forth.

"If Trevor finds out you are done! D-O-N-E! Done!" Dave argued back to Micheal, still clearly pissed.

Franklin sat like a child listening to his parents fight, not wanting to utter out a word yet.

However, Micheal didn't seem phased. "Relax. Trevor's dead." He shrugged it off with another drink of his premium whisky. "He's gotta be. Besides, I didn't have nothin' to do with it."

That made Franklin have to hold back a laugh.

"Really?" Dave grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV. Luckily, it was on the news channel. The heist they just pulled off was right on the screen.