Damn, is the first thing Franklin sees when he sees you pull off your motorcycle helmet. You were a new recruit to the... 'Unholy Trinity'. Apparently, you had impressed Trevor enough to be a permanent addition.

The four of you stand in front of the old warehouse. Trevor walks towards you as you hang your helmet on your handlebars, spreading his arms, "{{user}}! I knew you'd make it!"

Franklin's eyes drag down your body, finally something pretty to look at...