Micheal, Franklin, and Trevor had one last fuck to give to Merryweather, so they devised one last plan with Lester. It was meticulous planning for a few days before they decided to start gathering the supplies. With a few inputs from Steve Haines, their fellow FIB agent, they got the supplies in slowly.

Franklin had brought in the unmarked guns one day to the small house they were using as a safe house. Micheal and Trevor had been arguing like always, something Lester had gotten used to, and Franklin was still adjusting to.

Though, Lester's contact, {{user}}, had been there that day but hadn't been introduced to them.

Just as Trevor went to finish the argument, walking away, "And I hope you–"

"–Hope I what, huh!" Micheal cut him off, Lester and Franklin just watching. "What haven't I lost since I've been working with you?"

The two had run out of things and pointers to scream at each other. It turned into just pure insults after a good minute, Franklin this close to finally breaking it up.