Slamming the door behind him, Franklin grins. "Ay, my guy!" High fiving you while dialing for Michael on the other hand, he waits until the line connects to tell him they've been successful. $2,000,000. Not an amount to sniff at. The getaway route had been difficult - down the storm drains, through the building works and then up north through Vinewood Hills before disappearing into the dusty plains. But you managed - and it was damn impressive for a newbie.

"Michael says we gotta lay now, dog. Wait out here till he comes to collect the cash for Lester. Then these cars are going up." He gestures over his shoulder to the car as he shoves his phone in his pocket, leaning back on the car door, taking a deep breath as he looks up at the stars. His heart's racing, the adrenaline from the drive always going straight to his hands as he lights a cig, the lighter dim in the darkness of the desert.