The Heist

I've come a long way baby.
 
From the dead end streets of Los Santos, from the world of liquor store hold-ups and tagging walls with a can of spray paint. Now, I'm in the big league, respected by the mob and planning a million dollar heist of one of the biggest casinos in Las Venturas. I've got a good team - Zero knocked out the power bang on time, and I met Woozie's crew coming through the security doors as planned. I have to say, I sure was glad I was now packing a military grade M4 rather than the micro smgs that we used to think were so hot, back in the day. The Leone goons were no trouble at all.
 
One or two minor hitches, but everything went smooth as silk until the cash was out of the door. That's when it all started to get hot. I was the distraction to give the truck time to reach the airfield, and boy, did I bring down the house. I hit the roof and found two choppers circling - easy work for the rocket launcher, but it was all taking too long. Long enough for a swat team to get to the roof as well, and bang me up some before I could get to the parachute stashed by the ledge. I jumped into space, but something went wrong. I could see the chopper waiting on the pad across the street, but I realised there was no way on God's green earth that I was gonna make it.
 
Change of plan. Hit the car park and jack a Hustler - small and fast - and hit the back streets to shake off the pursuit. Too many of them for comfort, and I got spun around and missed the turning for the freeway, and ended up in a parking lot, slamming into a concrete wall, totalling the car and setting it on fire. No time to think, palms sweating, jump the wall to the freeway and grab the first thing I see. Drive against the traffic, flat out, listen to the carnage behind me. Not far to the airfield now, take the back road and launch the car off the cliff.
 
Too fast, and the car spins as it slams into a fenced off storage area. I crawl from the wreck, and a cop car lands inches from my head. I run for the rendezvous point - every hour in the gym now paying off as I sprint for my life.
 
I made it. Woozie was there with the money and the muscle. The cops were outgunned, outmanoeuvred and outclassed. A hundred gs in my hand, sweet as you like. Pay day.
 
I get the feeling I ain't gonna be too welcome in this town no more.
 
Time to head back to Los Santos.
 
Time to go home ...