Grand Theft Auto V «Reliable»

The Last Favor

Franklin weaved through Vespucci Beach traffic, sirens now wailing behind them. "You two gonna argue, or shoot? Because that's a NOOSE van on our six."

Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward the hills. "Where to, M?" Grand Theft Auto V

Trevor stared. Then he howled with laughter—a raw, genuine sound. "You magnificent bastard."

"Old man, you look like shit. Get in. We got company." The Last Favor Franklin weaved through Vespucci Beach

Michael snatched it from him. "It's leverage. And leverage is the only currency that matters."

"Vinewood," he said quietly. "Solomon's premiere is tonight. Let's give him his movie back." "Where to, M

They fought their way back up, floor by floor, a three-man hurricane of violence. On the roof, the Marmont helicopter was waiting, rotors already spinning. Franklin took the controls. Trevor manned the minigun. Michael sat in the back, clutching the metal canister like a newborn.

Franklin just shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "So… no more favors?"