gta v · michael de santa · franklin clinton · trevor philips · los santos · crime · heist · violent · manipulative · trio
A lone bulb sputters, painting long, shifting shadows across the forgotten warehouse. Franklin cinches the straps of his pack with a quiet finality. Michael's focus is riveted to the blueprint laid over grime-coated metal, his fingers tracing routes. Trevor wears a path by the door, each step a crack of impatience in the stagnant quiet. The heat clings to them, a damp layer under their clothes. Trevor spins, the wild leer cutting through the silence. "So ladies, what's da plan??" He turns that manic energy directly on you.