Jax gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "We’ve got the plan. We’ve got the gear. We’re not leaving without that vault money."
Jax sat in the driver’s seat of his matte-black Kuruma, the turbocharged engine idling with a menacing hum. Next to him, Slim checked the action on his Heavy Shotgun. They were parked in a narrow alleyway behind the Pacific Standard Bank, the air thick with the smell of exhaust and salty Pacific breeze.
"Time's up!" K’s voice was frantic over the comms. "They've got a perimeter. You’re gonna have to fight your way out." GTA V ONLINE V1.57(2015)
Jax looked at the duffel bags in the backseat, then out at the rising sun painting the Los Santos skyline in hues of orange and gold. "In this town, Slim, you're either the hunter or the prey. Today, we're the ones with the gold."
"You sure about this?" Slim asked, his voice tight. "The cops in this town don't just ticket you anymore. They bring the Buzzards." Jax gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white
They slammed back onto the pavement in the industrial district, the suspension groaning but intact. Jax drove deep into the maze of shipping containers, finally killing the engine in the shadow of a rusted warehouse.
Jax and Slim burst through the front doors into a hail of gunfire. The Kuruma was waiting, its armored plating pockmarked but holding. They dove inside as bullets pinged off the glass like lethal hailstones. We’re not leaving without that vault money
While Slim kept the hostages floored, Jax planted the thermal charges. The hiss of melting steel was the only sound in the cavernous vault room. Then, the heavy door groaned open, revealing stacks of cash that seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. "Bag it! Fast!" Jax yelled.