The song is Sellin' Dope by Freddie Gibs! Heist time!

(Hopes POV)

     It was almost one in the afternoon now, the guys should be back any minute now. I already had my bandana on and ready to go. Moo helped me layout weapons as well as body armor in the heist room while I waited.

    There was a pounding at the entrance Moo and I looked at each other as we poked our heads out from the room. Nogla went to the front door and opened it as Ron was frantically looking around the place when he spots us. Evan, Delirious, Brian, and Craig were right behind him, all just as confused. Ron runs in the heist room and starts pacing back and forth.

     "This is bad this is very very bad. I shouldn't be here right now, I should be with Trevor, or somewhere else." He looks at the guys coming into the room.

     "Someone told the Vagos, and the Ballas, the frat boys, THE LOST! THE O'NEIL'S! TOLD ALL OF THEM WHERE THEIR STUFF IS!" He was bouncing around the room now.

     "If you guys want to get your money, you need to get over to the warehouse as quickly as you can!" Ron starts to go to the door before turning back and looking at all of us, "don't let them kill him." He was out the door as fast as he came in. I felt my heartbeat quicken.

     "We need to get out there now!" I was already putting body armor on over my black sleeveless hoodie. Brian ran up next to me, doing the same.

     "We won't let him die alright? We're going to fucking finish the heist and get our money." Brian says, helping me strap the body armor on.

     "Basically, Lui, get the two bikes out and have them ready in five minutes," Evan says as he goes to the table, his owl mask still on. I hear the two run out of the room.

     Evan was reloading his Assult Shotgun up with ammo as well as grabbing a ton more ammo. Craig and Brian to the same as I look at all the guns laid out on the table and pick up the black Sweeper Shotgun loading it with bullets and grabbing rounds like it's the end of the world. Evan grabs some grenades and hands them to Moo.

     "Tell Marcel to reload the grenade launchers if they aren't already loaded." I turn back as Moo was already out the door. I grab my AP pistol as well as a couple extra rounds for it and put it in the waist of my black skinny jeans.

     "Here, you're going to want this, I don't know how bad it's going to get but a shotgun can only shoot so far. Remember how I taught you to shoot one of these?" Brian asks me, holding out a Carbine Rifle. I nod my head and grab the ammo for it. Strapping it around my back by the strap. I look as Evan gives me a nod.

     "He won't die under our watch, alright?" Evan says. I nod my head and calm myself down. Craig fixes his glasses and looks at Brian who shoves two grenades into his black jacket. He hands me one.

     "Only for emergencies, do you understand?" I nod my head and put it underneath the body armor and in my hoodie pocket. I grab one of the earpieces and put it in my ear, the other 3 already have theirs in from the setup. Evan lifts up his masks and looks at us.

     "Let's get our fucking money." He says, bringing down his masks and nodding at us.

     I made sure my bandana covered half of my face before getting at the back of Craig's bike. He looks back at me surprised to see me and not Evan or Brian.

     "I really hope you know how to drive this cause I sure as hell don't and I really don't wanna die." He flips a switch on the handlebar and kicks his foot on a metal part, kickstarting the bike up.

     "Getting you killed is the last thing I would let happen." He turns the handle of the bike and presses on the gas with his thumb, already out of the dirt and on the road. I get closer to him and look back at Brian and Evan who are looking back at me.

     We get to the Wearhouse that's underneath the freeway. Craig turns off the bike and both of us get off, drawing our guns out. Trevor looks at the two of us then at the hill where Brian and Evan are.

     "We need two up here with me and the other two at the back to make sure no one comes from back there." Craig gives me a smile before reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze as he runs to the back of the warehouse. 

     Evan and Brian run up to me, Evan tosses one of the grenade launches to Brian and takes cover behind a couple of barrels. Brian gives me one last look and runs to the back also. I duck behind some boxes as Trevor moves more outside and ducks behind the boxes out there. I look over at Evan as he's already holding out the grenade launcher, ready to use it whenever.I take the Carbine Rifle off of my back and take the safety off and position myself, getting ready as well.

     "Here's your chance to see me in action now!" I yell over to Evan, as vans, cars, and motorcycles come down the hill. 

     Evan stands up and shoots the grenade launcher at the two vans, making them both explode almost immediately. I shoot at the guys on the bikes and they go down instantly.

     "WOO! I knew you guys were a good crew!" Trevor says over the earpiece. I continue to shoot at the upcoming guys and cars as Evan explodes the vehicles.

     "How's it going back there you two?" I say in the earpiece. I shoot at a guy starting to run towards us.

     "These fuckers just keep coming!" Brian yells, gunshots ending the conversation.

     Evan throws the grenade launcher to his side and gets the Assult Rifle off his back, shooting at more of the guys. I duck down and reload my gun again, getting back up quickly and continue to shoot at the guys on the motorcycles. This went on for a couple of minutes till Trevor yelled at us.

     "IT'S STARTING TO THIN OUT, NOW'S OUR CHANCE TO GET THE VANS BACK OUT TO MY PLACE!" Trevor yells to us and over the earpiece. I look back and run towards the truck and hop in the back of it, already placing myself on the machine gun. The three guys run over and look at me.

     "I swear to fucking god Hope." Evan curses some more as he gets into the truck. Craig and Brian run to the two vans. Evan opens up the back window and looks at me.

     "If you die, I'm bringing you back to life and killing you again, you understand?" He says as he closes it and starts up the truck. I start to laugh underneath my bandana.

     Whoever was in the van in the front started to go. Evan started up the truck and followed behind him. I look back at the other van and see Brian giving me a thumbs up, as he's laughing to himself.

     We get on the highway and pass the casino. Over the Los Santos traffic, I hear helicopters in the sky. Trevor yelling in his mic telling me to get rid of them. I turn and point the machine gun toward the sky at one of the helicopters and start shooting at it. 

     I start laughing, this has got to be the funniest thing ever! The helicopter starts to smoke as it starts spinning toward the ground, exploding on impact on the freeway. I point at the next helicopter and do the same thing.

     "I NEED ONE OF THESE! THIS IS SO FUCKING FUN!" I yell in my mic. 

     The helicopter starts going down and explodes in the dirt and grass hill next to the freeway. I felt a bullet graze my shoulder from behind me. I hiss in pain and look back where it came from. A guy on a motorcycle points his gun at me and about fires again till I fired the machine gun at him.

     "Did you get hit? A bullet flew through the windshield." Evan says in my ear, to who I'm assuming is me.

     "It grazed me, I'm fine though." I respond back. Great, now I'm going to get yelled at later for that.

     I continue to shoot at whoever was shooting at either Evan and I or at the vans, completely ignoring the pain. I blow up a couple cars with the machine gun but mostly just killing whoever is inside the cars. Evan dodges through the cars that aren't attacking us as well as avoiding any of the cars that I blew up.

     "You're not making this easy to drive for me." Evan yells out the window to me. I look around us as we're already passing the prison.

     "WE'RE ALMOST THERE! HANG ON!" Trevor yells in the mic. Another bullet hits me again, this time leaving a deeper groove on my arm. I shoot at the culprit and keep calm. I grab at my arm as blood covers my arm and hand. I take a deep breath and shoot at the cars, vans, and motorcycles more.

     The two black vans holding the drugs turn and get off the highway. Evan follows behind them. Trevor starts laughing.

     "HAHA ASSHOLES! WE BEAT THEM! Take the product to the house up here, just over the bridge." The mic cuts out and I sigh of relief as I see the house in the distance. I lay my head down on the machine gun and start to cry, both out of pain and in happiness. My first every heist completed.

     We pull into the house and park the vans and trucks next to each other. I hop out from the back of the truck and wipe the sweat away from my forehead. Trevor looks at all of us as we follow him towards his house.

     "We are on our way people, we are on our way. Thank you, thank you guys." He walks over to the porch and grabs a black trash bag out from underneath, "just as I had promised ya!" He holds up the bag and walks over to us, tossing it to Evan.

     "Nice work today, nice work. Now get out of here before the buyer gets here. There's a car over there that you can take." He tells us. 

     I cover my arm with my hand as the guys look at each other as well as me, smiling. Brian was the first one to see my arm or the blood. He walks over to me and moves my hand from my arm, seeing the blood run down from my shoulder and my bicep. I yank my arm away from him as I go to the car.

     "I'm fine really, I just need it cleaned up," I say looking back at the three guys, "If I wasn't okay, I would be crying right now in pain. Ha, ha see fine." It was hurting like a bitch. 

     I get in the back seat of the car and continue holding my arm. The other back door opens and Craig gets in, handing me a blue shirt. Evan and Brian get in the front, both of them looking back at me. I take the shirt and hold it over the wounds.

     "I guess I still need some practice huh?" I say trying to lighten the mood. Brian shakes his head at me and sighs.

     "We're just going to have to wrap you up in bubble wrap aren't we?" He says giving me a smile. I start to laugh and flip him off. As we leave the house Evan takes off his masks and pulls out his phone, already putting it to his ear.

     "Hey heist is done and we're on our way back to the clubhouse now. Layout some medical supplies for me and tell everyone else to go home and get ready. With how much money we got, everyone gets 50,500 each, so instead of the nightclub we're going to the casino, make sure you all dress nice, unlike last time." Evan says. I lean up to the front of the car and nudge him.

     "I can still move my arm. It isn't blown off, I AM going to live." I tell him. I sit back in my seat and look out the window, a smile on my face.