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Chapter 3: The end?

Franklin grabbed his gun out of his back pocket with one hand remaining on the wheel and punched through what was left of the car window with his elbow, before sticking his arm out. He began shooting recklessly, never looking away from the road in front of him. Michael glanced at the car that was on his side, trying to look at the faces of the people who were following them. The tinted windows made it impossible to see.

Michael quickly fired some shots at the tinted window. Then he glanced at the road in front of them to see what Franklin was talking about. A big pick-up truck was blocking the road ahead, creating a deathly barrier between them. A few guys jumped out of the car holding shotguns, getting ready to start shooting as the distance between them got smaller and smaller. He knew he had to come up with a plan in the next five seconds.

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Chapter 2: "We've got company.."

The car continued to speed through the—what seemed to be endless—desert of Blaine County. Michael reached into his pocket to take out a half-empty pack of Redwood cigarettes, cupping his hand around the flame as he lit a cigarette with his other before opening the car window on his side to flick the match out. The heatwaves that rose off the road caused an unhealthy fume of burnt sand and melted asphalt to enter the car

Michael quickly shot up as the car took a sudden sharp turn, causing him to hit his head against the roof. “What the-” He cursed as he rubbed the top of his head. A little harder and he would’ve had a concussion.

"We've got some company," Franklin replied, his voice calm as he floored the gas pedal. "I'm almost out of gas, man."

Cars were coming at them from either side. One of the cars jammed into theirs from Franklin’s side, the sound of metal on metal making Michael’s ears ring. He could feel the heat rising from his spine as he grabbed his trusty handgun once again. How many more times was he going to have to do this today? 

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Chapter 1: Who the f*ck are these people?

“Franklin, get down!” Michael yelled as he grabbed a handgun out of the glove compartment of his car. Franklin did as he was told, his head almost touching his knees. He kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel, trying to keep the car on the road without looking. Shattered glass fell on his back as Michael shot the car window into pieces.

“Who the fuck are these people?”

Franklin was doing a pretty good job at keeping the car steady, allowing Michael to shoot the driver and his passenger with ease. He watched as the car slowly disappeared into the horizon before leaning back into his seat to answer the question. “I don’t know but I think we pissed them off.”

“Man,” Franklin sighed as he sat back up. “We never should’ve taken Lamar’s advice, dog. He ain’t even here and still managed to screw things up. Big empty farm full of cash my ass. Motherfuckers were all over the place!” 

“Yeah. Well, I think we lost them.”

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Redemption

Enjoy "Redemption" a five part mini series that follows an alternate turn of events at the end of Grand Theft Auto 5.