Finding Myself in You-Sequel to "Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 9

"Alright so it looks like we're going to Vespucci Beach first."
I sighed, deleting the message.
"This is crazy. How did this guy expect us to murder multiple people in multiple scenarios this quick?"
Tommy asked, scratching the back of his head.
"It's not like we really have a choice. However, with Lester putting this plan together I feel as if it's fool proof. He wouldn't have passed it to me if there was controversy."
"Yeah that's what I thought about Lance too. You never know where your loyalties truly lie until the end, Bryn. Remember that."
His words made me feel..some type of way. For one he was doubting my Uncle's hard work when he was the one who came looking for odd jobs. I also feel as if he's alluding to something, perhaps maybe Trevor or Paige, or even me. Maybe he thinks we're going to use his services and run after the island gig when that's definitely not the case. He doesn't seem to have his guard up, but I can't help but to question the passive aggressiveness.
"I think that's the dude right there. Behind the umbrella. Flexing like he has something."
I stated, pulling around the corner.
"I think you're right. Alright, let me see here."
Tommy focused the scope on his gun, squeezing the trigger. The man hit the ground with a thud as Tommy jumped back in the vehicle.
"We better get out of here. This place is about to be hot."
"Nah shit, and we have more to go."
I drifted around a few corners, glancing back to make sure LSPD wasn't on our tail. I sighed, checking my phone for another location.
"Head north. Pacific Bluffs. Guy on a yacht."
I read, erasing the text message.
"Wow. Very specific target. You sure your Unlce didn't have a personal vendetta or some shit against them? Maybe because they could actually walk or some shit?"
"Shut the fuck up, Tommy. And how did you know Lester was a cripple?"
I asked uneasily, and blatantly offended. Tommy chuckles, shooting me a genuine smile.
"My dear Brynleigh, you thought your Uncle was just stalking me from afar and his little hacker girlfriend dug up my files? No, sweetie. Me and Lester go way back."
"Oh really?"
I began to become uneasy, but decided to push the thought away for the moment.
"Yeah, we never really worked together one on one but he was the brains of a lot of my work after Lance. Some odd jobs here and there, ya know?"
"Yeah, okay. I guess it was never brought up."
I shrugged. Lester was involved with many people. The story still sounds off but Lester did have his information so it's possible they were acquaintances.
I pulled up to the shoreline, climbing a nearby bank to get a vantage point. Sure enough, the man was on his yacht. I focused the scope in and popped him down, jumping down the bank and back into the car.
"Easy enough."
I smiled as Tommy read the next victim.
"Rockford Hills. A window cleaner."
"A window cleaner?"
I looked at Tommy confused, who just shrugged as he reread the text.
"Sure is. A window cleaner. We'll have to be quick about this one since he has a pulley."
"Word. I'll let you handle this one."
"I'd be honored."
Tommy laughed, getting his gun ready.
I creeped around to an abandoned building, where Tommy climbed to get a better view. After a few seconds I heard a faint 'pop' followed by a body dangling from the side of the building. Tommy hopped in the car.
"Was that it? This is child's play."
"Not quite, there's one more."
I answered as my phone went off.
I quickly read the text.
"Above Vinewood Hills. Guy is on a Vespa."
"Ah, like I said, child's play. Just run him over."
"Why? Isn't it more reasonable to shoot him?"
"A drive by doesn't look like an accident, Bryn. You know all those rich people will be looking out the window in that neighborhood, waiting for something as simple as someone else's dog to piss on their fire hydrant. Cmon, just run his ass over!"
Tommy heavily insisted.
"Fine!"
I growled, approaching the target, who was just starting his bike. I gassed the car and headed straight for him, a look of confusion and fear crossing his face. He attempted to turn but I still was able to send him flying from his bike.
"Get fucked, you piece of shit."
Tommy bellowed, crushing the guys windpipe with his foot.
The guy groaned out as he slowly bled to death.
"No need to waste ammo. He's gone. Call the girl."
Tommy demanded.
"Damn, you're pushy."
I rolled my eyes.
He sighed.
"There's no time to waste, Bryn. Here we are doing these stupid killings for your dead Uncle when we could be conquering the island of Cayo Perico right now!"
"I've about fucking had it with your comments about Lester! I thought y'all went 'wayyy back' I guess not. Listen here buddy, you can be in or out, I don't give a flying fuck frankly, but Cayo Perico is not to be rushed! It's a fucking death mission and I have a fucking family."
"To each is own, I guess. Whatever you say, captain."
Tommy crossed his arms. I could tell he wasn't happy, but refrained from pissing me off even more, which would've resulted in a plus one assassinated. What the fuck was this guy's problem? Do all people from Vice act this way?
I pulled up at the hotel, motioning for Tommy to get out.
"Ill let you know our next move. For now, lay low."
"Will do. See ya later I guess."
I sped off as Tommy approached his hotel room. I quickly called Trevor.
"Hey babe, you alright?"
He asked.
"Trevor, I don't fucking like this guy. He's sketch."
I sighed.
"What the fuck did he do to you?! I'll fucking chop his dick off and put it so far down his throat he shits it and his fucking voice box out!"
Trevor growled, his overprotective nature lightening my mood a bit for once.
"Nothing like that. He just..he says he knows Lester. And if he did then Lester would've said something, right? He's also in a big hurry to do this job for some reason."
"Hell if I know. Lester could be weird sometimes. And you mean Cayo Perico? Probably just so the rich fuck can take over the island. That's all he's after, Bryn. Sure, we get his help in exchange for giving in to his greediness. But damn, man...fuck!"
"We don't have a choice, T. Mikey is out for the count unless Amanda mysteriously disappears or some shit."
"I mean, I can make that happen."
I heard Trevor's smirk on the other line.
"I don't want you in ten fucking feet of her, better yet two!"
I snapped.
"Chill, love bug. It's not like that. I just meant we could put her away for a while, like Wade that one time."
"That won't be necessary, as long as Mr. Love Fist over here doesn't back out. I'll see you in a bit."
"Hey! I like Love Fist! I knocked one of ole dudes golden teeth out for those creeps Nigel-"
I ended the call, chuckling at his offended retort to my comment.
I made my way down the dusty trails of Sandy Shores, excited to see what Trevor had in store for me.

(A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been so inactive. I've had a lot of family stuff/over time work lately. I also had Covid a few weeks ago and I've just been playing catch up since then. Hell,  I'm currently posting this on a plane to Washington State. 😂 Thank you guys for the patience. I love you all ❤️)