Steve: Got them and they may need an ambulance on the double. I ram them off the road hard. Copy big Mama?

Trisha: Yes I copy. Good work everyone.

Sweet: Don't mention it.

*looking through desk*

Trisha: I got something here. Its Wyatt's phone number written down in a phone book.

Steve: ARe you serious?!

Sweet: She better be.

Trisha: I know it is or who else would write down Wyatt's full name with a phone number written directly under his name. Let me give it a try *calling phone*.

Wyatt: Oh hey, How did the deal go?

Trisha: *hangs up* Got him. I traced his signal so lets bust his @ss!!! Hot Leopard come pick us up!!!

Steve: I am on the way big mama.

Swat2: whos hot leopard?....

*Trisha walks out of the building with Swat2*

Trisha: Just some New guy.

-Hours later-

*Driving in a vehicle*

Sweet: Trisha... maybe you should re-consider and take a break. I am tired and going on like this for almost two days is exhausting.

Sweet: Steve homie, should we take a break?!

Steve: Huh.... oh... what? Sorry, I was sleeping. *yawn*

Trisha: I am sorry but I haven't slept for three days yet. I I cannot just find a hotel and sleep because I have a hit on me just for arresting this @ss****!!! I refuse to get killed by some scrub who deals and steals.

*Trisha stops the vehicle*

Trisha: He should be around here. The signal is right down this street. *Gets out* F***... he ditched his phone... He knew we were after him and he deleted all of his contacts.

Steve: Why don't we just go to his phone company and get the recordings from all his recent calls that he made??

Sweet: You can actually do that?

Trisha: *looks on the phone and gets his company name* Alright, yea, this should work.

*Drives to the company*

*Trisha and everyone walks in*

Trisha: I am from the LS police department and I need all the recordings from this cell.

Man: Alright. Can I get the number?

Trisha: *Tells cell number*

Man: Oh... um this cell phone doesn't even exist.

Trisha: How does a simple phone not exist in your company?!

Man: Its hasn't been activated in other words. He must of got it working illegally. I am sorry, I wish I can be in more use.

Trisha: Is it even possible to trace down all the locations for each phone call this cell made unactivated?

Man: No, sorry.

Trisha: its okay....

*walks out*

Sweet: How does he do that?!

Trisha: Got no f****** clue.. We're back to the f****** start... We need to head back to the hospital.

*Drive back to Los Santos*

*Trisha walks into the hospital*

*Cops crowding the hall way*

Trisha: Whats going on?

Cop: Theres been a murder, you need to stand back.

Trisha: Who? I am from the LS Police Department, move out of my way.

Cop: Oh... sorry...

*Trish walks and looks in the room*

Trisha: What..... WHAT?!!?! DEATH BY CHAINSAW!!! WHO THE F*** DIDN'T HEAR A FREAKING SAW GOING OFF IN THE GOD DANG HOSPITAL!!! NO NO!!! HOW DID IT EVEN GET THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR?!?!

Cop: Trish, please calm down

TRISHA: F*** off, You have no idea what is going on...

*Walks out*

Sweet: So anything?!

Trisha: He is dead.... F****** DEAD!!!

Steve: Wow... in a hospital... thats creepy if you think about it.

Sweet: Trisha look, you're stressed, tired, hungry and very ticked off. Look, you can come crash at my place. We have groves all over in the streets so if anything happens, we will be notified before anything so there wont be any home invasions happening tonight.

Trisha: You're right.... I need a break from this bulls***.... Come on lets go....

*Drives down to Sweets house*

*Trisha sleeping on the couch*

*Hours later*

*Gun fire goes off as Trisha wakes up*

*Sweet runs with his gun outside*

*Trisha comes out and notices Sweet taken cover behind a vehicle with Steve, getting shot at while Trisha joins them in cover*

Trisha: IS IT WHO I THINK IT IS?!

Sweet: IT PROBABLY IS!!! COME ON GROVES!!! PUT SOME FIRE POWER DOWN ON THEIR BITCH @SSES!!!

Steve: HOLY S***!!! I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS!!! OH F***!!! I AM NOT MOVING!!!

Trisha: TAKE OUT YOUR GUN STEVE!!! FIGHT BACK!!! I ALREADY CALLED IN FOR BACK UP!!!