*Trisha, Sweet and Steve rushes into the police station*

Cop: Holy s*** we thought you were dead! Its almost been an entire week. Also what are they doing out of their cells?!

Trisha: Never mind them! We were taken hostage onto a plane, unsure how long I've been out for... Wyatt and his men were last located in The Panopticon! You need to get units over there asap before its too late! Wyatt, he has more weapons, men, drugs, everything then we expected! We need to do something right now or else he will try to take over San Andreas!

Cop: Wow wow wow slow down!

Cop2: What can of crap are you going on about?!

Swat: Holy f*** your back!

Trisha: How clear do I have to be?! Wyatt, is, going, to, try, taken, this, entire, island, over!

Cop2: Holy s*** are you okay?! It looks like you may have cracked your skull, no seriously you have dry blood trailing down from your head. *Looks over his shoulder* CALL IN AN AMBULANCE!

Sweet: We f****** jumped out of a moving plane, found a boat, drove it over the beach and hijacked a poor lady's minivan just to tell you this s***! Yet you want to call her an Ambulance?! Look at that f****** minivan filled with bullet holes if you don't believe us because you wont be able to call an ambulance for an entire island once its too late!

Swat: I believe you but what if they aren't in The Panopticon anymore? We don't even know where to start if they relocated! All we could really do is tell the Military about the invasion and let them deal with it because there isn't anything else we could do Trish.

Cop: Even if you're right and had a lead, I don't think there will be enough of us then there are going to be of them if they plan to take over San Andreas. Only an assumption! I believe Los Santos needs us more then ever!

Cop2: An Ambulance is on the way!

Steve: I am the one beaten up here and I say F*** THAT AMBULANCE! We got more important things to do! *Walks out*

Cop: Hey, where do you think you're going?!

Sweet: To do your job @ss****! *Walks out with Steve*

*Cop2 grabs onto Sweet and Cop2 gets punched onto the ground*

Sweet: F*** off! I am not going to spend the last moments of my life in a f****** prison! *continues to walk out while other cops dont do anything*

Trisha: You're all unbelievable. The more of us, the merrier! Tell the Military! At least they will help us do something about it! *Walks out*

*All three sit in the blue, half destroyed Minivan*

Steve: What if they did relocate... then what?

Sweet: Without the support from the Police station, I don't think the three of us could really do anything unarmed.

Steve: Sweet has a point

Sweet: We need to stop by big smoke's house so he can strap us up with some real firepower. By then I hope we will have a plan!

Trisha: I already do! *pulls out an empty gym bag from the back seat* I grabbed it from the plane before we jumped! What ever was in it fell out but this is a San Fierro Martial Arts gym bag. Hopefully they will have some useful information how to find Wyatt.

Steve: I see where you're getting at here but it could also be one of his contacts... if they find out we're looking for Wyatt and he's going around making a truce with everyone, I highly doubt they will tell us anything without a fight.

Sweet: Thats when we pull out our guns!

Steve: If we can get it out on time without looking suspicious unless you want to go charging in there with guns waving it in the air!

Trisha: We don't want to scare them off either so we'll let the fighting do the talking if it comes to that alright? Lets go pick up your guns.

*Hours later, after repairing the vehicle, respraying it, collecting weapons from big smoke and now outside of San Fierro*

Trisha: Wyatts men are on the look out for a blue van so go nice and steady to the gym alright? Don't go crazy Steve...