It's been two years. I got a job at an office and I test the technology and check the wires of the stupid-ass products that my immature boss comes up with. It's insanely boring but it pays really well. I started going to the gym too. I would lift and practice combat there because it kind of reminds me of working out with my boys.

Speaking of which, I still talk to them. I didn't cut them out of my life; They're my boys, I couldn't. However, we don't talk as much as I want to. Maybe once or twice a month because of the drive from Los Santos to Las Vegas is quite long and they don't use phones anymore due to the fear of getting caught by the cops.

Actually, I haven't talked to them in months now that I think about it. What if something happened to them? Did they get caught again? Are they hurt? Are they even still alive?

I took a deep breath and shook my head. I was just thinking the worst; they're most likely fine. I pulled into my driveway and exited my car.

It was a nice day out. The sun was taking its place on the horizon and the used to be white clouds were a lovely pink with an orange and purple sky to show it off even more.

I slung my work bag over my shoulder and walked to my door, unlocking it. I pushing it open and drug myself inside. I turned on the lights and threw my bag in the chair while I did the same with myself on the couch.

I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. The only thing I could think about was my boys being in danger. I sat up and dug my phone out of my pocket. I went to the app I made when I created BRIAN. Its so I can call him whenever I need to and it calls inside his head so when he answers it, no one else can hear him. I entered the password and when it showed his contact, I pressed the call button and put it to my ear.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Ri-"N/n."

I stopped breathing. That wasn't BRIAN and that wasn't anyone's voice that I recognized.

The voice laughed like it just won the lottery. It was a man with a deep and smooth voice. An American accent and he didn't sound old.

I didn't say anything, but I guess that was a sign for him to continue.

He giggled, "I've been waiting for you to call." And with that, he hung up.

I couldn't move. Images of Tyler, Craig, Marcel, and BRIAN hurt or even worst was the only thing that I could think of.

But then I thought about his voice again. He didn't sound familiar nor did sound new. I've probably passed him or something. Then I thought of what he said. 'I've been waiting for you to call.'

I widened my eyes and threw my phone at the wall and watched it shatter. I ran to my room and packed all the things I needed to leave. That motherfucker is tracking me.

I packed all the newest things I've been working on; things for all of us. They were all small things like pens, glasses, and gum even. They all fit into my backpack along with my knives, guns, and money while my clothes all fitted into my duffle bag. I wrapped the backpack around me and carried the duffle bag by my side. I looked around, checking if I need anything else.

My eyes stopped on a picture Marcel took. He was holding the camera, Craig and BRIAN were posing like the nerds they are, and Tyler, who was in the background, just happened to look up at the perfect moment. The best thing about the picture was that they were all literally in nothing but boxers. I smiled and relaxed a bit. Every time I look at that picture, I feel better.

I walked to it and opened my duffle bag. I hid it in between a bunch of my clothes so it wouldn't be damaged. I zipped up the bag and prayed that that wasn't the last time I was ever going to see my boys again.

I turned off all the lights, locked all the doors and walked out my house to my car. I put my bags in the back and climbed into the front. I started the car and drove away from my house for probably the last time.

~

I looked at the large, green sign to my right: "Welcome to California."

I turned my eyes back to the road and mumbled, "More like welcome back."

I checked my speed and saw that I was almost out of gas. I sighed and cursed myself as I started looking for a gas station. I saw a sign that said there was a few at the next exit so I eventually found one.

I parked my car in one of the sections and walked into the tiny store. I waited in a line that consist of three people, not including myself. I started to look around the place as I slowly moved up to the counter. I was looking at the cameras, the items that were up for sale, and the small places needed to be cleaned. I looked and the camera at the far end of the room and saw a tv next to it. As if on cue, and worker walked over to it and turned it on. The local news glowed on the old, tiny television.

I couldn't hear what the guy was saying, but at the bottom of the screen, in big, bold letters, it said:

HEROES OF LOS SANTOS STILL MISSING AFTER FIVE MONTHS

"Missing?" I whispered to myself.

"Yeah," the guy behind the counter said, making me tear my attention away from the screen to him, "those boys have done the city nothing but good and people decide to kidnap 'em."

He was an older male, probably around the age of his early fifties, late forties. He had a light country accent and drained blue eyes to match. He had dark hair with gray and white strands perfectly mixed with it. His had large glasses that nearly covered the whole top half of his pale face.

"Kidnapped?" I questioned.

He nodded and paused, "New here?"

I shrugged, "Just got back from a long vacation."

He nodded, "Well, the heroes were in the middle of stopin' a heist and some other gentlemen swooped in and grabbed 'em like a crane machine."

I raised an eyebrow, "And this happened five months ago? Do the police have any witnesses?"

He shrugged and said, "As far as we know, their own mothers could've took them."

I sighed and looked at the screen again. I still couldn't hear it, but it showed footage of them being taken. It was an old and cheap camera so the quality was terrible, but anyone with the slightest of vision could see the helicopter land on the building, a few men walked out, gassed the heroes out and left with their bodies.

"Well," I man said, making me look at him once more, "everyone has been thinking it's those villains."

My heart stopped but I tried not to show that I took that personally, "Wait, you mean like the group that used to have that girl in it?"

He nodded, "As soon as those heroes were gone, so were they."

Noted.

I nodded and handed him the twenty I brought with me and said, "Guess I need to catch up on some things. Twenty on five, please."

~

I parked behind the boys' new house. I used BRIAN's tracking device to go back to where he was six months ago. I got out of my car after parking it in a somewhat hidden place. I walked to the door and opened it.

It wasn't locked, I literally just opened the door the see almost everything fine. Nothing was knocked over, lights were off, and there was no noise. It was too quite though, Tyler snores like a pig when he's sleeping and if they were away, they'd know better than to leave the doors unlocked.

After my eyes fully adjusted, I looked around for trip wires or cameras but didn't see anything.

I turned on the lights and walked around the house, getting a better look at everything. They didn't have that many pictures, but there was one of Tyler and I, kissing. I wanted to be serious about this but I can't help to laugh at it because BRIAN took it on accident. Next to it was a picture of Marcel and Simone, being all cute.

I widened my eyes. I didn't even think of Simone! I looked at the fridge and saw that he still kept her number on it. I reached in my pocket to pull out my phone, but remembered that I chucked it against a wall.

I groaned and searched for her address. I soon found it, not too far from his favorite magnet. I repeated the address in my head a lot then ran out the my car, turning off the eyes on my way.

I got the my car and sped to her house. I jumped out of the car and ran to her door, frantically knocking. I stopped for a second and turned around. It was so late, she was probably asl-

I turned the moment I heard the door open. Simone was rubbing her eyes and she groaned in a raspy, but adorable tone. Her brown hair was everywhere and he pjs were a mess but she looked cute, as always.

She stopped and said, "It's 1:30 in the mor-" her eye widened when she realized it was me, "Y/n?"

I smiled and nodded. Simone is probably one of my best friends-besides Marcel and Craig-because she's so sweet and kind. I could go on and on how perfect she is.

She smiled really big and bare hugged me. I did the same to her and we walked into her house like that. She turned on the light and pulled away.

"I'm so glad you're here!" She exclaimed.

I laughed, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." She said and we hugged again.

I pulled away this time, "Simone, as happy as I am to see you, I need to know where the boys are, because someone's looking for me."

Her eyes widened, "I thought they were with you."

I raised an eyebrow, "What? Why?"

She shrugged, "I couldn't get ahold of any of them for months and the news said they were missing but I thought they were just staying with you a little longer than they usually do."

"What do you mean by get ahold of?" I asked.

"I would drive by and if I didn't see the lights on, then I'd keep driving."

I grabbed my hair and said, "They're missing."

"How can you be sure?" She asked.

"I went by the house because I tracked BRIAN to six months ago and the doors were unlocked." I explained, "I didn't check the bedrooms, but if I knew any better, they were probably taken in their sleep."

Simone was silent for a long time and she sat down. She started to tear up and said, "The last time I saw Marcel, we fought over a fucking makeup pallet."

She rested her head on he fist that was being supported by and table. She sobbed, "If I would've known that was the last time I might ever get to see him again..."

I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her. I sighed and said, "I'm going to find them." A hot tear rolled down my face as I thought about finding them...not alive.

We sat embracing each other until there was no more tears. Simone sighed and said, "Lets get some rest, you're not going to go look for them right this second, you look exhausted."

I nodded and went to the car and grabbed my clothes bag. I changed when I got inside and I told her to go sleep in her bed, I'll sleep on the couch. She nodded, hugged me again and we went to our sleeping places.

It took a while but because of all the events that happened today, I was out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.

I woke up to silence and rolled off the couch. I dragged myself to the kitchen. I saw Simone eating cereal and I said, "Morning."

She looked at me, got up and got a bowl and said, "I didn't have anything else for breakfast so I hope you like Lucky Charms."

I laughed a bit and fixed me a bowl. I sat next to her and started to eat. I sighed and looked at her.

"I fucking hate not knowing what the hell is going on." I growled.

She chuckled, "Same."

I laughed. It's nearly impossible to be mad around Simone.

We finished our meal and I got dressed into normal clothes. I said goodbye to Simone and said, "If this is the last time I ever see you, I want you to know that I've always seen you as my best friend and I love you."

She smiled and teared up again, "You're my best friend too and I love you too."

We hugged and I hesitantly pulled away. I didn't want to leave, but I wanted to find my boys. And I knew I couldn't do it here.

I sighed and got in my car. I pulled out of her driveway and drove down the road, aimlessly looking for somewhere to start looking.

I got down a busy road and saw the store the heroes were kidnapped at. It had police tape and flowers around it from people who thought the men died.

For some reason, I feel like if I find the heroes, I'll find the villains.

I went to the library and I walked. I was surprised by all the talking and noise in it.

"God, this is a loud library." I mumbled and went to the computers.

I got on and looked up the heroes. The first thing that popped up was articles on their disappearances. I squinted my eyes and opened two new tabs. One for Fong's Houses for Rent and another for the updated missing person list.

"Evan Fong?" I questioned as I looked through the list, finally finding his name. I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I started hacking into his personal phone and found out that the last place it was at was near a warehouse on the west side of the city.

I stopped and deleted everything I did and walked out the library like nothing happened. I'm going to find the son of a bitch that took my boys and he's gonna pay.