Call Franklin

Michael paces around, irritating, before letting out a sigh. You head out into the drive, and get into Amanda's Sentinel.

With no other options seeming more pressing, you have Michael take out his phone and invite Franklin to hang out. The younger criminal agrees, asking to be picked up in the city.

You cruise through the dense urban environment, following the waypoint you soon meet up with Franklin, still wearing the same clothes he was when you'd last played as him.

"Eyy, Michael." Franklin gives his would-be mentor a nod, before climbing into the convertible with him. "So how you doin?"

"Somewhere between shitty and suicidal, kid." Michael answers honestly.

"Fuck, that good, huh?" Franklin snorts. "I thought you'd be living it up, big house, plenty of money..."

"Yeah, well that's all fine and good, 'cept I'm married to a fuckin' harpy." Michael said, as you glide into the city centre.

"Shiit, more married bliss, huh? Who she fucking now? The bowling instructor, the pastry chef?" Franklin jokes.

"Ha ha, kid. It's not like that, it's just... People get older. They get stupid, they get bitchy, they forget how much certain people have done for them. Let's just hope you're lucky enough to find out for yourself."

"Don't I hope so." Franklin scoffs.

As you drive, you're presented with a range of dialogue options, from the pertinent and story related, to more random and humour options. You're also given the choice to discuss recent progress in side missions with each character. You pick one of those, having Michael tell Franklin about Sgt. Vasquez.

"I, uh, did meet someone the other day." Michael admits. "We had, well more than a little fun together. Only she's a cop."

"The fuck, dawg?" Franklin says, giving Michael a serious side eye. "What part of your training program covers gettin' nasty with a pig? 'Cause I'mma skip that day."

"It's not like that. She's different." Michael assures his partner in crime. "I'm helping her take out some dealers she can't touch legally. In return, she's... turning a blind eye to their stashes going missing."

"Plus you getting that Five-0 pussy, huh?" Franklin says. You decide to stop off at the nearest dive bar, having the two men spend some time relaxing, drinking beer and throwing darts.

As they do, they talk joke, and share information, with you still able to select dialogue options as Michael.

"You know, now that you mention it, I met a bi- a woman recently." Franklin is reminded. "She may be able to help us out."

"So what ghetto street corner you pick this one up on Frank?" Michael says disparagingly. "'Cause there's a lot of women in this town who can "help" a guy out."

"It ain't like that, Michael." Franklin protests. "Besides, I met her when she was dancing at the Unicorn!"

Taking out his phone, Frank shows Michael a pic Esther, the stripper/gunwoman had sent him. She's wearing only a bra, and working her free hand between her legs, a seductive expression on Gal Gadot's perfect face.

"Okay, she's not bad." Michael concedes. "Of course, I don't see how she's good for anything but helping you burn through your Jewelry Store nut."

"That's the thing, dawg. After I fucked her, I found out she used to be in the game. Used to work as a shooter in jobs just like we do." Franklin explains.

"The fuck, really? I've been running the wrong crews."

"Yeah, she's hardcore, used to be on this... Israeli army shit or some shit." Franklin continues.

"No shit. Hell, if you vouch for her, I'm willing to give her a shot, kid." Michael accepts. "Send her details to Lest, we'll see about throwing some work her way. Can always use a woman looks like her."

"Cool." Franklin says, clinking beers with Michael before leaning back in his chair. As the session ends, you see a meter tracking Michael and Franklin's progression as friends and allies pop up, advancing a hair because of the time they spent together.

The meter is divided into several sections, from "Stranger" to "Family". Given the two men have done a number of missions, and one heist together, it's already a little bit along, in the second of ten or so sections.

Just as Mike and Frank are leaving, there's a crash from a nearby table, as someone totters up to them. A woman, short but curvy.

"I heard one of you lovely boys could use a woman?" She says, tipsily ringing out a little high-pitched laugh.

"Sorry miss, we were having a private conversation-" Franklin begins, before taking in the woman before them.

She's a little blonde number, her likeness based off Sophie Dee, one of your favourite porn stars. When she speaks, it's even with Dee's signature Welsh accent, blending occassionally into an affect Los Santan drawl.

"Listen boys, after the week I've had, I'm not interested in playing around. One of you wanna take me back to my place and make me squirt?" she propositions them.

"Tempting as the offer is, miss, we don't even know your name." Michael says.

"It's Cerys. Cerys Jones." the Welsh girl says perkily. She draws close to Michael, fondling his already hardening cock thru his suit pants.

"We kind of doing something, Kerry. We, uh-"

She rolls her eyes.

"It's Cerys. Keh-Riss." she says, before turning back to Michael, clearly the more receptive of the two to her forward advances.

"What do you say, daddy? Pay your rent boy off, I'll take you to mine, remind you just how good a fanny can feel?"

"Whoa, watch your mouth girl, I ain't no one's rent boy. Least of all this old motherfucker here."

"Oh?" Cerys says, regarding the younger man with more interest now. Her other hand finds Franklin's junk. She stands there, biting her lip, staring at them with her entrancing electric blue eyes, massaging them both to hardness.

"Fancy showing me, lover?"

"Okay, fuck it, you're on." Franklin gives in. "Shiit, Michael, tell me this isn't the dumbest mistake we ever makin'."

With that, you're given a choice to join in, or leave Franklin and Cerys to it.