Grand: Theft Auto V

Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward the hills. "Where to, M?"

"The FIB raid is tomorrow. Solomon needs the film reel back. You owe him." Grand Theft Auto V

A moment later, a bright yellow Banshee 900R screamed around the corner and slid to a halt, inches from the boardwalk railing. Behind the wheel, Franklin Clinton leaned out, grinning. Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward

The target: the IAA building, downtown. The plan: steal a Marmont helicopter from the roof, extract the reel from a locked evidence vault on floor 47, and escape through the sewers. The real plan, Trevor's plan, was to set off the fireworks early. Franklin flew low

His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.