"T," Michael said flatly. "You're not supposed to be here."
He tapped out a reply: "Who's driving?"
Franklin weaved through Vespucci Beach traffic, sirens now wailing behind them. "You two gonna argue, or shoot? Because that's a NOOSE van on our six."
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.
Michael leaned back, closed his eyes, and for the first time in years, smiled.
Grand Theft Auto V May 2026
"T," Michael said flatly. "You're not supposed to be here."
He tapped out a reply: "Who's driving?"
Franklin weaved through Vespucci Beach traffic, sirens now wailing behind them. "You two gonna argue, or shoot? Because that's a NOOSE van on our six." 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. "T," Michael said flatly
Michael leaned back, closed his eyes, and for the first time in years, smiled. Franklin Clinton leaned out