![]() ![]() She took out her Heavy Pistol and crept toward the door, but before she got there, it was broken down and Trevor charged in, lime green Zanchodo shirt, green camo pants, he had shaven his head a week prior, and had been letting his beard grow out. She grimaced and put the shirt on, wincing as she moved her armĪ knock at the door "Oh fuck, is that the cops?" she thought to herself ![]() Laura discarded her gray t-shirt, covered in bullet holes to the floor and opened her wardrobe, only three articles of clothing were in there, a white TPI t-shirt given to her by Trevor himself, her black leather jacket and an extra pair of pants. In retrospect that wasn't the best plan, but at the time she was trying to kill the pain with alcohol. She drove back to her house in her Gauntlet and slept off the bullet wound. ![]() The night before she'd been contacted by Trevor Phillips of Trevor Philips Industries to raid some warehouse of the Vagos, the Lost MC came in during the raid, a shootout occurred, the police were on them in a minute, Laura had to abandon the score as NOOSE was called in. Her shoulder was bloody, one of her front teeth were missing, and bottles of beer littered the floor of her apartment in Paleto Bay, 4401 Procopio Drive. First, came the headache, then came the toothache, then the bulletwound, finally she was able to actually get out of bed. ![]()
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