Quiet Like A Ham is the 32nd mission in Grand Theft Auto: King of The Hill.
It is the 1st mission given to Miklos Lipton by Tatsu Hsiang.
It's the 2nd mission in Chapter IV: Manage the Expectations.
Plot
Alta Tower Safehouse
The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the high-rise apartment, mingling with the morning sunlight that poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Alta Tower safehouse. Miklos sat at the counter, savoring a bite of Thomas's famous bacon and eggs on toast, the taste transporting him back to the days at his old Vespucci Beach apartment. The difference now? The ingredients were top-tier, the kind of expensive imports you could only get in Los Santos if you had the money. And Miklos finally did.
Miklos: You've outdone yourself, Tommy. This is better than I remember.
Thomas grinned, his anxiety subdued for the moment as he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel.
Thomas: What can I say? I aim to please.
Jenni leaned against the counter beside Miklos, taking another bite and moaning dramatically.
Jenni: I think I just fell in love with you, Thomas. Sorry Miklos...
Thomas blushed furiously, mumbling something under his breath as he turned back to the stove.
The moment was warm, almost domestic. Everything felt... right...
Until the sharp knock at the door shattered the peace.
Everyone froze. Miklos set his fork down slowly, his mind racing.
Miklos: Who is that?
Thomas shook his head quickly, his face pale.
Thomas: I don't know... Nobody should know where we live.
Jenni looked at Miklos, concern etched across her face.
Jenni: You said this place was secure.
Miklos grabbed his Desert Eagle from his holster, the weight familiar and reassuring in his hand.
Miklos: It is.
He moved silently to the door, slipping along the wall. His military training kicked in as he peered through the peephole, his breath catching when he saw who was standing on the other side.
The stunning Chinese woman stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her piercing eyes almost meeting his through the tiny lens. Her skin-tight Cheongsam dress hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering subtly in the light. Beside her was an imposing figure, the same bouncer from the Fight Night, towering, broad, and stoic in a sharp black suit.
Miklos hesitated, his grip on the gun tightening. Taking a steadying breath, he cracked the door open cautiously.
Tatsu pushed it open fully, stepping inside with a seductive saunter, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her air of control was almost suffocating, and she moved like she owned the place.
Miss Hsiang: Surprised to see me, Miklos?
Her voice was smooth, her accent laced with a faint melodic rhythm. Miklos stared at her, his confusion and frustration barely masked.
Miklos: How did you find me?
She smirked, tilting her head slightly.
Miss Hsiang: The Triads can find anyone. Not even you are untouchable, Miklos Lipton.
The tension in the room was palpable as the giant stepped inside, his massive frame nearly blocking out the doorway. Miklos' eyes flicked to Jenni, who had gone pale, and Thomas, who was peeking nervously over the back of the couch.
Tatsu's gaze followed Miklos'. She spotted Thomas first, her lips curling in mild amusement.
Miss Hsiang: And who is this?
She walked slowly toward the couch, her eyes scanning every detail of the room like she was assessing a chessboard. Miklos stepped forward, putting himself between her and his cousin.
Miklos: That's Thomas. My cousin.
Tatsu turned her attention to Jenni, who was standing stiffly near the counter, her hands clutching her knife and fork tightly, almost in a defensive stance.
Miklos: And this...
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone remained calm.
Miss Hsiang: ...is Jenni Taylor.
The way she said the name sent a shiver through the room. How did she know her name? Hell, how did she know where they lived!? Tatsu turned to Miklos with an expectant smile, gesturing toward herself and the giant statue of a man.
Miss Hsiang: Introduce us properly, Miklos. It's only polite.
Miklos' jaw clenched as he nodded.
Miklos: This is Tatsu Hsiang. Boss of the Triads. And that's...
Miss Hsiang: Boss? I prefer "Incense Master"... And this is my bodyguard, Guang.
Guang gave a small, polite nod but said nothing. Tatsu, on the other hand, smiled wider, her confidence radiating.
Miss Hsiang: It's a pleasure to meet your family, Miklos.
Her words were warm, but the tension in her tone was unmistakable. Miklos exchanged a glance with Jenni, his instincts screaming that this was far from a social visit. Miklos' eyes darted between Tatsu and Guang.
The air felt thick, suffocating, as if every move in his own home was under a microscope. Tatsu's smirk never faltered, a dangerous mixture of confidence and calculation. She stepped further into the room, her slim fingers trailing along the back of a chair, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor.
Miklos: Thomas, Jenni. Head downstairs. Now.
Miklos' voice was firm, his eyes fixed on Tatsu, but before they could move, Tatsu's smooth voice cut through the room like a knife.
Miss Hsiang: No need for that.
Her tone was light, almost teasing, but the command in it was unmistakable. Her gaze flicked to Jenni, who froze in place, her grip tightening on her utensils. She didn't know whether to move or stay.
Miss Hsiang: Miss Taylor, why don't you make us some tea? It's the least you can do for your guests.
Jenni hesitated, glancing at Miklos. He gave her a subtle nod, his jaw tightening as she shakily moved toward the kitchen. Thomas stood awkwardly behind the couch, looking like he wanted to melt into the floor. Tatsu's eyes briefly lingered on him, a faint smirk playing on her lips, before she turned back to Miklos.
Miss Hsiang: Let's sit.
She gestured to the dining table, a modern glass piece that fit in nicely in a brochure for a high-end apartment. Miklos reluctantly followed her lead, sitting across from her. Guang positioned himself by the door, his massive frame looming like a silent threat. There was no way out.
Miklos: What do you want, Tatsu?
Tatsu crossed her legs, the slit in her shimmering Chinese dress revealing just enough to distract, her movements as calculated as her words. She leaned back in the chair, ignoring his question, her sharp eyes fixed on Miklos like a predator studying its prey.
Jenni returned moments later, carrying a tray with a teapot and cups that rattled faintly in her trembling hands. She poured carefully, trying not to spill, her breath shallow. Tatsu watched her every move with a faint, amused smile.
Miss Hsiang: Thank you, Miss Taylor.
Her words dripped with faux warmth as Jenni set the cups down and stepped back, unsure where to go. Tatsu turned her attention fully to Miklos, her expression shifting to something more serious, though the playful undertone remained.
Miklos: You didn't come all this way just for tea.
Tatsu set the cup down gently, her smile widening.
Miss Hsiang: You're right. I didn't. Miklos, our partnership has been... fruitful, wouldn't you agree? Less wars. More money.
She lifted her cup delicately, blowing on the tea before taking a small sip.
Miklos: It's been lucrative.
Miklos' voice was even, but his irritation simmered beneath the surface. He hated the way she made him feel in his own home. Like a guest instead of the host. Tatsu set the cup down, leaning forward slightly, her piercing eyes locking onto his.
Miss Hsiang: Lucrative, yes. But tell me, Miklos...
Her smile widened, her voice lowering slightly, carrying a dangerous edge.
Miss Hsiang: Do you feel in charge?
The question hung in the air like a dagger, its intent clear. Miklos didn't flinch, but his grip on the edge of the table tightened.
Miklos: We're partners. You're not my superior, Tatsu.
Her laugh was soft, almost musical, but there was no humor in it.
Miss Hsiang: Of course. Partners. But partnership requires cooperation, Miklos. Which brings us to the Armenians.
Miklos' brows furrowed slightly, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.
Miss Hsiang: Alan Nazarian, your old "friend," has been... uncooperative. More importantly, he's furious. He hates me. Hates the Triads. He refuses to work with us, and his defiance is... becoming a problem.
Miklos: That doesn't surprise me. Alan never played well with others.
Her gaze sharpened, her words deliberate.
Miss Hsiang: And then there's another issue. The Ukrainians. Led by Hugo. Hugo is furious. Furious that the Triads have partnered with you, the man who attacked his people.
Miklos: That was before we were partners.
Tatsu raised a hand, silencing him with a graceful gesture.
Miss Hsiang: It doesn't matter. To Hugo, it's a betrayal. And now, the Ukrainians are our enemies.
Tatsu leaned back, her smile returning, but it was colder now.
Miss Hsiang: Tonight, there will be a meeting. Hugo and I will sit down to... resolve our differences. You will be there.
Miklos: Why me?
Miss Hsiang: Because you are the one who made them angry. And because you are my partner.
Miklos' eyes narrowed. Her voice softened slightly, almost sweetly.
Miss Hsiang: Together, we'll ensure the meeting is... productive.
The way she said "productive" sent a chill down Miklos' spine. Tatsu stood gracefully, smoothing her dress as she glanced toward Jenni, who had retreated to the kitchen and was watching nervously.
Miss Hsiang: Thank you for the tea. It was delightful.
She turned to Miklos, her eyes gleaming.
Miss Hsiang: Diamond Casino. 11pm. Wear something nice. Don't be late.
Without waiting for a response, she strode toward the door, Guang opening it and following silently behind her. Miklos remained seated, his jaw tight, as the door clicked shut behind them. The tension lingered long after they'd gone.
Jenni stepped forward hesitantly, her voice soft.
Jenni: Who... what was that?
Miklos exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
Miklos: That... is why we can never let our guard down.
The Diamond Casino & Resort
Thomas: How... how did they even find us? No one was supposed to know we're here, cousin. This was supposed to be safe!
Jenni, still gripping the counter, nodded, her voice trembling.
Jenni: She scares me, Miklos. That woman... she's not just powerful. She's dangerous.
Miklos exhaled, his jaw clenched as he leaned on the counter.
Miklos: The Triads can find anyone. If they wanted to make a point, they just did.
He straightened, his mind already shifting to the meeting ahead.
In the bathroom, Miklos stood under the hot shower, letting the water wash away the stress and frustration clinging to him. But no amount of heat could ease the knot in his chest. He dried off and opened the closet, pulling out the black three-piece suit he'd almost forgotten about. It was the same suit he'd bought from Perseus the day he met Jenni. Back then, life was simpler.
Jenni joined him, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through her worry as she took the suit from his hands.
Jenni: Let me help.
She ironed the jacket and adjusted the vest, ensuring everything fit perfectly. Miklos tugged at the collar uncomfortably, slipping on his leather gloves as Jenni stepped back to admire her work.
Jenni: You look good.
Miklos: I feel ridiculous.
Jenni let out a small laugh, shaking her head.
Jenni: At least you look the part. Just... promise me you'll be safe.
Her expression softened, her eyes filled with worry.
Jenni: That woman, she scares me.
Miklos leaned in and kissed her forehead, his gloved hands resting gently on her arms.
Miklos: I'll be fine.
He grabbed his Desert Eagle, tucking it discreetly under his jacket, and headed out the door.
The Diamond Casino & Resort was alive with energy, the dazzling lights and hum of slot machines creating a buzz that would normally catch Miklos's attention. But tonight, there was no time for distractions. He stepped through the main entrance, scanning the lavish interior with a wary eye.
By the VIP elevator, Guang waited like a stone statue. The massive man's suit looked ready to burst at the seams from the sheer bulk of his muscles. He gave Miklos a silent nod before gesturing toward the elevator. Miklos stepped in, the doors closing behind them with a quiet hum.
The ride was eerily silent, the hum of the elevator punctuated only by Guang's steady breathing. Miklos glanced at the man, the memories of sneaking into this elevator weeks ago flickering in his mind. Back then, Tatsu hadn't even known him. He'd been just another man, placing wiretaps in her purse. Now, he was walking into the lion's den on her terms.
When the elevator doors opened, Miklos stepped into Tatsu's penthouse for the first time. The place was breathtaking, a bold display of wealth and power. Red and gold hues dominated the space, the intricate wall patterns and jade statues exuding a timeless elegance. Golden Chinese motifs adorned the ceiling, and the faint scent of incense hung in the air.
Guang led him past a spacious sitting room filled with plush furniture and an enormous glass window offering a stunning view of Los Santos. The space was extravagant, easily worth five million dollars or more. Miklos took in the details but didn't let himself linger. He was here on business, and the tension in his gut reminded him of that.
Guang stopped at a nondescript section of the wall and pressed a hidden panel. The wall slid open, revealing a discreet office. The room was modest compared to the rest of the penthouse, but its simplicity carried an intimidating weight. A sleek desk dominated the space, with a single table in the center. Behind the desk sat Miss Hsiang, her sharp features illuminated by the warm glow of an overhead light.
Tatsu's Office
Miss Hsiang: Miklos Lipton.
She greeted him with a faint smile, gesturing for him to sit. Miklos stepped forward cautiously, his eyes scanning the room before taking a seat across from her. Guang stood by the door, his silent presence a constant reminder that escape was not an option.
Tatsu leaned forward slightly, her hands folded on the desk, her gaze piercing.
Miss Hsiang: I trust you found the place without issue.
Her tone was smooth, almost teasing, but there was an edge beneath it. Miklos met her gaze evenly, his voice steady.
Miklos: No issue.
Miklos shifted uneasily in his seat, his sharp gaze locked on Miss Hsiang, who sat across from him with the same unnerving calm she always carried. The penthouse office, lavish yet minimalist, felt like a trap, every shadow pregnant with unseen threats. Tatsu's lips curled into a faint smile as she studied him, her fingers steepled.
Miss Hsiang: The last time we were here together... in the Diamond Casino...
Her voice was smooth, almost nostalgic, but there was an edge to her words. Miklos stayed silent, his jaw tightening. She continued, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Miss Hsiang: You were still just a ghost then. Sneaking through my casino. Slipping into my VIP elevator. You even managed to charm your way close enough to...
Her hand moved into her purse, retrieving something small and metallic. She held it up, letting it dangle from her delicate fingers. The wiretap. Miklos's stomach dropped, though he didn't let it show. Or tried to.
Miss Hsiang: ...plant this.
The little device let out a faint chime as she twisted it between her fingers, her smile widening as she watched his reaction. Then, with a quick movement, she crushed the wiretap in her hand. The faint crunch of metal and plastic echoed in the room as she dropped the remnants onto the desk like crumbs.
Miklos leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, his expression hard.
Miklos: That was a long time ago.
Tatsu tilted her head, her voice soft but deadly.
Miss Hsiang: Perhaps. But tell me, Miklos... did you learn anything useful? I'm sure that's how you managed to slide your way into my little Fight Club... just as I planned.
The question and accusation hung in the air, loaded with both challenge and threat. Miklos stayed silent, refusing to engage. Tatsu leaned forward slightly, her smile turning predatory.
Miss Hsiang: Don't worry. I admire your... resourcefulness. If our roles were reversed, I'd have done the same.
Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of something darker crossing her expression.
Miss Hsiang: Who knows? Maybe I already have...
The words sent a chill through the room. Before Miklos could respond, Guang stepped forward, carrying an ancient Chinese tea set in his massive hands. The ornate set, delicate and intricately carved, looked almost absurdly small in comparison to Guang's sheer size. He set it carefully on the desk, his movements surprisingly precise, before pouring tea from the aged teapot with a liminal flow that was almost hypnotic.
Tatsu gestured toward the tea with a graceful hand.
Miss Hsiang: A treasure from my family's collection. Older than the city you call home. Priceless.
She lifted her cup delicately, sipping as if savoring the moment. Miklos, however, didn't move. His arms stayed crossed, his expression stony. Tatsu noticed and chuckled softly.
Miss Hsiang: Still refusing to play along, I see. Very well.
The air in the room shifted as the secret door behind Miklos slid open again. Hugo, the Underboss of the Ukrainian Mafia, stormed in, his face red with barely contained fury. The bulky man glared daggers at Miklos, his lips pressed into a thin line. Behind him, a stout man followed, his presence far cooler but no less threatening. His bronze-tanned skin contrasted sharply with his crisp white suit jacket, left unbuttoned over a rumpled green undershirt. His dark hair was slicked back, but there was nothing polished about the sharpness in his eyes.
Miss Hsiang: Ahh, Mr. Yacksley, and what a surprise... A pleasure, Mr. Tederev.
Hugo muttered something harsh in Ukrainian, his hands gesturing angrily toward Miklos. Tederev raised a hand to calm him, his expression twisted with annoyance as he addressed the room.
Tederev: Hugo says he's surprised you didn't have the balls to run after what you did to us.
His accent was clear, his tone biting. He turned his attention fully to Miklos, his words dripping with disdain.
Tederev: That night at RON gas station. Stealing our product, killing our men. You made it very clear what kind of man you are. Reckless. Desperate.
Hugo barked something else in Ukrainian, pointing accusingly at Tatsu, who sipped her tea calmly. Tederev sighed heavily, rubbing his temples before translating.
Tederev: We are trying to understand why the Triads would ally themselves with someone who attacks them.
Tatsu set her cup down, her voice smooth and unwavering.
Miss Hsiang: Because Miklos is resourceful. And loyal... when it suits him.
Her eyes flicked to Miklos, her smile faint but calculating.
Miss Hsiang: Isn't that right, Miklos?
The tension in the room was suffocating, every word dripping with unspoken threats. Miklos met Tatsu's gaze, his mind racing. He knew he was walking a tightrope, and one wrong step could send him plummeting.
Hugo, red-faced and seething, practically vibrated with anger as he gestured wildly, spouting rapid Ukrainian. His rant was loud and incomprehensible to anyone who didn't speak the language, his fury echoing in the otherwise tense room.
Tederev maintained a cool demeanor. His face twisted with irritation, not at the situation, but at Hugo's antics. Tederev raised a hand again, trying to calm his subordinate.
Tederev: досить.
Hugo barely registered the words, his tirade continuing, his voice rising even higher as he jabbed a finger toward Miklos.
Hugo: Ви смієте сидіти тут! Ви—
Tederev let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he were dealing with a particularly unruly child.
Tederev: Хьюго, замовкни.
The words were sharp, cutting through the air like a whip, but Hugo ignored him completely, his rant growing louder as he pointed accusingly at Tatsu and Miklos in turn. Tatsu sipped her tea, unfazed, while Miklos clenched his fists under the table.
Finally, Miklos had enough. He pushed back his chair, rising to his feet.
Miklos: If he doesn't shut his mouth, I'll do it for him.
Miklos moved as if to cross the room, but Tederev was faster. Tederev reached into his jacket, pulling out a sleek handgun, the polished metal catching the light. His hand lashed out, the gun colliding with Hugo's skull in a sharp, brutal motion. The sound of the impact echoed through the room as Hugo staggered, his eyes wide in shock before he crumpled to the floor, out cold.
Tatsu laughed softly, setting her cup down with a delicate clink.
Miss Hsiang: Impressive, Mr. Tederev. Very decisive.
She gestured to Guang, who moved forward without hesitation, his massive hands grabbing Hugo like a ragdoll. He dragged the unconscious man out of the room, his movements careful but efficient, the door clicking shut behind him.
The tension in the room shifted, heavier now as Tederev adjusted his cuffs, his focus turning to Miklos.
Tederev: Now, let's talk business.
Miklos remained standing, his instincts screaming at him to be cautious. Tatsu leaned back, her sharp gaze watching the exchange like a chess master anticipating the next move. Tederev moved closer to Miklos, his handgun swaying in his hand.
Tederev: You've caused me no small amount of problems, Mr. Lipton. The crack you stole? That was mine. The men you killed? Mine too. And now, you're aligning yourself with the Triads without even consulting us, the Rovozicki Mafiya.
His words were measured, but the anger beneath them was clear. He took a step closer to Miklos, his dark eyes locked on him.
Tederev: I don't like when people fuck with my business. And you? You're fucking exactly that.
Miklos didn't flinch, meeting Tederev's gaze with equal intensity.
Tederev: Here's how this works, Lipton. You want to keep working with the Triads? Fine. But you work with us, too. You make up for what you've cost us, or this...
He gestured to his gun, the unspoken threat lingering in the air.
Tederev: ...ends badly.
The room felt like it had stopped in time. Then, in one swift motion, Miklos pulled his Desert Eagle from his holster, leveling it at Tederev's head. The move was smooth, precise, and faster than anyone expected. The massive barrel of the gun almost brushed against Tederev's forehead.
Miklos: You think I'm scared of you?
Tederev froze for a moment, then chuckled softly, his lips curling into a wry smile.
Tederev: Bold. I like that.
He had raised his own weapon, letting it rest under Miklos' chin, his calm demeanor unnerving.
Tederev: But let's not turn this into a bloodbath.
Tatsu clapped her hands softly, her amusement breaking the tension.
Miss Hsiang: Gentlemen, please. There's no need for theatrics.
She stood gracefully, her presence immediately commanding the room.
Miss Hsiang: Mr. Tederev has made his point. Mr. Lipton has made his, now please, lower your guns.
Miklos hesitated for a moment before lowering the Desert Eagle, his gaze never leaving Tederev, who smirked, clearly enjoying the standoff.
Tederev: Good. Now we can talk like civilized people.
The room was thick with tension as Tederev holstered his gun, his smirk still lingering. He adjusted his white suit jacket, his dark eyes locking onto Miklos.
Tederev: Let me explain how this works, Lipton. The Rovozicki Mafiya isn't just some small-time outfit. Our colony here in Los Santos is the most powerful one outside Ukraine.
He began pacing, his tone calm but laced with authority.
Tederev: We've built an empire. Loan sharking, weapon trafficking, and a steady flow of cash from bank robberies. Everything runs smoothly because I make sure it does. But you? You disrupted that.
Miklos's jaw tightened, but he stayed silent. Tederev leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping.
Tederev: That crack you stole? It wasn't just a product. It was supposed to fund a bank heist. And you killed five good men to get it. So here's the deal. Tomorrow, we're hitting the Fleeca Bank, the Rockford Hills Branch on Boulevard Del Perro Street.
Tederev glanced at Tatsu, who remained seated, watching with an amused expression as she sipped her tea.
Tederev: I expect you to be there. Bring three others. I don't care who, as long as they can hold a gun and follow orders. Just a small crew.
Miklos: And if I don't?
Miklos raised an eyebrow, his voice steady. Tederev's smirk returned, his tone almost playful but with an unmistakable threat.
Tederev: Then I'll make sure your partnership with the Triads ends... permanently. Oh, and I'll be joining you on this heist, see how good you really are. Shouldn't be too hard, as long as you don't fuck it up.
With that, he strode out, leaving an oppressive silence in his wake. The click of the door echoed through the room as Miklos and Tatsu remained seated. Tatsu let out a soft laugh, the sound cutting through the tension.
Miss Hsiang: That went well, don't you think?
Miklos: If by "well" you mean I'm being strong-armed into a bank robbery, then sure.
Miss Hsiang: You disrupted his business, Miklos. This is just the cost of doing business in our world.
Miklos: Yeah, well, this world is getting smaller by the day.
Miklos leaned back, exhaling sharply. Tatsu smiled faintly, standing gracefully.
Miss Hsiang: Make it work. You're resourceful.
Miklos stood, his mind already turning to the task ahead. Without another word, he left the penthouse, descending into the buzz of the Diamond Casino. The lights and sounds of the machines blurred around him as he walked out into the night.
Alta Tower Safehouse
Miklos sat at the counter, nursing a whiskey at two in the morning, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the kitchen. In front of him lay a hastily scribbled map of the Fleeca Bank branch on Boulevard Del Perro Street. His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of tomorrow's heist. He muttered to himself, his voice low and gruff as he went through the options swirling in his head.
Then his mind wandered to Perry Harris, who had always been smug and self-serving. Miklos snorted softly at the thought.
Miklos: Perry? That bastard wouldn't help if his life depended on it.
He leaned back, exhaling sharply as his gaze drifted to the map, and poured himself another glass.
Miklos: Thomas?
He glanced toward the living room, where his cousin was crashed out on the couch, crumbs scattered across his shirt. The glow of Weazel News flashed on the muted TV. Miklos shook his head, smirking faintly at the sight.
Miklos: Yeah, no.
His eyes returned to the map as he leaned forward, swirling the whiskey in his glass.
Miklos: Nazarian? Too old.
He thought about Izzy Nazarian, Alan's nephew, and groaned, rubbing his temple.
Miklos: There's Izzy, I guess. Annoying as hell, but the guy's got a knack for explosives. Could work.
He smirked briefly at the thought of Guang, picturing the giant storming into the bank, guns blazing, tossing people aside like toys. The image amused him for a moment, but reality sobered him quickly.
Miklos: Guang? Heh. I wish.
His thoughts turned to Dennis Oak, the young Merryweather operative who had a bad habit of talking too much but always seemed up for anything. Dependable when the chips were down.
Miklos: Dennis. Kid's annoying, but he'll do just about anything for a fight.
Finally, Miklos considered Victor Sax, the leader of Los Aztecas. The man was unpredictable, but his experience and connections could turn the tide. He nodded slightly, the idea taking root.
Miklos: That's it. Me, Izzy, Dennis, Victor, and Tederev.
He drained the last of his whiskey, the burn trailing down his throat as he stared at the map one final time. Tomorrow loomed like a storm on the horizon, and he was standing in its path. With a heavy sigh, Miklos set the glass down and stood, his boots barely making a sound on the polished floor.
The bedroom was dimly lit when he entered, the soft hum of the city filling the air. Jenni stirred as he slipped into bed beside her, the warmth of her body instantly grounding him. She turned to face him, her voice soft with sleep.
Jenni: Everything okay?
Miklos wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Her presence melted away the weight pressing on him, even if only for a moment.
Miklos: Not really. But it will be.
Jenni sighed, her head resting against his chest.
Jenni: Just... be careful, okay?
Miklos kissed the top of her head, the tension in his body easing as her breathing slowed and evened out. Tomorrow was another fight, but for now, he let himself drift into the comfort of her embrace.
Miklos: Always.
The next mission, Just Business, is now unlocked.
Rewards
- Monetary Reward: 5000$
Objectives
- Get to The Diamond Casino
- Meet with Tatsu Hsiang
- Confront Lloyd Tederev
- Leave the area
- Plan the Fleeca heist
Gold Medal Objectives
- Time - Complete in 5:00
- Resist - Do not play any Casino games
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