The Sultan's engine purred as Sera drove through the streets, following the blue line on her GPS toward Grove Street. She kept her speed under control, stopping at lights, signaling turns—doing everything she never bothered with in the game.
This wasn't a place where you could wipe out four cars in a row and expect to walk away with a two-star wanted level. Here, crashing into somebody meant lawsuits… or getting shot. Maybe both.
As she got closer, the neighborhood shifted. The clean sidewalks faded into cracked pavement, graffiti-covered walls, and clusters of men hanging around street corners. Most wore green, some wore purple, both groups glaring at each other across intersections.
Families and Ballas territory.
She tightened her grip on the wheel."Yep. Definitely Grove Street."
Her GPS chimed as she pulled up to a small apartment complex. You have arrived at your destination.
She parked on a nearby curb and stepped out, locking the Sultan with a sharp beep.
The air felt heavier here. Guys lounged around cars, leaning against fences, eyeing her with interest that had nothing to do with curiosity.
"Yo… that white girl fine as hell.""Damn, she got a fat ass.""Where she think she goin' lookin' like that?"
Sera rolled her eyes. "And people said chivalry died in the 2000s."
She headed toward the door Lamar mentioned, weaving through groups that turned to watch her. She knocked twice.
The door cracked open, then swung wider. A man in a white fedora, gold chain with "LS" dangling, and a black shirt stepped out, looking her over with mild surprise.
"You the white girl Lamar told me about?" he asked.
"Sure am," Sera said, keeping her tone even.
Gerald nodded. "Cool. Then let's talk business."
Finally—someone here more focused on money than her chest.
"I got some rivals movin' weight where they shouldn't be," Gerald explained. He pulled out his phone and sent her a ping. "I need you to hit this spot, grab whatever drugs they got, and bring it back. The more you get, the better for me… and for your wallet."
Her phone buzzed with the coordinates.
"And what's the payout?" Sera asked.
"Twenty grand," Gerald said casually, like it wasn't a life-changing amount of cash.
Sera fought to keep her face neutral. "Alright. I'm on it."
"Good. Keep it clean, don't get caught slippin'."
She gave a quick nod and turned around, heading back toward her car. As she walked away, she heard Gerald's door creak, then pause.
A beat of silence.
Then Gerald muttered, low but not low enough:
"…Damn. A'ight, now I see why Lamar been shootin' his shot. God damn."
She got into the Sultan, fired up the engine, and rested her hands on the wheel.
"Twenty grand for one job."
"This world really is built for people like me."
Sera slid into the driver's seat of her Sultan and shut the door behind her. The engine hummed, waiting. She rested her hands on the wheel and thought, All I've got is a pistol. Missions like these? Yeah, no. I need guns. Lots of guns.
She pulled out her phone and tapped the Maze Bank app. The number refreshed on-screen:
$16,875.
Okay… enough for something decent, she thought with a small nod. Maybe not an arsenal yet, but something that wouldn't get her killed.
She turned the key, brought the engine to life, and pulled away from the curb. Grove Street faded in the rear-view, and every instinct told her she was making the right call. Creepy, unsafe, smells like weed and danger… nope. She was not about to get shot on her second day in Los Santos.
Instead, she headed toward the Ammu-Nation near Simeon's dealership—familiar territory from her past life. She rolled into the parking lot, pulled into a marked bay, cut the engine, and stepped out. Lock, beep, done.
The inside of Ammu-Nation smelled like gun oil, dust, and whatever cologne the clerk bathed in that morning. Sera approached the counter, eyes scanning the wall of weapons until she stopped on exactly what she needed:
'Mini Uzi. Cheap. Reliable. Easy to hide. Perfect for beginners and broke girls with big ambitions.'
"How much for the Mini Uzi?" she asked.
The clerk leaned back slightly, following her gaze. "Abouuuut… $3,750."
Sera didn't let her face move, but mentally she groaned. That's painful. But worth it.
"I'll take it. And four boxes of ammo. How much total?"
"For the gun plus four boxes? You're looking at… $4,200."
Sera exhaled through her nose, resigned. She pulled out her Maze Bank card, inserted it, and tapped in her PIN. The machine beeped, confirming the purchase.
"Congratulations," the clerk said with a grin. "You're now the proud owner of a Mini Uzi."
"Thanks," she replied, taking the gun and ammo. She headed for the exit.
"I bet you're gonna use that the second you get out the door!" he called after her.
Sera just smiled over her shoulder and kept walking.
Outside, she opened her car, slid in, and shut the door. With a thought, she triggered her Weapon Wheel. The Uzi shimmered out of her hands, transferring neatly into her inventory slot—ammo and all. Her pistol and spare rounds floated beside it in the wheel's circular display.
'Mini Uzi – 3,500 rounds loaded into the system.Pistol – the usual.'
She smirked. "Now we're talking."
Sera started the engine, pulled out of the lot, and sped off toward the location Gerald had sent her.
Sera pulled up a little ways down from the entrance to the compound—far enough that her blue Sultan wouldn't be the first thing anyone noticed. She killed the engine, leaned forward in her seat, and scanned the place.
Fences. Guards. Empty beer bottles. Unfriendly energy.
Would be real helpful if I had a minimap right now…
Ping.
A soft chime echoed inside her skull.
Sera flinched. "What the fu—?"
A translucent notification screen popped into existence right in front of her eyes like a VR HUD.
Minimap unlocked!As you do more missions (or whenever it's convenient for you), you'll unlock more features! Have fun!
She stared for a second. "…Huh. Well that's certainly convenient."
She got out of the car and shut the door quietly. She approached the side of the compound, sticking to the shadows, and crouched behind a low concrete barrier. With a thought, she reached into her Weapon Wheel.
Her hand reappeared holding the Mini Uzi. Another quick mental tap and she pulled out a silencer from the same impossible inventory.
Thank god I brought this. Real-life silencers are loud as hell… but hopefully this world follows video game logic instead.
She screwed the suppressor on, then approached the wall, jumping, grabbing the top, and hauling herself up in a clean muscle-up. Once balanced, she did a front handspring off the wall into a roll on the other side.
Totally unnecessary.Totally badass.
If I CAN do it, I WILL do it, she told herself smugly.
She ducked behind a crate and activated the minimap. It popped into existence only when she focused on it—thankfully not stuck in the corner of her eyesight forever.
Ten red dots. Spread around the compound.At the far end, inside a small garage: a cluster of white dots. Her prize.
Sera inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly. "Here we go…"
She slid out from behind the crate, crouched, steady, her aim perfect. She lined up the first guard's head and tapped the trigger.
phew
The man dropped instantly, a clean hole between his eyebrows.
Not realistic at all. Thank god.
Another guard turned the corner, saw the body, opened his mouth to shout—phew—dead before a sound escaped.
Sera moved like a ghost. Low, fast, precise.
Guy on the balcony? Down before he could turn his head.Guy peeking from behind a wall with only his forehead showing? Easy.Two men talking near a crate? Double tap, both collapse.
Within a minute, her minimap was clean. Not a single red dot left.
She stood up, brushing dust off her jeans, and headed for the small garage. She pushed the door open.
There they were—piles of baggies on a metal table.
Beside them sat a conveniently empty duffel bag.
She laughed under her breath. "Convenience hits once again."
She stuffed the drugs inside, slung the bag over her shoulder, and walked back toward the entrance.
Footsteps—voices—coming her way.
Sera darted behind a wall just as five men walked into the compound, chatting loudly. Then silence as they saw the bodies.
"Yo—what the—?!"
Perfect distraction.
Sera climbed the wall again, dropped to the other side, and jogged toward her car. She tossed the duffel bag into the back seat, got in, and started the engine.
The Sultan purred.She pulled away casually, mission complete.
Sera pulled up near Gerald's apartment again, engine rumbling to a stop. She grabbed the duffel from the backseat, slung it over her shoulder, locked the Sultan, and started walking.
And like clockwork…
"Yo, lookit the white girl with the fat ass."
"Ain't that Gerald's package? Damn, didn't think she'd make it back."
Wow, she thought dryly. Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. Super uplifting.
She got to Gerald's door and knocked three times.
It swung open almost immediately.
Gerald stepped out, fedora slightly tilted, eyes flicking to the duffel. "Ahhh, Sera. I see you got the goods. Any trouble?"
Sera shook her head. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
Gerald nodded approvingly, grabbing the duffel. "A'ight. This'll earn you some respect 'round here. Keep doing this, and eventually some more… lucrative options might come your way."
Sera nodded, already turning to leave. "Good to know."
As she walked back toward her car, the whispers followed—until one particularly large gang member stepped right into her path, grinning like he was about to say something smooth.
He didn't.
"Hey baby," he drawled. "How much?"
Sera didn't even break stride. She scoffed. "Keep walking, fatass. I doubt you could even reach."
His friends behind him erupted.
"DAAAMN—she cooked yo ass!"
"Bro, she ain't wrong though!"
"Fatty got rejected HARD!"
The big guy turned red with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but Sera had already moved past him, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
She slipped into her Sultan, shut the door, and started the engine.
A few missions like this, and she could finally afford something important—a real garage, maybe even a halfway-decent apartment. Somewhere that didn't involve stepping over used needles and listening to dudes rate her ass every five steps.
She drove off, already planning her next move.