Some time later that evening.

Loud music is heard in one of the alleways, but the street is empty. Asphalt reflects the green light which is shining over the doors. There are two doors, red, made of iron. After a closer view there’s two guys in black pants and fitness T-shirts, heads shaved and muscles that have trouble staying in the shirt. There’s also a big garage door which leads into another building on the side. Different engine sounds are heard, which approach the streets on low revolutions. The garage door opens and BMW X5, Evo and couple of other cars enter the garage, after that the door is closed. Soon the door opens again, Matsumoto, Tsutomo and Miyamoto exit the garage door and continue walking towards the door and walk past the guards without checking. Much time won’t pass until more fetching cars are showing up and parked on the side of the road. Everyone is searched before entering the building. It is obvious that they are celebrating the win of 5th Avenue. This is a big thing for a small organizatsion like they are. They got themselves a new area, which they will be running. As funny as it sounds, San Francisco has been divided to three parts on the map. There’s mafias map who rule the whole city. After them there’s gangs, who have their own turfs. For the third there are streetracers, who share their parts of turf. The system is working, because nobody doesn’t interfere with others business. There has been couple of incidents, where a  group  of streetracers has been caught between mafias yaws, but this is another story. Matsumoto, Tsutomu and Miyamoto and couple of others are sitting in the VIP room at the club while the people are partying downstairs. Matsumoto was talking something about a car trailer, which will drive from San Francisco to California and will be on the 8th highway by morning. The plans were made fast as lightning and the preparation was started. The gang moved out of the club, back into the garage, leaving extraneous people behind partying. A big cover was pulled off, revealing two black E36 M3s. After starting the engines it was clear that these engines were modified because that wasn’t a regular sound of an M3. After that they walked into a room and started discussing the plan again, new clothes were taken from a closet, then they ran towards the cars. Six people drove off, three people in each car, by the placement the passengers were siting on the right side of the car. Soon they reached on the 8th highway, where they decided to waylay and wait for the truck. The cars were parked in a truckpocket where the passing vehicles are easily seen. Soon after parking, the truck was seen driving towards California, which cargo was two Nissan Skyling R34 GT-Ri’s and two old BMW E28’s which had hoods removed. It was clear that these cars were not stock. They started driving towards the truck and kept following it until a long right turn. The truck driver was not able to see the end of the truck at that turn, this was their time to move. Immediately Matsumoto, Tsutomo and two other guys on the trailer. At the end of the turn the BMWs drove past the truck and the truck driver didn’t realize that there were people on the trailer. Quickly the chains were cut which held the loading beam up. Then the chains which held Skylines were cut and the cars were free to go. Cars were hotwired and backed off the trailer. It all looked liked an action movie, the name would’ve been “Fast&Furious: The Dropouts Edition”. The job was clean and ideal, allegedly the trucker saw that the trailer was empty after about 10 miles, saying that he was eating and watching a movie while driving and didn’t observe the surroundings. The cars were taken back to the garage.
Couple of days later...
“Matsumoto, you won’t believe what we’ve done! These car, these four beauties here… They belonged to the Felicio Racing, they wanted to trade the cars in Washington but lost their cars “mysteriously”. We aren’t suspected, Felicio thinks that The Outfit mafia laid their hand on the cargo and are afraid to say anything out loud.
Matsumoto didn’t do anything but laugh on the story. Tsutomu looked towards Miyamoto and saw bags, realizing that they decided to take their long waited holiday. Tsutomu smiles for a moment, then takes a seat in his car and starts his car and start driving towards the airport.
“So, where does the holiday take you?” Tsutomu asked.
“To Los Santo beach area, to rest – away from everything, for a month or so. Then we’ll return to continue things here!” Matsumoto answered.
They arrived at the airport and said their last words. After that Matsumoto and Miyamoto took the plane to Los Santos.
Couple of days later.
Tsutomu is laying on a couch because the time is still early. A phone starts ringing on the table, Tsutomu answers it.
“Tsutomu, it’s Matsumoto! Man, leave your things in San Francisco to Akira and come to Los Santos with the boys! Here’s so much work that it’ll kill you. You can set up your club, we already have a decent place to live, believe it or not, your face will fall open. You won’t fuckin’ regret. Just come, with cars!”
The call ends.
Couple of hours later.
Multiple sport cars are leaving the garage with a hurry, driving through San Francisco towards Los Santos.