The next day, Rick was at his house, sitting around with Little O.

"Y'know, Rick, I heard you were doing jobs for some white dude lately. What about it?" O asked Rick.

"The dude's name is Caleb Buscemi, his father's some mob boss." Rick explained.

"Amazing! Do you think I could come along on a job?" O asked Rick.

"Yeah, fo 'sho." Rick said. Suddenly, Rick's phone rang. He picked up.

"Rick, it's Caleb. I got another job for you. Come to my warehouse in La Mesa and I'll give you the details." Caleb told Rick.

"A'ight, fo 'sho. Can I take one of my homies from the hood with me?" Rick asked.

"Sure, sure. I hope he's competent." Caleb said as he hung up.

"Well, we going to La Mesa. Caleb's got a vehicle warehouse over there." Rick said.

"Awesome!" Little O said as he and Rick got up and made their way to the warehouse they went inside and found Caleb behind the computer again.

"Hey, Caleb. This is my friend, Little O." Rick introduced Little O to Caleb.

"Hey there. I'm Caleb Buscemi, nice to meet you." Caleb shook O's hand.

"Same here, homie." Little O replied.

"So, what's crackin' now?" Rick asked.

"I need you boys to snatch me a luxury car for my car theft ring." Caleb explained. "There's a car called the Turismo R at the Gentry Manor Hotel, and that's the car I need. Take it, and bring it back here. I'm counting on you boys."

"You can count on us, Mr. Buscemi." O said.

"Yeah, we can do that." Rick said as the men walked outside and made their way to the Gentry Manor Hotel.

"I hope I can earn some real money off this shit." O said.

"O, this is gon' be your rise up the ranks, homie. If Caleb's dad's a mob boss, you know he's serious business." Rick said.

"You're probably right, Rick. Let's go get 'em!" O said.

The two arrived at the Gentry Manor Hotel. The Turismo R was just standing there.

"That's great. It's just sitting here." O said.

"Yeah. Let's grab it and bring it back to Caleb's warehouse." Rick said as he and O got in the car and drove off to La Mesa. Suddenly, they heard police sirens.

"Fuck, the owner of the car probably reported the theft to the LSPD." Rick said.

"We can handle a little heat." O said.

"Yeah, we'll just evade them." Rick said. After losing the cops, Rick and O made their way to the warehouse in La Mesa. They drove the Turismo R inside the warehouse. Caleb walked out of the office.

"Thank you, boys! Thank you! I'm pleased as punch!" Caleb said. He then handed both Rick and O a big pile of cash.

"Thanks, homie. If you got anything else coming up, let me know, okay?" O said.

"Sure, O. If I need you and Rick again, I'll call you two." Caleb said. Rick and O nodded and they left the warehouse.

Later, Rick was driving through Los Santos when he got a call from Phil McDonald, a member of CGF and a friend of both Rick and O.

"Hey, Phil! It's been a while, homie!" Rick said.

"Agreed, homie. Agreed. Listen, I need you and O to come on over to the Lucky Plucker in Davis. I got us a lick." Phil told Rick.

"A'ight, we're coming." Rick said as he hung up. He then proceeded to call O.

"Hey, O, our homie Phil got us a lick. Where you at?" Rick asked O.

"I'm at BJ Smith Recreational Center." O replied.

"A'ight, stay there, I'm coming to get your ass." Rick said as he hung up. He then drove to the BJ Smith Recreational Center to pick up O. Rick honked his car horn and O walked over to the car and got in. O wore a black fedora, green hoodie and stonewashed blue jeans, along with yellow boots.

"Good to see you, homie." O said.

"Same here, homie." Rick said as they drove off to the Lucky Plucker.

"So what do you think our boy Phil got for us?" O asked Rick.

"Dunno, we'll find out once we get there." Rick replied. They arived at the Lucky Plucker and went inside. Phil was sitting at a table.

"Hey!" Rick, O and Phil said in unison as they gave each other a hug.

"So, whatcha got for us, Phil?" Rick asked.

"Well, I got a drug deal for us. We goin' down to the homie, he waiting in Downtown LS, but first we gotta go buy ourselves a Pump Shotgun each. Let's go to the Ammu-Nation over at Adam's Apple Boulevard and buy the gear we need." Phil said.

"A'ight, let's go!" Rick said as he, O and Phil left the Lucky Plucker to go to Ammu-Nation. They got in Rick's car and drove to Ammu-Nation.

"So, we ain't seen you 'round the hood much, Phil. What's going on, nigga?" O asked Phil.

"I actually went into hiding for a while. Apparently I killed a made man from some Mafia crew or some shit, so I had to lay low for a while." Phil explained.

"Oh? Where'd you run off to?" O asked.

"I settled down in Vice City for a while. Beautiful place, I'd definitely recommend staying there for a while if you need to lay low for a while." Phil said.

"Man, you a lucky bastard, dog. Wish I was so lucky to stay in Vice City for a while." Rick replied.

"Maybe you'll get your chance eventually, homies. But for now, I'm ready to continue gangbanging." Phil said.

"Yeah, good to have you back, homie." Rick replied.

"Agreed." O added. The guys then arrived at Ammu-Nation and went inside.

"A'ight, let's buy our shit and get out." Rick said. The three walked up to the counter and each bought a Pump Shotgun. They then left the store and got back in the car. They then drove into a parking lot in Downtown LS where their dealer was waiting.

The dealer, who was an African-American man with a black Cesar haircut wearing a black hoodie, black sweatpants and some white sneakers was sitting on the hood of his car: A white Tailgater. He watched Rick, O and Phil arrive in the parking lot and they got out of the car before walking over to him.

"...'Sup?" The dealer asked the boys.

"Oh, y'know, doin' some deal witchu, homie." Phil told the dealer.

"...Cool. You got the merch?" The dealer asked Phil.

"Right here, homie." Phil told the dealer as he took out a suitcase filled with coca?ne and opened it. "All real Vinewood talcum powder. You can take some to confirm it's real, nigga." He added.

"...I'll pass on takin' that shit. Here's the cash." The dealer told Phil as he showed the trio a suitcase full of money. "All real bills. You just made yourselves a lot richer." He added as he handed Phil the suitcase filled with money while Phil handed the dealer the suitcase filled with coca?ne. Suddenly, a bunch of DEA agents showed up.

"The DEA?! What are these fools doin' here?!" The dealer asked as he pulled out a pistol but was shot dead by the DEA.

"Shit! Take cover, nigga!" Little O shouted as him, Rick and Phil took cover behind the dead dealer's white Tailgater and grabbed their Pump Shotguns.

"The DEA are onto us! How did these fools know we were doin' this shit?!" Rick questioned.

"There'll be time for questionin' that shit later, homie! First, we gotta clap all these fools and get our asses to safety!" Phil replied as the trio fought with the DEA. Then, once all the DEA agents were dead, the trio ran down an alleyway and stole a car. They got into it and drove off, trying to escape from the LSPD who was now on their tails.

"Lose the popo's, Rick! I don't want these fools showin' up on my doorstep!" Phil told Rick.

"I don't want these fools showin' up on my doorstep either, nigga! Lose 'em!" Little O added. Not too long after that, the boys lost the heat.

"Okay, we lost 'em. Let's go to the BJ Smith Recreational Center and split the profit of that drug deal between each other." Phil suggested as Rick began to drive there.

"Whew, that was some crazy shit, nigga." Rick remarked.

"Tell me about it, nigga. You think that transaction is now invalid 'cause we sold drugs to a dead man?" Little O asked.

"We'll tell the homie's people that he got killed after the transaction, we pay 'em the casualty expenses, and we should be fine, nigga. No worries." Phil assured him.

"They better not go and try to kill us for somethin' that ain't even our fault. I got too many plans for my criminal career to die now." Rick said before the trio arrived at the BJ Smith Recreational Center. They got out of the car and walked inside the building.

"A'ight, we made it, homies. Now let's split some profit." Phil said as the boys went inside. Rick soon walked back outside with $250K in his pocket. He got back in the car him, Little O and Phil stole and drove off.