It was supposed to be an easy mark, but nothing was ever easy. Didn't matter if he was back in the Zabokar militia fighting for a cause not worth dying for or being a mercenary being shat on by everyone richer than you that could order you around on lethal missions - the one constant Trevor could count on was that shit would always hit the fan. Nothing perfectly planned ever went perfect. It was a shitshow from start to finish. The deal went bust the moment the Livarnu regiment showed up. It didn't matter however, he got the money he came here for. He was going to shoot his way out and he already had an ace up his sleeve that he told nobody about: a sniper friend whom he procured during his final foray into Zabokar. He'd have some cover fire to make good his escape. He needed funds to secure his new place in this ever-changing world thanks to Taylor Renee and damned if he was going to die bleeding out in a fucking gutter.
