Trevor's Missions

There's a new iFruit phone to come out, rumors of another war in the middle east, more starvation in Africa, but here I am, sitting in my trailer, wondering who's gonna do something about the Lost's new crystal factory on the other side of the Alamo Sea!! What? You are? Well, get to it and bring the crank to my yard!!

Okay, I don't have a patent, or copyright (don't understand difference between those, do you?), or an exclusive distribution contract, but ask anyone they'll tell you, I run the crank in the Alamo Sea. Really, ask 'em and if they tell you otherwise, I'll bury them to their neck in the desert. Where was this going? Oh yeah, rival dealers moving crystal, take 'em out and bring it here.

Our friend Ronald is getting increasingly agitated about Merryweather Security’s presence in the state, and a nervous Ron gets on my tits. Why don't you go to Sandy Shores Airfield, hack into the Merryweather Network, find their outposts and then take their choppers and blow 'em all to hell. Okay? Great!

You wanna help me to get a big shipment of weapons together for a contact of mine to take to Mexico? There's a slight chance they won't be used for something totally horrendous down there too. So we can all feel good about that. Weapons are with the Lost at the cement works in Harmony, buyer's waiting for whole consignment (whole consignment!!) at Catfish View boatyard.

Methamphetamine abuse musta really taken a hold in the Lost Motorcycle Club, 'cause some of the brother are stealing satellite dishes from the communications tower behind the Vinewood sign. Ol' Ron could use those dishes to pick up on Federal, lizard, and extra-terrestrial signals, so we need 'em more than they do. Leave the trailer they got loaded in my yard.

I wanna be good, I want people to say "there goes Trevor Philips. he cooks the best crystal in South Blaine County/North LS County region, and by best I mean only." Is that too much too ask? It appears to be, because the Lost have some industrial-style operation going in Great Chaparral! Shut it down, torch the big canisters they use, then bring me the last batch they cooked.

Slept with a cop last night. Woke up with handcuff marks, stubble burn, and intel on a raid they're doing on one of my labs. Dunno which one, but the chopper coordinating's coming in from the North East. Ron's setup some dune buggies at a good vantage point for you. Find the cops, take 'em out, and bring any equipment they appropriated.

We got intel on a shipment of diamonds moving through Paleto Bay. Ron's been looking for some rocks to focus a Lazer he's building to shoot down alien crafts, we could also just sell 'em. Either way, they're very important for the future of TP Inc. We'll pay well and fairly. There's a boat at the Paleto jetty you can use to get away.