ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

The Chase

WORDS: 1225

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

GENERAL SETTING: LOS SANTOS

CHARACTERS/PEOPLE MENTIONED: SOME OF THE BBS, SOME OF THE GBG

=3rd pov=

'The Informant Is Dead'

Who knew 4 words could cause such damage. The words meant different things for different people. When a group, more specifically a Gang had been told this, they were beyond pissed. That informant had been the only thing that was keeping them up to date with security measures at local banks, police patrols, and other things that would get in their way for a successful heist. 

"The informant is dead" Erin said. The warehouse they were standing in had been abandoned long ago, it became the base of a smaller gang that worked on more under-the-radar things. She walked around the first floor of the medium-sized building picking up papers that had been thrown about. "What? What happened?" A certain owl masked man asked watching as Erin put the last of the papers on the table. "You remember (C/N), Right?" Erin said taking her black squared glasses off their face to rub the bridge of her nose. The masked man nodded and Erin continued. "They went rogue. Killed the informant out of spite and ran off. I would love to find them and ask them why they did it but I'm not exactly in the best condition for that." Erin said, Gesturing to the brace she wore on her knee and her bandaged foot. "I messed up my knee and rolled my ankle a few weeks back. Apparently, I sprained my foot. Now it's difficult to walk."

Vanoss looked at the ground, thinking. "Any idea where they might be?" He asked. "No idea. But I do know that they go to the same marketplace on 23rd street every Saturday around 2. They may be smart, but they're predictable." Erin said. "We'll get them." Looking at Vanoss she smiled. "Really?" "Of course. You've helped us so much might as well return the favor." Erin smiled slightly and nodded.

The next Saturday, Three people wandered around the marketplace looking at the different things that had been set up for sale. Soaps, clothes, small clay animal statues, fruits, veggies, the whole nine yards. Looking back at the photo he had given to the other two, he scanned the marketplace for a match. "Anything yet?" Asked the dirty blond looking around. "Nothing yet, just keep looking," Vanoss said. Then someone bumped into him. Looking over he saw someone with the hood of a grey hoodie that had a circle on it, a symbol in the middle was a skull in crosshairs, a bullet going through the back, the text around the edges said 'DEADSHOT DAQUARI SODA' in bold yellow letters. They kept their head down as they mumbled out an apology and kept walking. Glancing back he saw them running away, only looking over their shoulder once. 

It was them.

Everything matched up. The (h/l) (h/c) hair, the (e/c) eyes, and the (s/t) skin. Realizing what they might have done, he patted down his pockets, finding a small device he recognized. It was something Erin had made. A small device that could cause a small explosion to happen. Nothing fatal, but it would hurt like hell and make you unable to run if it hit your leg. Right as he tossed it as hard as he could, it went off, a scream coming from a few feet away. Shouting to his friends he started a chase. "That's them! Don't let them get away, let's go!" He said taking out a pistol and cocking it as he ran. Rather than his usual red jacket, today he wore a black hoodie. Pulling his mask out of the hood he put it on and kept up the chase. People running out of the way as his friends followed him already having their masks on and guns out.

They kept running as the 3 of them slowly caught up. They turned down an alleyway, snatching something off of some crates at the entrance to said alley. When Vanoss caught up, he almost immediately had to move out of the way as a hellcat sped past him, its black and red metallic finish speeding by as they wore a black motorcycle helmet that had a tinted visor. Speaking into his earpiece, he shouted to the other people on the comms. "In pursuit. Target is riding a black and red hellcat motorcycle with a black helmet and is wearing a grey hoodie down near 23rd street," He said as he heard the sound of a car revving its engine on the other end. "Team Kryoz and Smii7y are on it!" Smii7y said as he drove out of the alley he and his friend were previously hiding in as someone on a bike matched that description drove past them.

Speeding down the streets of Los Santos, the two vehicles pursued each other, the hellcat bike making random turns as the black ocelot pariah kept up. Everything seemed to be going well before the hellcat started to sputter. The one fatal mistake they had made was that they forgot gas, the one crucial thing that made the bike run. Eventually, they skidded into an alley as the bike's engine stopped. The Ocelot that was persuing them stopped in front of the alleyway, making a barricade so they couldn't get out. Getting out of the car, Smii7y pointed a gun at them as they silently put their hands up in surrender. "On the ground, hands up!" He said as they started to lie down, before pulling out a pistol and getting ready to shoot. A silent shot rang out, but Smii7y didn't feel anything. Looking at the person in front of him, they were dead. 

Wait.

 Not dead, but unconscious.

Turning to the side, he saw his partner holding a tranquilizer gun aimed at the now unconscious person lying on the ground. Smiling at him, he spoke. "Thanks, man, saved my ass," Smii7y said. They both stared at each other for a moment before they both spoke at the same time.

"You have Bear Fists?"

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=your pov=

Blinking slightly, you adjusted your eyes to the lighting around you it was darker than the last time you were awake. Attempting to move your arms and legs you found they wouldn't budge. Glancing down, you saw your legs tied to a chair. Looking around, you saw you were in a cement room with a few small windows close to the top of the walls.

Your first thought was 'basement.'

Looking over as you heard a door open, you heard a set of footsteps come down from some stairs, which you could now see from the door at the top of them that let light in. The door shut behind whoever came downstairs, and it was almost completely dark again. You heard something being pulled, a few small clicks, before a light came on overhead, revealing who had come down the stairs. It was none other than the owl masked leader himself. "Evening, (Y/n). I've got a few questions to ask you." He said as you heard the clicking of a gun. "Tell me, why did you kill the informant?"

Vanoss was surprised when you let out a chuckle, looking up at him. "I should be asking you the same thing," You said with a smirk on your face. "What are you talking about?" He said.

"Because I didn't kill no fuckin' informant."

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Cliffhanger kinda? part 2 soon!