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"Mini!" Barks a thick accent, and Craig pushes his chair from his computer desk before scrambling to his feet. "Uh, yeah?" He asks, and a tall man walks in before chuckling lightly at Craig's ruffled appearance. "I have some bad news." He man suddenly sighs, and Craig tilts his head slightly. "What's wrong, Nogla?" He asks, and David rubs his face. "Droidd. He got shot Craig." He sighs, and Craig cups a hand over his mouth. "But it's not that." David then goes cold again, refusing to show emotion. "What do you mean, it's not that?! Arlan is dead!" Craig growls, and David easily towers over the smaller man. "Shut up." He growls, and Craig's jaw shuts tightly. "Thank you."
"Now, because Droidd is dead, you need to take his place. We're robbing Pacific West tomorrow." David says sternly. "You're kidding me! I've never shot a gun!" Craig almost whines, and David rolls his eyes. "I'll get Lui to show you. Now gear up and find a gun that fits your hands before tomorrow or you'll get shot." David says rather rudely, and Craig swallows hard. "Got it." He responds shakily, and David nods before leaving the room and going somewhere else in the hidden building.
Craig gulps and wipes furiously at his eyes, settling into his seat again. "Oh god..." He groans, settling his head in his hands. "Arlan.."
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"Hey Tyler! Meeting room!" Evan calls out, and Tyler rolls his eyes. He stands up with a sigh, grabbing his gun and walking to the next room. "What now?" He asks, and Brock giggles. "The other gang is robbing P west." Delirious explains, and Tyler huffs. "And?" And asks, and Brian snickers. "We want you to capture one. For randsom." Evan explains, and Tyler huffs. "Of course. Pick the tall guy." He groans, and everyone snickers. "We're picking the scary guy." Evan huffs, and Tyler sneers. "Yeah yeah. Get the guns, all that shit." Tyler huffs, marching out of the room.
He hears snickers and hushed tones behind him, but he just rolls his eyes. Tyler steps into the weapon room, humming in approval as he picks up a rifle and slings it over his shoulder. He loads his belt with two pistols, strapping an ammo clip to his belt loop.
"Alright boys, let's play."
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The robbery went to shit before it even started. David had spotted a rival gangs leader and tried to leave but by then they had started their own robbery and everyone was stuck. The orders were toss any weapons or phones, lay on your stomachs, and stay quiet. This gang was bigger and faster then Craig's, moving more fluently and together. There was one man who was ridiculously tall and poker faced, not hesitating once with his finger on the trigger. Craig was terrifed of him.
The man caught Craig staring and smirked before aiming his gun, making Craig curse under his breath. "Vanoss!" The man shouts, and another masked man glances over before sharply nodding and helping another crack open the vault. "Stand up, shorty." The man orders, flicking his gun at Craig. Craig hears David curse, but shakily stands as his knees wobble. "You sure he's in a gang Vanoss?" The man asks, and 'Vanoss' nods again. Tyler, the man aiming at Craig, rolls his eyes and motions for Craig to come closer, smirking as nervous light dances in Craig's eyes.
"Get down." Tyler says sternly, watching Craig drop to his knees before turning on the ball of his own feet and aiming at the doors with a pistol. "Delirious. Brock." Tyler growls under his breath, and the two others face the doors before the glass shatters and police men swarm the area. "Don't." Tyler says sternly as Delirious' finger twitches the slightest bit on the trigger. Tyler smirks cockily before swinging the rifle over his own shoulder and filling three police men full of buckshot, ears not even rining as the other seven are shot and killed. "Hurry up with that vault!" Tyler barks, and you can hear Evan's exasperated tone. "Just filling the bags!" He calls out, and Tyler grabs Craig's arm roughly and yanks him to his feet. "Get moving." Tyler says, aiming a pistol at Craig's head and a second at the door.
Craig's eyes flit around the room, passerbys whimpering and crying, broken glass and signs, and his fellow gang members cussing as he takes a shaky step forwards. Tyler shoves on Craig's back to speed him up, and Craig falls forwards before cutting his hands on broken glass. "Get up, it's only a cut." Tyler scowls, and Craig doesn't want a bullet in his head so he keeps moving. "U-Uh, wh-where a-are w-we g-going?" Craig stutters as he blinks against the sun. "Places." Tyler grumbles, opening the back of one of those white kidnapper vans. "Get in, shorty. Long ride." Tyler grumbles, and Craig warily climbs into the back of the truck full of guns.
"Tempting, I know." Tyler scoffs as Craig looks at the weapons then Tyler. But Tyler is fast to move, and Craig's hands are zip-tied behind his back and a clorophorm cloth is pressed to his face. "Night night." Tyler smirks before Craig promptly passes out.
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Soft - BoyxBoy
Fanfiction"Even the coldest people were once as soft as water." Tyler 'Wildcat' joined a gang when he was only fifteen to escape his broken home life. At the age of the twenty-six, the man has already killed hundreds in raids, robberies, and cross-fires. Afte...
