Fake AH Crew Oneshots

One-shot #1

An explosion rocked through the underground tunnel as a motorcycle smashed against the concrete wall. Cheers rang out through the air as the two man who had bailed from the bike last minute celebrated their survival.

"Nice landing, Gavin." The man with light brown hair and leather jacket proudly put an arm over his lanky, British companion who had navigated the bike.

"Cheers Michael," he smiled, relieved. "You got the mulla?" Gavin watched as the shorter man's face slowly fell from one of joy to horror.

"I thought you had it?"

In unison they both slowly turned their heads towards the fiery wreck of the destroyed bike. Sitting in the middle, barely visible through the black smoke, was a large bag that held thousands of dollars; today's payoff.

Geoff was going to be pissed.

"I blame you," Michael said, backing away from his companion in a joking manner.

"But Michael." Sirens were starting to sound off nearby. Either the cops had tracked them down or someone called in an accident. Whichever it was, they needed to leave.

"Whatever man, we gotta bail." Michael jumped in the way of a car that was slowly driving past the two and expertly ripped the driver from his seat. Gavin sighed. No one in Low Santos seemed to lock their doors. It was like it was an insult to the Fake AH Crew name.

Jumping in the passenger seat, the buttoned up shirt that Gavin wore started to smoke before Michael warned him.

"You know you're on fire?" He let out a low chuckle as the mindless Brit batted at the flames in a desperate urge not to be burnt. Whenever those two got together there was bound to be something aflame. Team Nice Dynamite, a suitable title for the insane pairing of a firebug and a scientist.

The trip past in relative peace. The two lost the force in the chaos of the tunnel and headed back the long way to the penthouse where their boss, Geoff Ramsey, awaited their arrival. They had yet to tell him of the mission failure but hey, it was only a small job anyway. Next week would fix any expenses wasted here today anyway.

The city always calmed Michael, growing up in Jersey, he was used to the rush and noise that came with a large population, but Los Santos had something special. That's why he decided to stay all those years ago.

They pulled into the apartment building's car park and threw a wad of cash at the valet, not to park the car, but to remain silent. Many of the employees in this building knew of who resided in the luxurious top floor, but an anonymous amount of money that made it into their bank account every week proved to keep them quite loyal and quiet in face of the police.

"I already told you, I'm not saying shit to Geoff, that's all on you." Michael and Gavin argued loudly in the elevator up to the penthouse where the crew of 6 permanently resided with often visitations of their subordinates. Particularly Lindsay, wife of Michael and expert get-away driver. "I'm going to chill with Lindsay, good luck boy."

And with that, Michael exited the opening elevator door and took a hard right to his personal apartment, leaving Gavin alone to face the boss. It wasn't that he was scared of Geoff, quite the opposite in fact.

Geoff was the kind of man that treated his gang like family. No man left behind. He sent these two out alone because he knew of their capabilities, yet Gavin swallowed hard, knowing he failed him this time.

With a deep breath, he pressed the code into the large, metal door and promptly entered, knowing that Geoff would be waiting.

Sure enough, just as the door had opened up enough for Gavin to slip through, Geoff was already upon him, wrapping one arm around Gavin's shoulders and the other holding a gin and tonic. "Lost the money?"

Gavin looked up to other man, taking in his curled moustache, suit and bowtie. He gave an apologetic smile to which Geoff only shook his head in understanding. Gavin quickly changed the topic. "You, uh, going out?" He asked, gesturing to the formal attire.

Geoff smirked. "Got myself another date with the lovely Griffon." He said smugly, pulling on his jacket. Upon Gavin's confused expression, he elaborated. "She works at Ammu-Nation, been dealing secretly to us behind her bosses back. I think she has a real future ahead of her. But hey, let's just keep this between us until I know we can trust her, okay? "

Gavin nodded and wished him good luck, letting out a sigh of relief when Geoff exited the room with no further questions on the job. They were in the clear again.

He shook his head and exited Geoff's lush apartment to go into his own, much smaller yet still as exquisite room right next door.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled out his phone, seeing he had a new email. He opened it up and stretched out on his couch, pulling his signature golden glasses off to reveal his curious green eyes.

He read the name of the sender: Megan Turney, LSPD, Junior Detective.

Yeah, Geoff wasn't the only one with a hidden bird. Gavin smirked and typed out a reply for her request of a meeting. This was going to be good.