Fake AH Crew Oneshots

One-shot #5

It was the day of their newest up-scale heist. There was a festival in the street, a heavy fog hung through the cold air and the new bank was finally open. Conditions were perfect.

Jeremy jogged nervously on the spot as his eyes darted to the others who were all relatively calm."Guys, not gonna lie, I am freaking the fuck out over here." 

"Jeremy, shut up, it may be your first heist but this shit is a breeze. Get in, get the money, bail." Michael explained, silently praying that this would work out. The last major heist they pulled left three of them severely injured with jack-all in cash. They could not fail again.

"Yeah, you're right. Simple." Jeremy replied, not making any indication that he would stop fidgeting.

Gavin barged into the room where the four of them sat on the lounge with Geoff behind the bar. "Got the all clear from the police. Most of the force is dispersed among the crowd to regulate any riots, the rest are dealing with a drug bust out of town. It's time to move."

Geoff grinned and moved out into the open. "Nice one, but I'd still like to know your source, check if they're reliable-"He began before Gavin quickly cut him off.

"Not happening, sorry." The Brit shrugged and pulled his United flag backpack on. He was the leader today, and that meant that he was not to be questioned. Geoff sighed and fell back onto the couch with the others, Jack patting his shoulder reassuringly. Gavin was the wild card, and as much as they tried, his crew would never be able to put their full confidence in him, especially when he was withholding information.

Gavin clapped his hands together and everyone stood to attention. "Quick recap. Jack and Ryan are to enter the bank disguised as civilians. Michael then enters and pops some heads as Ryan hacks into the computers. Jack and me will then get the money from the safe while Jeremy watches the door for the inevitable police showdown. Geoff brings the getaway vehicle to the side exit where we deposit the cash and bail. Meet up at Chiliad if things go south, otherwise just head to the safehouse." 

"Why the fuck am I the driver?" Geoff interjects, clearly annoyed. 

Gavin sighed in annoyance. He just wanted everything to go well. "Because you scoped the bank out last week and if they have any record of your face, the whole thing falls to shit." The usual leader muttered incoherently yet said nothing in defense. Gavin glared at everyone else, challenging them to question him. It wasn't often that he was so serious, but he knew the danger of this heist and that it needed perfect cohesion to pull it off. After he determined that everyone else was on board, he turned to address Ryan.

However before he said anything, Jack spoke up instead. "Ryan, you can't wear your mask in there, or your face paint, or your jacket." The blonde smirked at his words and raised his hands. 

"You think I cant handle showing my face?" He raised an eyebrow and with the same amused expression, he left Geoff's apartment, heading towards his own to presumably change.

"Well, I'll use that as the cue for all of you to get ready. Meet me at the elevator in ten." He pushed his golden glasses in front of his eyes and left the modern apartment in favour of his own. He ignored the chatter from behind him and closed the door on the four remaining Fakes.

He entered his own room and poured a scotch to calm his growing nerves. In his backpack that already housed his mask and pistol, he added a shotgun, an SMG, spare ammo and a roll of bandages. He put the earpiece in his pocket and downed the rest of the scotch, needing to move faster. He threw off his shirt and pulled on some body-armour before doing up his signature blue button-down. After checking for messages from Meg on any last minute changes, he placed his phone in his pocket in case shit hits the fan and he needs to call Team B for reinforcement. It was time.