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Chapter I: "I'm the bumblebee, Bitch!"

The smoke dangled from his lips. It was bland, but that is what he got for buying the cheapest pack he could find. Fiddling with the radio to look busy, he let out a slow breath, peering over the edge of his sunglasses he watched Jeremy casual step out of the store, a painted paper bag dangling from his hands. Their last heist had gone so well that they were immediately planning a new one. Well, they had been split into teams of two to scout out different locations. Par for the course it had been split into OG, consisting of Geoff and Jack. Nice dynamite, featuring Gavin and Michael, how the Jersey boy didn't kill the Brit he didn't fully understand. Of course, the battle buddies had been left to make up the last team, obviously he and Jeremy filled that category.

A passing LSPD cruiser caught his eye, and he nodded respectfully to the officer who had caught sight of him. The officer nodded back, even raising a hand in greeting as he drove by. Jeremy crawled into the car and Ryan pulled the smoke from between his lips, tapping the ashes out the window. He eyed up the bag the newest recruit was currently setting on the floor of the his passenger seat.

"Don't forget it." He mumbled, shifting the car into gear and checking his mirrors. The cruiser was at the light just a few feet away, so he eased into traffic at a normal speed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently.

"I won't" Jeremy sounded slightly confused and Ryan chuckled, something that seemed to quiet the boy right up. What had the others been telling him?

"I occasionally drive Gavin around. That idiot goes through so many cars we've all stopped loaning him ours. It's cheaper to just drive him around then let him crash your car. Or have it impounded when he pisses off the LSPD." His explanation was just ever so slightly clipped. They had been given their team name after the two of them had carried a heist on their own, Geoff had made some joke about them coming back valiant from a battle, Gavin had called them buddies. The outcome was moot. Flicking his signal on, he waited until the Zentorno was beyond view of the cruiser. Jerking the car out around the small coupe infront of him, slamming his foot down, the superclass vehicle sailed from zero to eighty almost instantly. The male in the passenger seat was grinning at the increased speed. "So what did we find out?"

"Oh! Yeah, security is pretty straightforward. Motion sensors on the doors, security system with a pin code. Sensored glass. Keys are kept in a safe in the back office, no visual confirmation but when she went to get the keys for this baby..." The man motions to the bag at his feet. "..it took her longer than it would have if she had just gone to a shelf of a lock box." He shrugged and leaned back. "Might be a bit much right now, unless Geoff wants to outsource again. Lindsay is out now, no way he is going to call her in and she was the only hacker good enough to do it."

Ryan weaved in and out of traffic, slipping up a side ramp, slowing slightly to take the turn before pressing the pedal down again. He admittedly had a lead foot. "Access from the rooftop, there is a backdoor as well, that would be the best entry point if Geoff decides he wants to risk it." A hacker would be an issue, they'd gotten use to Lindsay being around, she might not have been top tier, but she got them where they needed to be without fucking them over. The redhead wanted out though, after their last big cut, she had approached them all to tell them she was leaving the crew, she wanted to go straight for a while. He personally thinks she wanted to get away from Michael, the two had just split from a relationship. They'd never told anyone they were seeing each other, but he recognized the signs and even ran into them a few times, though he made sure they never really saw him. He didn't want to force them into opening up about their personal lives any more than needed.

His mind drifted to their last heist. His mess up with the C4 that had landed him in deep shit. Their mysterious savior.. Archangel. He slowed his car, turning into a darker alley, a gate closing behind the car. Driving halfway down the alley, the building opened up and he backed the car into one of the two empty spots on the left. The two slid out at the same time, even from here they could hear Gavin squawking at something Michael had done.