"All right guys, we have one shot at this, don't fuck this up!" Geoff says to his fellow colleagues. "Could you please repeat it?" Gavin says, everyone doing a face palm. "All right, again for the last fucking time, Gavin and Ray will enter onto the train by foot, giving us a location of the train. Ryan and Michael will wait by the tunnel on the east side of Los Santos, waiting for the train to pass by."
"They will jump on the freight, open it up, check if the goods are in, and alert the air team. The air team is Jack and I. We will pick up the cargo in a cargobob and fly it to Mount Chiliad. Everyone else will help defend the helicopter from oncoming attacks, as there will be another team in the air, and that will be Gavin and Ray. After Michael and Ryan pinpoint the cargo, you guys will jump off and call in a helicopter pilot we have in reserve. His name is Flynt, he will be fine. Once all of you secure the score, we can split it six ways and we go from there, done as dicks."
----- A Few Moments Later-----
A six man car rolls from the garage in Eclipse Towers. Michael is driving the "Achievement Mobile". It is an Albany Roosevelt, and is actually a four seater car, with rails near the back. Gavin and Ray hang on to the rails for dear life as the car makes intense turns through Los Santos, even going up a bit when going downhill. Gavin and Ray are dropped off in the Davis area, almost near Grove Street. They walk to the nearest train tracks and wait. The car drives off into the distance, disappearing from sight.
"How long do you think this train will come?" says Ray as he lights up a joint. "Beats me, could be ages before we get on this flippin' thing!" They wait for a while before a conversation turns up again. "Want a puff?" "Nah, I don't want to." "Come on man, it makes you...." WOOT! WOOT!
A train comes into view of the two companions. "Ready to be set for life Gav?" "You know it!" The train passes by like a sudden blur and the two friends jump on to the bucket in the middle. Gavin gets up in a rush takes out his phone and calls Michael. "Rimgar is in the minge, I repeat! Rimgar is in the Ming!"
----- Meanwhile on top of the tunnel near East Los Santos -----
"THE RIMGAR IS IN THE MINGE, THE RIMGAR IS IN THE MING" screams Gavin into Michael's ear. "Ok mah boi, sit tight, we got this!"
Ryan and Michael are sit upon a rock that sort of overlooks the tunnel, near the little concrete lip at the entrance of the tunnel. Ryan sits on the rock, admiring his rifle with a very lustful glare. "What the fuck are you doing?" says Michael. "Cleaning my trusty gun! Edgar the XVII. Isn't he just lovely?" Ryan says, hugging the gun. "Just, don't fuck this..... wait a minute, I hear a train coming." Both of them stand up and look down to see the train. It whizzes past them, almost like a strong breeze. They jump on to one of the freight crates and proceed to open them up one by one.
Ray and Gavin are stationed in the middle, keeping eye for any cops. Ryan and Michael breach the top of each freight crate they come across, until they reach one at the very back, "This is it, ready to check the score?" "You know it!" Shouts back Michael. They breach it and find a big vault in the corner, with a few crates of guns. "Damn, what's in here?" Ryan opens a crate up and finds a carbine rifle, along with an automatic shotgun. "THIS IS IT!" Ryan yells. Michael calls Geoff and says "We have teased it, we have teased the prize to the claw, sir."
----- In the air -----
"Ok Mogar, we will proceed on to your positions." Geoff and Jack fly to where the package is, which is near an Ammu-Nation and convenient store. "We can't land properly, we need a better position!" says Jack into Michael's headset. The train keeps going until it comes to a sudden stop at an oil facility. Cop cars are coming from all directions. Michael and Ryan take position to where Gavin and Ray were before they bailed off the train for their transport.
From the cargobob, the sounds of gun fire and explosions can't be good, so they fly lower to see what they can do. When they lowered down, what they saw was a battlefield. Cop cars formed together to make a barricade, SWAT vans set a blaze from the explosives used. Bullets whiz by one partucular bucket in the train, the bucket Ryan and Michael are in. Jack turns Geoff's side to the cops and Geoff opens fire with his light machine gun. All the police force concentrate fire from the bucket to the Cargobob. The cargobob lowers onto the freight, with Geoff opening fire to the cops. "This is as low as I can get without crashing! Someone attach the hook to the freight!" Yells Jack to the two fighters in the train. Ryan, without thinking, runs up on to the train, running to the last freight.
Ryan manages to attach the hook to the freight before he is shot in the shoulder, causing him to fall off the train. Michael provides cover fire for the chopper before getting off of the train, checking to see if Ryan is OK. With the sound of marching police men nearing, he checks Ryan's pulse. "Alive" Michael thinks to himself. A bullet whizzes past Michael's head as he gets up. He runs towards the water, bullets flying left and right. He gets shot in the leg, slowing himself down. He finds a boat in the water. Just then, a bullet passes through his arm.
Michael, light headed, rushes to the boat, managing to make a getaway. The cops start shooting at the boat, but with no luck hitting him. The police head back to check on Ryan. They figure out he is still alive and take him into custody.
----- Paleto Bay -----
Michael, all shot up, manages to make it to the other side. He drives to the beach, ruining a day for everyday beach goers. He falls off the boat, landing on his back, causing the sand and water around him to turn a very crimson color. He limps to his car, which is parked around here, as he lives in this area. Michael starts his car and rides off to the Mount Chiliad trail.
----- Mount Chiliad -----
"Where are they? They should be here by now." Geoff asks the group, looking at his watch. "I don't know, but I hope mah boi is alright," Gavin says with a slight whimper. Ray looks over the train car balcony with his binoculars."There! I see a chrome Adder coming by this way, that is definitely Michael."
Jack and Ray unload the freight crate. It had two safes and a good few weapon crates. Michael rides up the hill and opens the door. Just as he gets out, he falls over. Gavin runs over to Michael and helps him up. "Micoo, are you ok?" "I'm fine boi, I just need a rest." Michael coughs a little bit. "Where is Ryan?" Geoff inquires. "Captured likely, but please, I want to lay down." The remaining group packs whatever they have onto their vehicles and go their own ways, Geoff taking Ryan's cut.
----- Bolingbroke Penitentiary -----
"We have him in custody sir, but it isn't the one you want." Says a police officer. "Doesn't matter, as long as he is part of that gang, he is a threat to all of us, even the me." says the mysterious man.
The two officers walk into a room, in which Ryan stares at both of them in a bloodshot glare, moving around in his straitjacket, but no avail, as he is strapped to the chair. "We have some questions to ask you, Mr. Haywood."
"Who are you?" says Ryan with a very hostile tone.
"Since you don't know me, I must introduce myself, my name is Flynt. Flynt Coal."
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Fake AH Crew: Adventures in Los Santos and Blaine County
FanficIn a city of mainstream chaos and such, there is only one gang that can distract us from our everyday lives. That gang is the Fake AH Crew. Note: Please leave some feedback on what I should improve upon, kind of new to this. Also, props to Chloecann...