Prompt: The FAHC and Fakehaus end up planning the same exact heist. Same building, same day, same time
Thank you so, so, so much anon for including Fakehaus in this. I’ve been wanting to write a Fakehaus story for so long, but I couldn’t decide on a plot. I really hope you enjoy this:
Two weeks, three days, six hours, and fifty-seven (no fifty-eight) minutes of planning went into this heist. Geoff slept a grand total of fifteen hours during that time, perfecting every single detail, making sure his crew had the best chance of making it out of this heist with their lives. Literal blood, sweat, and tears went into this job, even a little bit of drool when he passed out on the bank schematics. So much planning, so much time, so much coffee, and here he is, standing on the roof of the bank at gun point, his own gun pointed right back at Bruce Greene.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
What were the goddamn odds that his crew and Fakehaus would try to rob the exact same bank on the exact same day at the exact same time? It’s not really likely, and Geoff would have suggested a mole had he not trusted his crew implicitly.
“Rob another bank,” Geoff yells at him, gesturing wildly with his gun. “Any goddamn bank! Fuck, go to Los Venturas if you have to! This one is ours!”
“Fuck you, we got here first,” Bruce shouts back.
“Well, we’re not leaving!”
“We’re not leaving either!”
“Nobody likes a stubborn asshole!”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
“Guys, can we hurry this up? Cops are on their way,” Michael calls from across the rooftop, the rest of Fake AH and Fakehaus standing behind him, the unmistakable sound of sirens wailing in the distance.
Bruce sighs heavily, lowering his gun, and grumbles, “This isn’t over, Ramsey.”
“You’re fucking right it’s not,” Geoff agrees, stashing his gun inside his suit jacket pocket. “Let’s go,” he calls to his crew and Bruce does the same, following him towards the ladder on the side of the bank leading down onto the street.
Once on the ground, the two crews split up, barely avoiding a confrontation with Los Santos’ finest.
Bruce will be the first to admit, his crew doesn’t exactly plan their heists. They generally have a vague idea of what job they want to do, Lawrence gets a hold of some schematics so they have enough knowledge of the location, and they assign jobs on the way. Some may call them impulsive, others stupid, but it’s worked for them so far so who is he to argue.
He’s not counting on Fake AH showing up at the jewelry store, but there they are, parked right outside, getting ready to come inside. Bruce backs away from the window, turning to face Adam and James, and says, “Grab as much as you can. We gotta move.”
“Why?” Adam asks curiously as James crosses the room to look out the window through the blinds Bruce had lowered when they first walked into the store, swearing under his breath.
“Fake AH,” James replies before Bruce can, letting the blinds snap back into place.
“Exactly,” Bruce says and the three of them begin shoving diamonds and jewelry into the sacks they had brought with them.
Thirty seconds later, Bruce is saluting the store clerk as he and his boys duck out the back, narrowly missing FAH’s entrance, but before the door closes behind Bruce he hears Geoff yell, “Not fucking again!”
Geoff looks up from his phone when he hears the door open, watching as Bruce walks across the room. He sits down across from him, eyeing him warily. “Truce?”
“Truce,” Geoff concedes after a brief pause, putting his phone away. He leans back in his chair, studying Bruce for a long moment, before asking, “Can we agree that something needs to be done?”
“We could,” Bruce replies slowly, cautiously. “Depends on what that something is.”
Geoff leans forward, steepling his fingers under his chin. “Team up?”
“Team up?” Bruce repeats, eyebrows shooting up into his hair line. He snorts when Geoff nods, frowning. “I’m sure that’ll go over nicely.”
“Please, if you don’t think our crews aren’t secretly friends behind our backs you’re as dumb as you look.” Geoff shrugs casually, gesturing around him. “What’s a little team up gonna hurt?”
“Who’s to say you aren’t gonna betray us?”
“Who’s to say you won’t betray us?” Geoff retorts and Bruce huffs, but nods, clearly agreeing with Geoff’s assessment. “C’mon, aren’t you getting tired of not finishing a job because we keep showing up? I know I sure fucking am.”
Bruce chews over Geoff’s argument for a long moment before nodding. “Alright, but one condition. Even split on whatever we get.” He holds out his hand, waiting patiently for Geoff’s answer.
After a short pause, Geoff sighs, shaking Bruce’s hand. “Alright, asshole. You got a deal.”
“Good, because I have a job in mind…”