fahc trevor and alfredo who look pretty much exactly alike
to the point where it genuinely terrifies other gangs, like, imagine you’re in a gunfight in a warehouse and you shoot a guy in the arm and he goes down, spitting expletives and threats
and you turn and run out of the warehouse and get maybe a block away and suddenly the same fucking guy comes around a corner at you, except now there’s no gunshot wound and he’s got fire in his eyes
trevor and alfredo who play this up with unbridled joy. they’ll wear the same outfits. someone will call one of their names and the other will answer. sometimes even the crew gets tripped up.
geoff has to do post-heist headcounts twice, never implicitly sure whether he counted two heads or the same one twice.
there’s a murmur of a rumor on the streets about a guy in the fake ah crew who moves so fast it’s like he’s in two places at once. trevor and alfredo hear about it and grin in unsettling tandem.