I have no idea why I’m posting this, but enjoy anyway. Warning for some brief violence and also some blood.
Geoff has known Gus since they were kids. Both had grown up in the system, sharing a few dozen foster parents before ultimately getting shoved out into the world at eighteen. When they realized ‘real jobs’ weren’t for them, they started conning the elderly out of their pension checks (something Gus got freakishly good at) before going their separate ways (Geoff wanted to try robbing banks while Gus stuck with the con business), but they kept in touch regularly and would borrow out their crew if the other needed extra help.
isn’t sure who’s running with Gus these days, but whoever they are
clearly can’t be trusted with this job. It’s one of Gus’ downfalls,
being unable to put up with people long enough to trust them to stay
on his crew long term. In fact, if he had his way, Gus would have
been his own crew, but even he knew he couldn’t do everything by
himself. It’s not from lack of trying either.
least you’re here on time,” Gus says the moment Geoff gets out of
the car. He’s leaning against the wall to his bar, arms crossed, a
crate sitting next to his feet. It looks like weapons, but with Gus
it could be anything. “Who’d you bring? Heckle and Jekyll?”
har,” Geoff retorts sarcastically, lightly kicking the crate. “What
kick it,” Gus scolds, pushing away from the wall. “There’s enough
explosives in there to take out this street corner.”
Christ!” Geoff jumps back, eyeing the crate warily. “Who the fuck
are you dealing with?”
not important,” Gus states, gesturing for Ryan and Ray to take the
crate to the car. “And be careful,” he snaps at them when they
pick it up, struggling under the weight. Geoff rushes ahead of them,
opening the trunk, and backs up so they can set the crate down in the
the fuck is in that thing?” Ray asks, winded, glaring at
the crate like it had wronged him.
bombs,” Ryan replies before Geoff can, rolling his shoulders.
you know that how?”
quirks an eyebrow and smirks but doesn’t reply, closing the trunk. He
can be really creepy sometimes, something everyone in the crew has
pointed out on more than one occasion, but Geoff’s gotten to the
point where he’d rather see Ryan be this kind of creepy instead of
the standing over his bed with a knife kind of creepy.
me when you get there,” Gus says when Geoff returns to his side,
handing over a piece of paper with an address written on it, “just
so I know you haven’t blown yourselves up.”
mean it, that shit’s expensive.”
a real friend, Sorola,” Geoff mutters under his breath, heading
back towards the car.
waves his hand dismissively, disappearing back into his bar, and
Geoff snorts, sliding behind the wheel. He waits for Ryan and Ray to
get back in the car before starting it, pulling out of his spot. Ray
leans forward from the backseat, fiddling with the radio, flipping
is crap,” he declares after a beat, turning the radio off, falling
back in his seat.
didn’t even listen to any of the music,” Ryan argues, glancing back
at him, amusement flickering in his eyes.
crap,” Ray insists, pulling his hood up, crossing his arms and
closing his eyes. “Wake me when we get there.”
Geoff says, shoving the address Gus gave him at Ryan. “Punch that
in the GPS when we get back to Los Santos.”
looks down at the address, reading it carefully, and asks, “Who
needs this much explosives?”
you,” Geoff mutters, earning him a glare from the man sitting next
to him. “I don’t know. Gus’s usual MO are cons, but lately he’s
been sorta a go between for criminals. Anything not strictly legal
that’s coming into or out of Los Santos goes through him first.”
dangerous.” A feral grin appears on Ryan’s face and Geoff rolls his
it’s also stupid. Anyone could gun for him at any given time, but he
seems content with doing it. I’d feel better if he had people
watching his back.” Actually, Geoff would feel better if Gus would
just go back to doing cons. He’s less likely to end up with a bullet
to the head.
all criminals, Geoff,” Ryan points out, sounding a little
distracted, his eyes on the passenger side mirror, “we’re all gotta
settles in Geoff’s stomach. “What?”
Ryan looks up, turning his attention to Geoff. “Nothing.”
eyes back on the mirror, eyebrows furrowed, Ryan absentmindedly nods.
shoots him several furtive looks, hoping to get some sort of
explanation as to why he’s acting weirder than usual, but Ryan stays
quiet. He also put his mask on, and Geoff would really like to
know where the fuck he had been hiding that because it’s too hot for
jackets and Ryan’s jeans pockets are not big enough.
Geoff thinks, deciding he does not want to know after all.
rolls down the window just as someone rear ends them, sending the car
jolting forward, startling Ray awake. Geoff glances in the rear view
mirror, his eyes widening when he sees the black van on his ass.
the fuck did that come
from!” he screams, pressing the gas pedal nearly to the floor when
bullets start peppering his bumper.
keep driving,” Ryan responds in an eerily calm voice, climbing out
of the car, perching on the edge of the windowsill. His gun is in his
hands, his thumb flicking the safety off, and he looks like he’s
about to do some major damage. He’s also out of his goddamn mind and
Geoff wants nothing more than to reach over and yank him back into
the car, but he can’t do that and keep them on the road, so he lets
Ryan do what Ryan does best.
on a murder break, you dumbass!” Geoff reminds him, instinctively
ducking when another spray of bullets hits his car.
don’t intend to kill anyone,” Ryan shouts back before firing a shot
at the van.
that a Lost van?” Ray asks, reality finally catching up to him, his
head down so he doesn’t get shot.
“Thought Phillips took care of that gang,” Geoff says, swerving to avoid
hitting a Station Wagon, wincing when Ryan shouts in surprise.
he missed a couple,” Ryan replies, taking another shot, spider
webbing the van’s windshield. “And fuck you!”
well there’s sorry and then there’s…” Ryan trails off into a hiss
of pain seconds before plummeting from the car window.
Geoff and Ray scream, the latter scrambling into the front seat. It
takes some fast acting on Geoff’s part to keep Ray from diving out of
the window after Ryan, dragging him back into the seat with one hand,
trying desperately to keep the car on the road with the other.
the wheel,” he shouts after Ray stops struggling, pulling his
pistol from the holster hidden beneath his suit jacket.
take the fucking wheel!” Geoff repeats and rolls the window down.
He waits until Ray has his hand on the wheel before letting go,
pulling himself up on the windowsill like Ryan had done. He ducks
quickly, narrowly avoiding a bullet, and points his gun at the van.
He takes a breath, trying not to think about the sticky bombs in the
trunk, or the fact that one of his guys is probably a red stain on
the road, and fires.
He hits the tire, sending the van spinning and some quick maneuvering has
them coming to a complete stop on the side of the road. Geoff pushes
himself back into the car, slamming on the breaks, skidding to a halt
in the middle of the highway. Another car skids around them, having
to practically drive into the desert to avoid hitting them, the
driver still too freaked out about the gunfight to be angry.
is out of the car first, Geoff right on his heels, both opening fire
on the two bikers that scramble out of the van, taking them both down
before they could raise their weapons. Once they’re dead, Ray takes
off running in the direction Ryan had fallen, ignoring Geoff when he
calls after him.
Geoff chases after him, but both skid to a halt when a masked figure
limps towards them. He’s holding his side, blood soaking through his
t-shirt and jeans, one of his shoes missing. Geoff can’t help the
jolt of concern he feels when he sees Ryan stagger, but he keeps
going like nothing happened. It’s really only a matter of time
before he falls over.
“See, I didn’t kill anyone,” Ryan says once he’s within
hearing distance, his words sounding a little slurred, unfocused blue eyes looking between Geoff and Ray.
“You look half dead,” Geoff comments and Ray nods wordlessly.
“Still look better than you,” Ryan retorts, limping in the direction of the car.
“He’s got you there,” Ray agrees shakily, trying for casual but not quite pulling it off. He also looks like he’s about two seconds away from rushing to Ryan’s side, but he’s fighting the impulse, knowing his help probably wouldn’t be appreciated. Getting shot out of a car couldn’t have done much for Ryan’s pride, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, and having to lean on anyone would be like putting salt into a fresh wound.
“Just get in the car,” Geoff grumbles, moving back towards the car. He points a finger at Ryan and warns, “You die on the way home, I’m leaving you on the side of the road.”