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[katastrofree]

The Siren Sings

I am apart of the Fake Ace Crew, a smaller group in the a big city.

Her Origins start here

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Fake Ace Crew 30 Day Challenge - Day 10 - A Prank.

Sometimes, the Fake Aces got caught. This was proven by their records within the LSPD database. Sometimes, they got caught but not arrested. They got out of it through some… unconventional means.

Maze Bank was surrounded by a dozen cops, all armed and ready to finally capture the Fake Aces. They stood silently, in waiting. Officer Luna stepped forward, megaphone in hand. He ignored his trembling hands as he lifted the megaphone to his mouth, “Alright! Fake Ace Crew! We know it’s you! Come out peacefully with your hands u-“ He was cut off as music started to play through the air, seeming to come from inside the Maze Bank and… the surrounding buildings? Wait, Officer Luna recognised this song… It was from Les Miserables wasn’t it?

The doors to Maze Bank opened and the police force took a united breath. “One day more,” What? “Another day, another destiny.” It was Tyler, she mostly made the weapons for the group but the Fake Aces decided to bring all hands on deck, it seems. “This never-ending road to Calvary; these men who seem to know my crime will surely come a second time. One day more!” The police stood by awestuck. Luna didn’t know whether it was because of stupidity or just amazement that the Fake Aces could sing.

Then next person out was Dana, hands up just like her previous crew member, “I did not live until today. How can I live when we are parted?” She walked over and placed a hand on Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler nodded, “One day more!”

The next person out was Gabriel and both she and Dana sung together, “One day more!”

Lana stepped out next, “One more day all on my own.” She walked a bit further away from where the other three were standing as Gabriel and Dana reached out towards her, “Will we ever meet again?”

Lana shook her head and turned away, “One more day with him not caring.”

With their hands moving in synch, Gabriel and Dana grasped their hands above them, “I was born to be with you.”

The Fake Ace stood alone hunched her shoulders, “What a life I might have known.”

Gabriel and Dana sung louder, “And I swear I will be true!”

Lana swung her hand out in a 80s cheesy air grab, “But he never saw me there!”

The next thing the police saw was a helicopter with Ray swinging from a rope ladder hanging out the door, he was also singing, “One more day before the storm!”

Dana reached up towards Ray, “Do I follow where he goes?”

Ray grinned and grasped Danas hand, “At the barricades of freedom.”

“Shall I join my brothers there?” Dana began to climb the rope ladder.

“When our ranks begin to form!” Ray moved over and reached a hand out to Tyler as Dana began to climb.

Tyler took his hand, “Do I stay; and do I dare?” She also began climbing.

Lana rushed over as Ray sang out, “Will you take your place with me?” Gabriel grabbed his hand and began climbing.

“The time is now, the day is here!”  They all sang together as Lana got into the rope ladder last and the helicopter began to fly away. “One day more!” Tyler sang loudly.

The news headlines the next day where amusing to both Charlie and Cotter as it described, with videos, of how the Fake Ace Crew escaped from the  flabbergasted police force as they sang a hit song from the musical Les Miserables.

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Day 5: An Officer

Sometimes he really wished he could say that he didn’t know what the inside of a police station looked like, but he had long since become familiar. As he sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair, metal cuffs around his slender wrists, a chain that snaked through a bar welded into the metal table, he thought about how much time had passed. Ten, maybe twenty minutes? He wasn’t the best at keeping time, often thinking that hours had passed when it had been mere minutes, and vice versa. Eventually, however, the door swung open with a clang and an officer walked in, one he was pretty sure he’d seen before. This wasn’t exactly his first rodeo, and he was pretty good at remembering faces. Names, though, he was terrible with, he couldn’t even remember half of his crew’s names (there were just so many of them and he’d only been there for so long). Giving the other a once over as they sat, Washington slowly leaned back in his seat. “So,” The man across from him started, squinting at the file for a moment in confusion. “Washington? Really? Like, the state?” Wash only shrugged in return. “You have a real name, Washington?” Silence. The officer sighed and closed the manilla file, as though giving up. He leaned back in his seat, removed his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance. “Look, this is only going to be as difficult as you make it. All’s I’m looking for are the names of the other people you performed your little ‘heist’,” With air quotes and everything. “With, okay?” More silence. This time, the silence was met with a groan as the curly haired individual replaced his glasses back onto his pale nose. “What, are you a mute or something?” The question was more rhetorical than anything, but Washington didn’t answer either way. “C’mon, kid, I just want to go home.” The man practically whined, leaning forward and towards the table in between them. Wash only shifted in his chair and folded his hands together on the table, his gaze flicking up to the man’s face for a fleeting moment before it fell on his hands instead. “Ugh, I give up!” The officer exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. He pushed his chair out with an obnoxious squeal as the feet ground against the cement floor. “I’m taking a coffee break. When I get back, you better be ready to talk.” He threatened with a point before stalking out of the room with a sigh. Washington let out a breath as the door slammed shut behind the officer. He paused a moment, glancing at the file left on the table across from him. Head tilting to one side, he stretched a bit in order to reach the folder, dragging it closer until he could snag the paper clip that held his mugshot in place. Hm, not the most flattering picture (he looked incredibly sarcastic, to be honest), but he supposed it was better than his high school graduation photo had been.

“Alright, Washington,” The officer said as he stepped back into the room roughly fifteen minutes later, a mug of coffee in one hand as the other went to push back his dark locks. “Hope you’re ready to tal-” He cut himself off, noticing the room was incredibly lacking of a certain subject. Snapping his head around in the direction of the door as a faint siren sounded from outside, he dropped his mug of fresh coffee to the ground and dashed out of the room. The officer pushed the front door open, only to be met with the sight of someone doing doughnuts in his police cruiser. “Nice seeing you, Burnie!” Washington laughed from inside the cruiser, windows down, sirens blaring. “Washington!” The officer exclaimed angrily, gritting his teeth as he chased after the car. Wash laughed and halted in his little stunt, slammed his foot down onto the gas an instant later. With the screech of tires on asphalt, the stench of burning rubber filled the air and the cruiser took off, leaving the poor officer alone in the dust. “God dammit!” Burnie shouted, furious as he stamped the ground and shook his fist at the disappearing, stolen cruiser.

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Day 3: A Crew Parent

How had he ended up in this mess? Man, he really fudged it this time, didn’t he? Normally, he didn’t get caught, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t in past (that was part of the reason he moved from his home state to, ugh, California). He’d been arrested before, sure, but, aha, it, uh, it usually wasn’t this bad. So, as it turned out, he jacked some official’s car and the dude was pressing charges, imagine that. Well, he knew his luck wasn’t always the best, but come ON, this was a bit uncalled for (in his opinion). As he sat there, his head in his hands, the station fairly empty for a while, he contemplated his future. Interrupted in his thoughts not too long after by another couple of people (maybe in their 20s? He couldn’t tell, he was really bad about judging one’s age) were tossed in. However, they didn’t seem too phased to be there. In fact, the duo were chatting up the two officers like they were all good friends. What the heck was going on here? “Hey, kid, you new here?” The taller of the two asked as the other plopped down beside him on the hard bench (that was supposed to be a cot). Wait, was she talking to him? Well, he supposed so, there wasn’t really anyone else here other than the one beside him, and she wasn’t saying anything. “Uh, yeah, I guess.” He answered a bit uncertainly, his gaze flicking between the two individuals as he almost wondered if he was about to get jumped right in the holding cell. “Welcome to Los Santos.” The one beside him chimed in, giving him a sharp slap on the back, which was a touch startling. He wasn’t very comfortable with being touched, causing him to arch away from her hand a bit. “..Thanks.” He murmured, furrowing his brow in confusion as he found it difficult to really understand the two..criminals, he supposed (since they all were, they were kinda in the holding cell at the police office, or whatever). “Relax, kid,” He was pretty sure they were around the same age, now that he thought about it. “They don’t hold people very long. Well, they don’t hold US very long..What’s your story?” One asked. “I, uh, stole some guy’s Grotti and..sorta took it for a joy ride, of sorts.” He answered meekly, rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward manner. In his defence, it was a really nice car. Incredibly fast, great handling, fun to drift, fun to race. He’d had his eyes on a Grotti for quite some time, and when he saw the opportunity, he had simply..taken it, quite literally. “Ooh, a Grotti. One of the X80 Protos?” He nodded. “Nice, nice, I don’t think I’ve heard about one of those being stolen yet, have you?” She looked at the other girl hovering above, who shook her head in return. “You got some balls, kid.” Wash decided he’d take that as a compliment, and was about to awkwardly thank her, when a voice rang out. “Lana, Dana. What was it this time?” The voice said, drawing Washington’s attention to the lobby, where an unfamiliar figure approached. “Oh, you know,” “The usual.” With a sigh, the new stranger gave the two cops a nod, and, much to Wash’s surprise, the older of the two approached the cell and unlocked it for the two lovely ladies that had been there all of five minutes. Well, alrighty then, having somebody that got your back must be nice. “See you around, kid.” The taller waved as she stepped out, to which he only slumped his shoulders a bit. The other girl went over and seemed to mutter something in the stranger, which led them to gesture to the lonely teen inside, waiting for his paperwork to be filled. He blinked, standing uncertainly and even going so far as to point to himself in a questioning ‘me?’ sort of way. He stepped out of the cell and shuffled over to the trio standing freely, a bit of a confused blink accompanying him as he came to a halt before them. “What’s your name, kid?” The eldest of the bunch asked. He paused, thinking for a moment as to which name he should use. Then, it hit him. He was a criminal now, probably recognised for his criminal behaviour, might as well use the name he’d been using each time he was caught. “It’s Washington.” He answered, almost standing up a little straighter. “Well, Washington,” The other smiled. “I’m Cotter. Welcome to the family.”

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