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30 Day Fake Ace Crew Challenge - Day 11 - Disarmed Gabriel sat alone in an interrogation room, hands handcuffed to the table. She'd long given up trying to escape and had now taken to trying to ignore the pain coming from her rubbed raw wrists. She ignored the tear tracks down her face and her already smudged make up was smudged more than usual. Her hair was missing in patches and her lip was bleeding freely as she kept biting if. "I didn't do it." No response. "He... We... I swear... Please." She begged, forcing back tears all over again, "I didn-" "Save the crocodile tears." Officer Haddock walked in, "An anonymous tip has said your nasty finger prints were all over it." Gabriel sobbed again, it could have been anyone but Gray. Gray still disliked her for almost killing Kerry. "Gray, please." "It's Officer Haddock, Archangel." He sneered as her alias passed his lips, face contorting into a mask of hatred. Gabriel wondered whether it was really a mask. "The Dark Hounds were a small gang based on the outskirts of Los Santos. One day they were alive, the next they weren't. Unfortunately for you, they had some powerful allies. The Fake AH Crew. They want blood for killing one of their allies." Gabriel hung her head, "It wasn't me." She whimpered. "This is where I'd normally say if you confess now you'll get a lighter sentence but... On five accounts of premeditated murder, you're not going to get off lightly no matter what." "Just tell him, Tiana," her head jolted up and where Gray was, now stood Revenant, "How you killed our family." The red and white tiger patterned mask hiding the red eyes below it. "You didn't kill me though and you know, one day, I will find you and kill you myself." "No! You were dead!" Gabriel cried. "You're immortal, why can't I be? We made that blood pact years ago. We swapped blood. Maybe you knew?" "Knew what?" "We were both immortal. That's why you kept using the name Archangel, as a hope that I will find you, and I will kill you." Gabriel jolted up in her bed, faux pains running across her wrists and a dull ache fluctuating in her chest. She whimpered as the tears started to fall and grasped at the sword she kept under her pillow. She was alive, they were dead. She covered her track. There was no way she would be found. In her mind, that was the only time she was disarmed.

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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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Fake Ace Crew 30 Day Challenge  - Day 8 - A Post Heist Activity.

Most post heist activities are celebratory… Some, not so much. We could go for bevs… or we could be running from the cops.

Which is exactly what Gabriel was doing.

Her ear piece crackled to life, “This is your fault! If you didn’t get distracted, this would be fine! But no, you have to buddy buddy with the fucking Fake Aces.” Gabriel bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet and pressed her foot down more onto the gas. “I know you can hear me, Tiana. You didn’t listen to my plan, you didn’t listen to me at all. Now the police know who the fuck I am, what the fuck I look like and now I’m probably going to put into jail, and its your fault.”

Tiana. That was her street name. Her name before she joined the Fake Ace Crew, but after she left home. She didn’t want the cops finding her after all. The Fake Aces didn’t need to know what she did during that year between homes, the year she was Tiana. After all, the Fake Aces needed to reach level three friendship to unlock her tragic backstory and she’d only been in the Fake Ace Crew less than a month.

“You killed him, y’know.” Gabriel ignored her earpiece and quicly turned into the tunnel that lead underground, away from the police. “You put a bullet through his skull.”

Unable to keep quiet, she replied, “He put a bullet in me!”

“But he didn’t kill you.” Revenant didn’t know. “I thought this was a quick torture and leave.”

“Revenant, I never specified.”

A snort sounded through the comm, “Right, I’ll remember to ask next time. Oh right, if I’m not in jail! Or dead!”

“Stop being dramatic.” Gabriel pulled to a stop near the train lines. “I can find you sanctuary within one of the gangs we’re worked with.”

“Right.” She could imagine Revenants disbelieving look from where she was sat.

“Are you hidden?”

“I fucking hid as soon as possible.”

“Request an audience with Greene, he’s the most charitable one.”

“Why don’t I just request and audience with Pelican.”

Shit. “Pelican only accepts certain… types.”

“And you’re one of them? You don’t have a special bone in your body. Hell, you’re only good skills are fucking up and running like a coward!” Gabriel flinched.

“Goodbye Revenant.”

“Wait, wha-” Gabriel pulled out her ear piece and smashed it under her foot. The Fake Ace is her family now. She doesn’t need to be involved with them anymore.

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Fake Ace Crew 30 Day Challenge  - Day 7 - A Heist.

“Gabe, Dana , Tayla, Amber. I’ve got a heist planned for you, follow me.” Said Charlie one evening, the four looked at each other before standing from the couches and following Charlie. Gabriel looked back sadly at the blue couch they had stolen from the FakeHaus crew previous before sighing. Amber laughed, “We probably won’t be gone that long.”

“Any length of time is too long… It’s so comfortable.” Gabriel muttered. This cause the other three to chuckle before nodding in agreement. They got to the room Charlie was waiting in and closed the door behind them.

“You guys know the Fake AH Crew right…” He paused, “Stupid question. Anyway, they recently found some documents that they don’t need to know. I know we have a truce and all but… Those documents are important. You can’t read them either, okay? It’s a simple infiltration mission. No goofing around, no jokes. Straight in and out.” The four members nodded and Charlie gestured to the whiteboard next to him. “Thanks to our friendship, we know the layout of the Fake’s base quite well. There’s two places where the documents could be.” He pointed, “Here, the main storage room, and here, the planning room.”

Gabriel put her hand forward and Charlie nodded at her, “What about Geoffs office?”

Charlie shook his head, “I doubt they’ve read them yet. Geoff wont have deemed them important.” Gabriel nodded and let her hand drop. “I want you to go with this basket of goodies-“ Gabriel could spot a few cakes and… was that a pistol? –“A pretend its like we usually do. Gabe and Amber, you’re part of the infiltration team. Dana, you’re in charge of getting through Gavins protections and making sure they haven’t copied them. Tayla, you’re in charge of getting them away afterwards.”

Dana put her hand forward, “Wont this affect our relationship with the Fakes?”

Charlie sat down in his chair heavily, “Hopefully… Hopefully not. You guys have until sunset tomorrow, go.”

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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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Fake Ace Crew 30 Day Challenge - Day 6 - A Team. Teams within the Fake Ace Crew were common place because, even though they couldn't stay dead, it still hurt like a motherfudger to die and they all wanted to avoid it. Gabriel was part of a few teams. For example, she had her battle buddy/heist buddy team with Wash, Team Loud Silence and she had another general team with Ray, Team Gay Britain. Today wasn't a common day though, in fact it was a weirder than weird day. She laughed slightly as she ducked behind cover, Shawcross next to her. Yeah, weirder than weird. "This isn't a laughing matter, Gabe! You weren't supposed to start a gang attack!" "I didn't mean to, Kerry! But c'mon, loosen up, have a little fun." "I'll loosen up when I'm not about to die!" She wondered in that moment whether Kerry was immortal too. She grinned, "Deal. Now let's kill these fuckers." She levelled her pistol over the top of their hiding place, which was a few crates that were sealed. Well, apart from the new holes that adorned the side. She shot a few rounds blindly, hearing yells as people got hit. She wasn't as good with a pistol as her shotgun and sword, but it was essential she learned how to use it. The gunfire let off and Gabriel wondered if everyone is dead. She looked over at Kerry to see red. Panic instantly filled her, Kerry was mortal. Kerry can die. She didn't want to lose her only friend outside of the Fake Aces. "Kerry I'm so fucking sorry." "It's..." He grunted in pain, "Nothing major, it just hit my arm." Gabriel quickly ripped her white shirt and gestured to Kerry to put out his arm. He did so and she wrapped it tight, "It won't do much, but it'll help until you get to a hospital." "There's-" He cut off as she assumed another wave of pain went through his arm, "more left." She could get Kerry to safety. She would die in the process and risk leaking her secret but... Kerry needed her help, secret or no secret. "You stay here for a few seconds, I'm going to check out another exit." Kerry nodded. Gabriel crouch-ran to the corner of the boxes, she could see five men from her position, they were all looking vaguely near where they were hiding. If she moved, they would see. She took a deep breath, "How could you?! He's dead! He's dead thanks to you, and now you're going to pay!" She yelled, running between boxes, drawing their attention away. If she didn't die, Kerry was going to kill her anyway.

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Fake Ace Crew 30 Day Challenge - Day 5 - A Police Officer The police officers at the LSPD weren't bad people. If anything, Gabriel was a bad person. She was part of a crew and she had killed people for money. The LSPD was just trying to stop people like her and the Fake Aces. The first time Gabriel was captured was just after she joined the crew. She didn't have a known affiliation so her stealing from a convenience store didn't gather that much attention. She met a police officer in her short cell stay, Officer Shawcross. He didn't really talk to some of the other officers bar Officer Luna. She tried to spark up a conversation with Officer Shawcross as he did his patrols in the short stay cells and perhaps make a friend. "So... Officer Shawcross right?" He didn't reply, "Mine names Gabriel." Silence. "Well I guess you already knew that, I mean, you've done my police report." Still no reply. That's fine, she didn't mind speaking for the two of them. "I've made some bad choices in my life, Y'know. I ran away from home around a year ago. I thought I saw something and my mum called my crazy." She laughed mirthlessly, "Actually, with all that's happened. Maybe she's right." She looked up to see the young officer looking at her curiously, "I saw three men fall off the Maze Bank." He frowned, "But when I got there, their bodies were gone. Maybe an execution by a gang or crew, I don't know. I don't know what I would have done if there were bodies when I got to the landing site either. But it fucked me up." She paused at she saw Officer Shawcross open his mouth before he closed it again and he turned away from her. She smiled, "Maybe we could make this a regular thing, Shawcross." It wasn't intentional, but it became just that. As Gabriel's affiliation to the Fake Ace Cree became known, she ended up in the Los Santos Police Headquarters more times than she could remember and Shawcross always asked to deal with her. "You could do something good with you life Y'know." Shawcross said to her one day, "You could be someone important. You don't have to be with a crew to get recognition." Gabriel half laughed, "I wish it was that simple, Shawcross. I didn't join the Fake Ace Crew for recognition. I joined because I found something out about myself and they were all like me." "Can you tell me?" "Sorry, Shawcross, we may be sort of friends, but at the end of the day, we're on the opposite side of the law. I can't go giving away crew secrets can I?" "We should meet up." "Huh?" "Outside of the holding cells." "Why?" "Because you're my friend, Gabe." Gabe, huh? She liked that. "Wouldn't that go against your police code thing?" "Not if we're meeting as friends, not an information deal." He joked although she could hear the seriousness in his voice. She laugh anyway, "I'd like that. Thanks, Shawcross." "Kerry." "What?" "Kerry Shawcross, that's my name."