Summary: Lindsay had a feeling the place would be a bust the moment they walked through the front doors.
Warnings: Gun, Minor Violence
Word Count: 1,271
Lindsay had a feeling the place would be a bust the moment they walked through the front doors. Vale Jeweler’s had only opened a month ago, and it was just ripe for the picking. The question was not if they would get robbed, but when. Meg had come to Lindsay with the job, and the two had picked a nondescript Wednesday to scope it out. The outside had looked nice enough, with clean white paint and simple red scrawl for the name of the store.
The inside looked like someone had tossed bleach all over everything to suck any color or life out of it. Despite the store’s promising veneer, there were only two or three other people in the shop besides a bored attendant. Lindsay glanced at Meg, who shook her head discreetly. The place was filled with gaudy, fake jewelry– something Meg had a gift of sniffing out. “Ruby, look, such beautiful engagement rings!”
Lindsay leaned over the case with Meg, turning her face away from the attendant, “I thought you said this place was promising, Neon.”
“The reviews on Yelp were!” Meg defended, pretending to look closely at a particular ring, “Besides, look at these prices. People are too stupid to think this is fake. More money means authenticity.”
“You think there’s take behind the scenes?” Lindsay shot the attendant a saccharine smile, and she was pleased to see the tips of his ears color.
“Let’s find out,” Meg grinned, sauntering over to the man, “Excuse me…sir?”
The man didn’t have a chance to answer before the front door imploded, glass shattering inwards. Lindsay’s hand flew to her thigh, her stomach lurching when she realized she’d had to take her holster off before they came. Meg swore, glancing at the attendant and then at Lindsay. A man with unruly curls and a brown leather jacket slowly stepped inside, holding a large black case in one hand and a handgun in the other. “Listen up,” he shouted to the room, surveying the shaken customers, “I’m gonna make this real, real simple. Everybody gets tied up, nobody tries to be a goddamned hero, and everybody gets out of here just fine and dandy, alright?“
He let the case thump onto the ground, and Lindsay squinted, trying to see if there were any markings on it. Meg was slowly inching away from the attendant, but the man saw what she was doing and shook his head, storming over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the boy behind the counter, "Look, dude, if you don’t want anything to happen to this pretty girl, then you’ll take your fucking hands away from that alarm and let me in the back.”
Lindsay almost felt bad for the boy, but this was Los Santos, and his employers must have let him know at least a little bit of the risk, right? The guy in the leather jacket twitched and she saw him shake his head slightly before starting to shout at the whimpering attendant. Meg must have noticed too, because she jerked her chin toward the man’s head, her lips curling up in a sneer.
Lindsay realized he was wearing some sort of bluetooth, and people must have been talking to him through it. She rolled her eyes, and then made a step toward him. He turned toward her, his mouth still open, but Meg interrupted him, “Hey, asshole! Let go of me!”
The man rolled his eyes and pushed her away, letting her stumble back into the cases. He pointed at Lindsay, “You start tying people up,” he pulled out a spool of twine from his pocket, and then tuned back to the attendant, “You hurry the hell up, kid.”
Lindsay caught the spool with wide eyes, shaking her head at Meg. The man turned around again to see if she had moved and let out an impatient sigh, pointing the gun at Meg, “Do it now or I’ll glack your friend! Come on!”
Meg just rolled her eyes, giving Lindsay a look she’d come to recognize. Lindsay turned away from her and knelt to the nearest hostage, “I’m not going to make it tight,” she murmured, glancing at the man again. He had hopped over the case, pushing the attendant into the wall. Meg had righted herself and held her hands out to Lindsay, who barely tied the twine around Meg’s wrist.
“Should we wait until he comes back out or when he gets the take?” Lindsay murmured, gesturing to the empty doorway. They could hear faint shouts, and both of the women strained their ears to hear. Lindsay could only make out a few swears before one of the other hostages squeaked, “Please, please, I’m at Vale Jeweler’s, there’s a robber, god–”
“Ah, hell,” Meg rolled her eyes, and sighed, bouncing on her toes, “Hey! Hey, asshole! This lady’s callin’ the cops!”
The shouting in the back stopped, and the hostage up front sent Meg a look of terror. The man came barreling over the counter, shouting, “Who the fuck was it? Let’s go or I shoot you all!”
“I- I’m sorry!” The gun went off, the bullet hitting its mark. The man didn’t even flinch, and Lindsay stepped forward, “Hey.” She still had the twine.
The man swiveled, turning his gun on her. Lindsay bristled and glanced at Meg before slapping the man’s wrist, and yanking his gun away from him. “Don’t fucking point this at me, asshole.”
One of the other hostages who wasn’t permanently in shock whimpered, “Thank God, we’re save–”
Lindsay shot him without even looking, leaving only one hostage left besides Meg and the attendant who hadn’t resurfaced. The man was looking at her with awe and a little bit of fear. She liked his freckles. “Where’s the money?”
The man smirked, rolling his eyes. Impatient, Lindsay fired the gun at the ceiling,“Asshole. We don’t have time, where’ s the money?”
With wide eyes he said slowly, “It’s in the back with the kid. And the name’s Mogar, not Asshole.”
“How charming,” Meg rolled her eyes and shrugged out of her restraints, hopping over the counter.
“Turn around,” Lindsay ordered, shifting the twine with her other hand. Mogar raised an eyebrow, but obliged, holding his wrists behind his back. She noticed a tattoo on his forearm, and as she was tying the twine around his wrists she murmured, “I like your tattoo.”
Mogar laughed, his shoulders shaking with it, “Thanks.”
They heard Meg shout, “Got it, let’s go!” She came blazing through the back, a sack over her shoulder.
“Where’s the kid?”
“Killed him,” Meg shrugged, “Let’s go, po-pos should be here any minute. Kill the other one.”
Mogar turned around sharply, “Hey, hey, don’t shoot me, okay? This whole thing was a dare anyway. Look, I just brought my minigun in case of emergency, right? I wasn’t gonna kill you two.” He jerked his head toward the black case.
Lindsay shook her head and shot the last hostage, turning back to Mogar. Meg was grabbing something behind the counter, so she leaned closer to him, “I’m not gonna shoot you,” she grinned at him, “but we are taking your mingun.”
“What? No! Just shoot me then! Come on!” Mogar whined. Meg made her way to the door, picking up the case in her other hand, waiting for Lindsay.
“You can have it back after dinner at Ellis and Heyman’s tomorrow night,” Lindsay winked, backing out the door. She let the shattered door swing to a close, leaving a grinning man behind. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bust after all.
loserteeth replied to your post: HOLY SHIT KDIN U DID NOT JUST
what????
Kdin went into this whole monologue about how it’s not “why are we here” it’s “how did we get here” etc and I thought it was just an inspiring way to close the stream, but he pulled Val onstage and proposed I’m in tears
