Do the Fake AH Crew on a heist with 52. I’ve never been bird watching before and 16. I’m just going to sit here and finish my wine please ^^
i changed it up a little bit, i hope u dont mind. there is a heist, it’s just not by the fahc. also featuring the RT ladies as a girl gang, inspired by the headcanons @paniero and i have discussed.
n this is the first time ive posted any fahc fic, so i hope its okay.
Michael dropped his head forward against the back of Geoff’sheadrest. He, Geoff, Ryan, and Gavin had been sitting in the car parked acrossthe street from a jewellery store for the past hour, and Michael was startingto get antsy. If they were staking out a target of their own Michael usually didn’tmind surveillance, but they weren’t even planning to rob this place.
“Geoff,” Michael said, drawing out the other man’s voice andturning it into a whine. “Seriously, what are we doing here?”
“Waiting.” Geoff replied.
“For what?” Michael asked.
“You’ll see.” Geoff’s lips twitched up into a smirk whenMichael groaned. “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it.”
Michael banged his head against the headrest again, then satback and looked out the window.
The jewellery store was a small, family owned business,according to the research Gavin had done. Established in the 50’s theyspecialised in antique pieces and custom settings for new stones. They hadnever moved locations, and other than some minor remodelling done after a firein the late 80’s there had never been any renovation work done.
“If we’re not robbing the place, who is?” Ryan asked. He wassitting in the front passenger seat, arms folded across his chest.
“New group in town,” Geoff told him. “No info on theirnames, but their targets have been pretty predictable so far. They hitjewellery stores in the middle of the day, always privately owned places, neverchain stores with higher security. I noticed the pattern last week.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Michael demanded.
“You weren’t asking the right questions.”
Michael’s profanity laced rebuttal was interrupted by Gavinhanging half his body out of the car window and waving up at the sky.
“Jack!” Gavin called. “Jack! Can you see me?” He continuedwaving at the helicopter that flew above them.
“I can see you, Gav.” Jack’s voice came through the radio. “HeyGeoff, you better hope this happens soon, because eventually I’m going to haveto land and refuel.”
“It’ll happen,” Geoff assured him. “You see anything Ray?”
“Nope,” Ray answered. The sniper was up on the rooftop witha direct line of sight into the store through his scope. “There’s two couples,blonde woman and her girlfriend, and some dude and his girlfriend, they’re alllooking at rings. A woman by herself is talking to the guy behind the counter.How’s it going down there?”
“I’ve never been bird watching before,” Michael said. “But Iimagine this is even more boring.”
The crew lapsed back into silence. The only noise was Geofftapping out a steady rhythm with his fingers against the steering wheel.
After a few more minutes Ray let out a low whistle. “Holyshit.”
“What is it?” Geoff asked, straightening up in his seat.
“Blondie just pulled out a gun.” There was a pause. “So didher girlfriend, and the chick at the counter.”
Geoff started the car. “Show time.”
It only took the three women 45 seconds after pulling theirguns before they were sprinting out of the store and into a waiting vehicle.
“They’re efficient,” Ryan said. It almost sounded like acompliment.
“Jack,” Geoff said. “Keep an eye on them. Ray, you right toget back to the penthouse on your own?”
“I’m good,” Ray said. “Watch out for the redhead,” hewarned. “She pistol whipped the dude behind the counter, she has a good arm.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
Geoff pulled away from the curb as the car the women were insped away.
Geoff and Jack took turns staying close to the women’s car.They didn’t want the women getting too suspicious about an unmarked car andhelicopter tailing them. It was impressive how they managed to evade thepolice, but Geoff wasn’t sure whether to credit the skill of the women, or thegeneral incompetence of the LSPD.
Finally the women headed up the winding roads of Vinewood Hills.
“Fancy neighbourhood,” Ryan commented. “They must havebuyers for those jewels they’ve been taking.”
“What’s the plan here, Geoff?” Michael asked. “We followthem into their house? Ask for a cup of sugar?”
The women pulled into a driveway, and Geoff pulled over topark on the side of the road.
“We’re just going to talk to them,” Geoff said. “Welcomethem to the city.”
The house was a single story building with an attached fourcar garage. The lawns were green and neatly manicured, and roses bloomed in thegarden beds. Given the location of the house it was a safe bet to assume therewas pool around the back. It was a nice home, but very exposed. The bushes outfront provided a lot of cover, and the large bay windows allowed a view intothe front of the house.
Geoff approached the front door without hesitation. Herapped on the wooden door with his knuckles like he was visiting an old friend.
There was a crunch of gravel behind them and the four menturned, hands going for their guns. They came face to face with two redheadedwomen pointing guns at them.
“Two on four,” Ryan said. “You really like those odds?”
The front door opened to revealed three more women, twoblondes and a brunette. “Try five on four,” One of the blondes said. She had aglass of wine in one hand and a gun in the other.
Geoff swore at the same time Michael said “Nice plan, Geoff.”
“What can we do for the Fake AH Crew?” The blonde with thewine asked cheerfully.
Geoff gave a smug smile at that. “You know who we are?”
“Of course,” the woman said. “We did our homework. What areyou doing here?”
“We’re doing ours,” Geoff told her. “We need to know whoelse is active in the city, and if they’re going to cause us any trouble.”
The blonde looked Geoff up and down. “I’m Barbara,” shesaid. “This is Ashley and Arryn, and the two behind you pointing their guns atyour buddies balls are Meg and Lindsay.”
“Speaking of which,” Michael interrupted. “Can we put theguns down now, if we’re not going to kill each other? I’d rather not lose myballs to a twitchy trigger finger.”
“Guests first,” Lindsay said.
Geoff nodded and lowered his gun, the other men followedsuit. The women lowered their own weapons once the men had theirs down. None ofthe criminals tucked their weapons back into holsters however, keeping them outjust in case.
“We don’t plan to cause you any trouble,” Barbara continued.“The opposite in fact.”
“Really?” Geoff asked, intrigued.
Barbara nodded. “First, I’m going to finish my wine, then Ithink we should talk. We have a proposition that could benefit both of us.”
Geoff considered the options for a moment. “You know, I’mmore of a whiskey man.”
Barbara laughed and nodded. “I think we have a bottle aroundhere somewhere.” She stepped aside, inviting the four men inside.
