The jet engines roared as it landed into the concrete pathway at LSIA, tires screeching against the marked pathway. The sun was setting, casting the sky in a orange haze over the mountains. Inside, woman was looking pensively outside from her window, gazing around the scenery of the city in view.

Claire Reddings never expected to work in a place like this when she came here a year ago. She always assumed she fine an honest living, get a nice house and family and move to the suburbs.

None of that happened. Well, except for the house. Claire became a criminal from day one. Starting with simple robberies, to taking out lawyers and rival gangs entirely for others. Lester had promised more playing and exciting jobs. Claire loathed the idea she wasn't good enough for such high level jobs.

The familiar ding of the captain's voice ranged through the airplane. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We've landed at Los Santos International Airport at approximately 6:30 pm, the weather is a nice and breezy 75 degrees and slight overhead of clouds. I hope you enjoyed the flight here and your time in San Andreas."

Wonderful if you go to places you want to see. Claire noted. After a few minutes of going through customs and security, she got her bag and called a taxi. A few minutes later, a taxi with a latino driver pulled, calling for Claire. "Yo! Is there a Claire Reddings here?" Claire raised her hand and made her way to the taxi, getting inside.

"Where do you wanna go, miss?" The driver asked.

"Eclipse Towers, please." The taximan nodded and and started driving.

The drive was long and quiet, with East Los FM blaring in the car, the driver thought it'd be good if he could start a conversation. "Nice place to live, over in Eclipse Towers. It's expensive to live in a place like that, what do you do?" Claire didn't say anything, just giving him a monotonous glare. Needless to say, he stopped asking questions.

Once they reached her destination, she handed him the money and grabbed her luggage and left without saying a word. She went inside to the elevator, going to her floor and finally to her apartment. Once inside, she threw her bag to her room and she collapsed on the bed, still smelling of booze and sex, surprisingly. Home sweet home, she ,

After a few minutes of dozing off, her slight slumber was interrupted by her IFruit ringing loudly. Groaning, she picked up the phone at looked at the Caller ID. Lester.

She answered it, responding with heavy breathing. "Hey there, friend. How was your trip to...?"

"North Yankton."

"Right, how was the family party. Did you see anyone you missed."

"Well yes, I saw my mom and dad, and my uncle Ri-"

"No time for that now." Lester interrupted. "Now, I know you were wanting these jobs for a long time, but you weren't ready. Not at all. But I thank your patience."

Claire stood up from her bed. "What're you going on about Lester, what're you doing?"

Lester snickered. "Just you wait, my creepy silent friend. I have a surprise in your playroom. Go on and see." Claire, a little suspicious of what was happening, went upstairs to her playroom. Opening the door, she saw that it was all remodeled with gun racks, maps, whiteboard, and pictures of various wealthy places or peoples. "Lester what did you do-"

"I had some of my guys renovate your place while your were gone. I hope you don't mind. Anyways, if you want more facts and details of what's ahead of you, visit me at my garment factory, please, I'll be waiting." And ending with that, lester hung up to a shocked Claire. Putting her phone down, she looked around and went to the whiteboard.

She studied the pictures, either brochures, pictures or mugshots of people and places, one caught her eye right away, however. She took of the wall and stared with disbelief.

It was the Pacific Standard Bank. They were gonna rob the Pacific Standard Bank.

Holy shit.

Hello everyone, it's me Big Bravo, bringing another story into the mix. As you can tell, it is based off GTA V heists, and it has little twists and turns along each job and setup. For those of you who are reading Spark of Fire, don't worry, I'm not quitting that yet, I mentioned I'll upload this story in the latest chapter. The way this will work is I will upload a chapter for Spark of Fire, while the next chapter will be for this story, taking turns and what not. And I apoligize for the length of the intro, but I need an OC for the Fleeca Job.

This story will behave a bit differently than Spark of Fire, as OCs won't recur throughout the story, instead, different OCs, depending on whether what happens to them during the story. (I should've mentioned this in Spark of Fire, because like this story, some OCs will die, very sad I know.) And instead of describing the OCs on my Profile, I'll make actual interpretations of the OCs to the best of my extent, since I have the Next Gen GTA and could make a second character with better details, the links to the will be spaced since I can't officially link them, so be careful copy and pasting them if you wish to view them.

Anyways here is the App below (a modified version of my old story Survival of the Fittest, which is cancelled). good luck!

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Height:

Sexuality:

Personality:

Biography:

Appearance: (freckles, blemishes, etc.)

Hair style:

Hair color:

Eye color:

Skintone:

Tattoos:

Piercings:

Interest: (likes, dislikes, hobbies, opinions, etc.)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobbies: (bicycling, tennis, building cars, shooting, activities that they enjoy doing in their freetime. Yknow, hobbies)

Opinions:

Outfit(s):

Skills: (this means what skills are they most good at that could involve their role in heist, such as: can the shoot well? Can they drive or fly well? Or can they scam and lie their way out of situations? Limit is two per OC, and make sure they tie in well with their other stats, unless the heist involved will require a skill they don't have, in that case I'll give that skill for the time being)

Weapons: (Personally preferred weapons. They can't be "oh I have a railgun that shoots lightsabers and grenades at a million miles a second" be reasonable. I'll accept rocket launchers, as long as they have a limit of three or less.)

See you guys soon, Big Bravo out.