Disclamer: The following fanfiction crossover was made for fan purposes only for the two categories. Most of dialog from GTA characters are ripped straight from GTA Online Heist cut-scenes and missions, edited to interact with the crossover characters. All characters do not belong to me except for one female character from AGK side. This story contains strong language, crime violence, drugs and some sexual references. Reader discretion is advised.

Leopold's Monologue: "Why did I move here?... Well it's certainly not for the weather like everyone else says. I came here for an opportunity, because my life back home in Germany f*cking sucks. You may be wondering who the hell am I? Heh.. Let's just say I'm someone you may know on the good oh internet, a certain little sh*thead that yells at his computer screen and destroys his keyboard over a videogame like a little bitch. Yeah, that was me all right, a long time ago, back when kids wanted to create crazy viral videos that thought would get them somewhere, until they realize they're just wasting their time making pointless videos that didn't get enough views. So they decide to record from other popular videos to steal views that way. Yeah, those were the days, even though they still do it while still living in their mother's basement, right? .."

"Ah whatever, I'm that Angry German Kid on the internet, and yes my name is Leopold Slikk. But if you really know me, I'm what they call "The Real Gangster", 'Gangsters on the microphone, wacha wanna dooo?" Yeah, remember me now? I'm a real gangster, because I am a real Gangster. Man, f*ck those haters that say I was a poser or some stupid white nerd trying to get hard. As far as I know, they already got killed by me. Yeah who's the poser now you f*cking as*holes. Anyway, I've been living in this crazy city called "Los Santos" for quite a while now. How I got here you asked, well let's just say I met someone cool on Lifeinvader. His name was Lamar, ..or whatever is name is, I don't know, I forget his name sometimes, I think it was Lars, I guess. Yeah we talked for awhile online, until I started living on the road thanks to my family kicking me out of the house, not finishing highschool, you know, they had enough of me getting lock in my room playing videogames so they got rid of me Instead".

"My parents are dicks anyways, making my life miserable by taking away my video games and grounding me, sending me to that sh*thole they call school where the teachers and students are also a bunch of as*holes, but they got what they deserved. So yeah my parents kicked me out of the house anyway, even though I couldn't take my games, f*cking d*ckheads. But I did manage to steal my bitch stepmother's laptop without her noticing, and just ran off out of there; I got to talk to Lars somehow. I was going to stay at a best friend's house as a first option, until I realized for whatever reason he moved to the states with some street racing crew as he left a email for me days before I got kicked out of the house. Instead, I just lived on the road; I stole a car for the first time, and when I needed money, I just robbed liquor stores using an airsoft gun, sucker cashiers fall for it every time. Yeah I did a couple crimes back home, so what. I needed a car and money and that's what I did, it's not like I killed anybody. Then again… f*ck it, he was an as*hole anyways. So I rented a motel room, went online, continued to talk to this "homie", and I told him what I did. Next thing I knew he wanted me to head to the west coast to finally meet, so I did. How I got through Airport security though, ..oh man, that airport had the worst security ever. Man If I was a terrorist… you know on second thought, I'll just get to the point. I came to LS for that opportunity, to live my American dream, finally away from my problems back home which I'll never miss". Coming to this city though, I knew my life was going to change, and man was I right all along".

(One year later)

March 10th, 2013

Leopold's Monologue: "So I've been living here for about a year, owning a high end apartment and didn't get myself killed, so that's a good start. After many jobs I've pulled, man, I should have been dead, but hey, you can't take down "The German", right? Yeah I still called myself the Real Gangster when I came to LS, but ever since I've made a name for myself, people only knew me as "The German". "Oh Sh*t, it's that German!" they say, hahaha. …I've made a lot of enemy crews in the city wanting my head on a stick; black gangster wannabes like the Ballas or those Mexicans f*cks, the Vagos. Those motorcycle f*ggots called The Lost, and I was also blacklisted by those scum mercenaries from Merrywheather, including other professional criminals that I've dared gone after. They know who I am once I raid their hideouts or ambush their crime deals, and they would regret taking me on when they should be running away. I take whatever I want, when I want, but not without a little help from other criminals here and there".

"But,…I don't trust anyone of them. I've been betrayed or snitched to the cops many times, and I always hunt them down like the wild dogs they are. The crews I've had help with, can most of the time be really f*cking stupid. I had many jobs that went wrong no thanks to those retards, and some would all die while I survive and escape with their payouts in the end. I made a note to myself "Trust no one" that is my first rule in San Andreas, but besides those I've met in the streets, I have met connections that would offer cash as long as I did their dirty work, but one of them was a weirdo, going by the name "Lester Crest". But despite his creepy antics, he's a loyal contact, dealing with cops or finding good job payouts, and thanks to him, I've met some interesting people along the way, forming a new crew".

"Remember when I said about a best friend that left to the states? Well… I just so happen to bump into him during a gang raid in the east part of the city. My best buddy, Jake Randolf, he now knows a lot about cars ever since, and he says he's a good driver and mechanic, although he has become a player when meeting hot girls. However, we were best buddies back home in Germany, even made videos together on the internet when we were kids and got into situations at school, man those were good times, and now it's all coming back to us. Hell, I haven't introduced you to the rest of my crew yet. My hacker and assistant, Eris, she's a blond with a brain, but f*ck she can get me and Jake into hard to reach areas with that hack phone of hers and can sure use a gun. Just don't call her a bitch or else she'll rip your as*hole inside out, trust me, I learned that the easy way. One of my enforcers, Ronald, he says he's Dominican, but I thought he was Mexican when I met him, he's good with big guns, and he's a tank for his size. And Stephen, oh man, don't get me started on this psycho. He's an unstable as*hole, but he's another good enforcer of mine, yet we don't even know what's wrong with him at times and he f*cking hates me for whatever reason. We are a loyal crew, except for Stephen, and with us 5 we're unstoppable, but by this day we have not done any bigger jobs, until now".

5:00PM, West Eclipse Blvd, Eclipse Towers Apt 40, Rockford Hills

Afternoon hours in the Rockford Hills, it's a clear day with all the higher class civies doing their own thing, enjoying the spring sun. Coming to the north part in Rockford, The Eclipse Towers rises over the high end parts of Los Santos, showing a great view of the whole city with the sun shining in back of the downtown skyline. Living in apartment 40, lies one of the most dangerous criminals to ever roam in San Andreas. However, when he's not out about in the crime ridden city, he's in the safety of his stylized hideout playing the latest Righteous Slaughter. Leopold Slikk, once a dimwitted German kid with an attitude toward playing videogames, still keeps his obsessed hobby over the years, even to a new city. However, old habits die hard, almost reaching the highest killstreak in the game, Leopold takes a throwing virus syringe to the face, coming around the corner, facing a camper.

Game Announcer: INFECTED!

Leopold shouting in German: Noooo! What the?! What the F*ck was that you f*cking camper?! (Leopold smashes his keyboard)

Game Announcer: YOU LOSE SOLDIER!

Leopold kicks monitor: Shut the F*ck up!

Leopold walks out of planning room to kitchen: G*ddamit, was so close to getting that Armageddon strike, f*cking campers. I'm done with Righteous Slaughter 7. (Looks at broken keyboard) and now I need a new keyboard and monitor. (Throws broken keyboard on sofa and walks to kitchen fridge for a beer and sits on living room couch, taking a drink) Ahhh, Scheiße, wonder what on TV.

The television turns on to a Weazel News story: "Crime News: Crime rates rise in the San Andreas area as unorganized crimes plague out around Los Santos. Police respond by increasing their forces to a high degree, recruiting new cadets with no police training required, and are authorize to shoot then ask questions later. The mayor claims these are acts of crime by the radical crime group, "The Syndicate" making their way into the west coast, originating east in Vice City. Emergency services are taking no chances. This is Weazel News; Confirming Your Prejudices."

Leopold makes a comment right after: Man this city's going downhill, fast. …Wonder what Jake's up to, tonight. (Looks and picks up his phone on coffee table)

Leopold was about to make a call, until he got an instant text message. Surprisingly, Lester had text him, and not during or after a job, confusing Leopold, until he realized what he had been asking him for quite awhile.

Lester says in text: Hey, I'm sure you're not gonna mind – hell, you've been waiting long enough. I'm sending people over to your place. Now before you freak out, it's just a little refurb, nothing to worry about. However, I need you to come to the garment factory in Popular Street near the LS River. Come alone, then we'll talk. (Ends)

Leopold has been waiting for this moment for a long time, including his stickup crew. Without thinking about it, he heads out his front door and to an elevator that leads to his garage. The doors open to his ten car garage, ranging from German Sports cars and some supers. Walking by the vehicles, he chooses a ride, out of his favorites like his red Pfister Comet, Graphite Obey 9F or his Golden Truffade Adder, Leopold goes for one of his first rides, a tuned white Ubermacht Sentinal XS, starting his car and drives it out of his garage. Leopold heads east driving down Vinewood Blvd and takes south into the Vinewood county, until reaching Popular Street across the bridge to East LS. After some sightseeing traveling to his location, Leopold spots the garment factory where Lester was located. Leopold parks his car near the front and heads inside the factory. While heading up the stairs, nobody was there on the sewing machines until seeing a closed door to an office, left side. While coming in, Lester was there to greet Leopold, wearing a formal maroon shirt and black khakis.

Lester: Oh, ah, yes. Come in, come in, Leopold. Its ah… good to see you… again, uh… been awhile.

Leopold: Yeah, it's good to see you too… I guess.

Lester: Yeah, I've never been good at small talk. I don't have many friends, uh… I do sometimes meet people online and then I arrange to meet them out in the real world, and then I go there but I just hide and watch them… and I think… Wow! Now you are experiencing one percent of what I felt my entire childhood when I spoke to a girl. Wow! I never told anyone that before, heh. It feels good to talk.

Leopold: Hey, you gotta let it out sometimes, man. Otherwise it will bite you in the ass someday, and then you'll regret it. Forever hold your piece, right?

Lester: Heheh.. yeah. So, uh… I know you've been complaining but you weren't ready. But now, maybe… just maybe you are, ready to do real work! I mean, are you Interested?

Leopold: F*ck yeah I'm ready, me and my team are. I've been asking you many times before. Why'd you think I came here for?

Lester: Well… Because if you are I have a few things coming down the wire, soon-ish, if you want. I'll contact you… but don't let me down on this. I'm putting my neck on the line and I like my neck. It's my best feature. Aside from my sparkling conversation. (Lester shoos off Leopold)

Leopold: But when are we doing this?

Lester: I told you, I'll contact you when I find you a score, now get out of here.

Leopold heads out of the office and outside the factory. While at his car, Leopold makes a call to Jake and tells him the news.

Waiting for an answer, Leopold gets in his vehicle until Jake picks up with a car engine humming in the background. They talk in German.

Jake: Whats Up?

Leopold: Hey Jake…

Jake: Yo Leopold, what's up, man?

Leopold: Good, I guess. Are you street racing?

Jake: Oh naw, I'm just testing out a new ride on the freeway near La Puerta. What's going on?

Leopold: Jake, how's about you and I go and make some serious cash? And I'm not talking about raiding gang hideouts or car boosting. This is the real deal.

Jake: Wait one sec, (Screeching tires in the background) …Wooooo! Now that's a drift!

Leopold: Jake! My Question?

Jake: …Oh yeah sure dude, what kind of real deal are we talking about?

Leopold: I told you before, J, we're going big. Organized crimes, real trouble with the police, we're finally set for heist jobs. Lest just text and we're possibly gonna do this.

Jake: Oh Sh*t, I thought this day would never come. You're sure we're ready for this?

Leopold: I was just gonna ask you the same thing. I'll text Eris if she's up for it, but I'm definitely up for it. Lest hasn't let me down before, and I'm sure he'll won't with you. What do you say?

Jake: Damn, dude. I never met this guy before… Oh what the hell, if it makes more money than boosting import cars, then I'm in.

Leopold: Awesome, man.

Jake: So when are we doing this?

Leopold: How should I know, Lester is the one choosing the score. Man I don't know what that freak is going to give us, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be basic to start. Besides, I need to get out of my place for his guys to set up our planning room. You doing anything later on?

Jake: Yeah, there's a race going on up in the Vinewood Hills in Galileo. Great money if you're interested. If you have a sports ride, then they'll let you in. I'm taking that chance, are you?

Leopold: Sure Jake, I'm driving one right now.

Jake: Sweet dude. Meet me at my place, I'm heading over there right now. Catch ya there. (End Call)

Leopold heads to Jake's location, driving across the LS River with the sun setting.

Leopold Monolog: "So that's how it started. Jake and Eris were up for it, even Ronald and psycho Stephen sometime later. Yeah I met Jake back at his place; we took our vehicles up the hills and showed up when the sun has set. Jake always finds these races I've never seen before. At night that's when these streetracers with underglow under their cars always come out. Man, they still use underglow? I thought that sh*t became uncool since the mid 2000s. Anyway, yeah Jake wins this one, of course, but he wouldn't have made first if I wasn't there. Heh, I purposely blocked other racers from passing on those narrow roads in the hills, they got pissed that's for sure, hehehe. …What?... You want me to get to the point? Fine. We came back to my place right after. Already it was past midnight once we parked our vehicles in my garage. While up there that's when we saw everything."

Leopold and Jake walk into Leopold's planning room, talking: Jake: All you need is a tune, and you'll be able to keep up. I thought I gave you those parts for that XS long ago, man.

Leopold: Jake, you already gave me those parts, I was just keeping the other racers back so you could take the lead and bet.

Jake: Huh, so that's why you didn't bet in that purse then.

L &J notice the changes to the room: Woah.

Leopold: Damn, Jake, they actually changed my shelves around, man. Body Armor, weapon rack, ammo cases.

Jake looking around setup: Dude… you're going high ended on me? F*cking armed robberies man, doing that Heat sh*t.

Leopold: Yeah… just think… we're gonna be doing some serious business here. Going places, Jake. Our time as bangers, gangsters, streetracers, are all gonna be behind us now man. We're going to make big cash. We're gonna get into even more trouble now.

Jake, looking at broken monitor: uh dude, I think they broke something of yours here.

Leopold: Oh… yeah, about that…

Jake: hehe…You never change do you, bruh? Always those same freakouts you make dude. Been playing the new RS7 I see.

Jake continues: Man I still remember the first time I invited you to my place for an online game session when we were kids, playing the first Righteous Slaughter. You got so f*cking pissed from dying a lot online that you destroyed my dad's new TV. He had to chase you out with a broomstick dude, remember that?

Leopold: Yeah, he f*cking chased me around the whole block until he caught up with me and beat my shit. And I thought my assh*le dad hits harder.

Jake looking at watch: Sh*t. Hey look dude, I gotta split. Call me when that Lester guy gives you the score.

Leopold makes comment: Are you going to that All Nude Girls Private Night at the Vanilla Unicorn again?

Jake hesitates: …This time is blonde night, man.

Leopold: ha, now you, never change. See ya, Jake.

Jake zooms out of the parking garage in his blue Annis Elegy RH8 into the night.

Leopold Monolog: Jake loves girls almost as much as he loves fast cars. Any hot girl he sees, he has to try and get her in his car for some woohoo, you know what I'm saying? Dude's a perv at times. Though he has found one girl that he actually liked and respected before, yeah really, some Asian girl from a rival street crew who he started to date with, he even wanted to quit reading Richman magazines or going to strip clubs after finding her. But then one day, she got shot by some sore losing crew leader doing a drive-by after Jake had smoked him during a cross state street race the day before. Poor guy lost his first actual girlfriend and had no place to go after that. So he decided to role with me and leaves his old crew behind. He got over her days later at least.

Jake may be a player and best friend, but he's a mechanical genius and my best wheelman all the way. When he's in any car, he can master it in just seconds; I don't even know how he does it. The cops would go after him, but they can never catch up, unless there're police choppers, Jake hates them with a passion, don't we all? With him in my crew, he's our getaway driver, always supplies us with fast cars to take from his boosting jobs, it's his specialty he says. …Anyway, this was just the beginning going for the big times. Just a day after, Lester finally made the call. Me and Jake were now set up for our first small bank job in Great Ocean Highway…