(I DO NOT own the Grand Theft Auto series, or any of the names or brands that appear, but I do own most if not all of the OC's that will appear in this story. That being said, I hope you enjoy.)
August 17th, 2006. Liberty City, Algonquin Island. The Exchange.
At the Bank of Liberty City, a black van parked in the front. Inside, four men and a driver were getting ready, all dressed in black suits and ties... The men armed themselves with their AK47 assault rifles, while one of the men had a Remington 870 shotgun, modified to be fully automatic. All of them had M67 grenades, M1911 pistols, combat knives, and even a wooden baseball bat.
This was gonna set them up for life... This robbery was gonna make them all rich... Over thirty million dollars... EACH...
One of the robbers, Marcus Thompson, was the best safecracker in all of New England, which is precisely why they chose him for this job. The leader of the job was a man named Ivan Dorborovsky, a Russian-born criminal who's very professional. He was probably the best-skilled bank robber in Liberty City, if not the entire east coast...
"Is everyone ready to get a paycheck today?" Ivan asked, smirking.
Marcus nodded and looked at the other robbers and the driver, remembering their rolls in the heist they were about to pull off. Bryan Dempsey was the one who had the baseball bat, and he was working with Jeff Greene, both on crowd control. Their driver, Eddie Toh, was the one to drive them away once they got the cash, hopefully outrunning the police response. All of the robbers nodded in confirmation after putting on their matching black balaclavas, readying their weapons as they did.
"We're ready to rock and roll!" Bryan said.
The man who was responsible for the hacking and other cyber things for this job, Lester Crest, proceeded to send them a video-feed of the security cameras on a large computer in the back of the truck.
"Okay, you guys ready for this? I don't plan on heading to San Andreas without some cash with me at least..." Lester said over their earpieces.
"Yeah, Lest, we're ready to go." Ivan replied, smirking.
Eddie turned his head and looked in the back of the van, seeing the robbers were all indeed ready to get their payday.
"I'll keep the engine running." Eddie told them.
Marcus kicked open the back doors of the van, readying his AK47 as he climbed out. Horrified onlookers saw him and the rest of the robbers run towards the front doors of the Bank of Liberty City. Ivan and Jeff kicked open the doors, showing the people inside that they were about to get their money stolen. The guards pulled out their Berettas, but they were quickly knocked out by Bryan and Marcus. Jeff put a plastic zip-tie on the doorhandles, not wanting anyone to escape.
Ivan smirked as he climbed on top of a table, firing off a shell from his shotgun to get everyone's attention.
"Listen up assholes!" Ivan called out. "We're taking all of your fuckin' money! This ain't negotiable! Get your faces to the floor, and you'll live!" He said as Bryan and Jeff worked on getting all of the horrified people into a corner of the room. "And if you try to be a hero, you'll be shot!" Ivan added.
Marcus went through a security door, going right into the tellers area. He knocked out a man with the butt of his rifle, getting on a table and aiming his gun at everything moving.
"Don't be a hero! Get on the floor!" Marcus growled.
An employee raised his hands, fearfully looking up at Marcus. "But sir-" The man began to say before Marcus shoved his rifle into his face. "You too!" Marcus ordered.
The employee didn't say another word, too fearful for his life as he quickly went to the floor, putting his hands over his head like he was supposed to. Marcus went off of the table as Jeff ran in, knowing he was assigned to control everyone in this area. Marcus ran down a flight of stairs with a dufflebag in his hand, looking for the vault...
"How's it coming, Mark?" Lester asked. "The guys upstairs say the crowd is getting a little antsy." he said.
Marcus quickly went through a hallway, seeing the vault at the end of it.
"I'm almost there, Lester. Just tell them to keep them busy for as long as they can, I still need to get inside the vault." Marcus replied.
"Copy that. Let me know when you get inside and I'll send Ivan and Jeff down to help get the cash." Lester replied.
Marcus went through another security door, revealing that he was now in the room that was with the vault. Marcus smirked, walking to the vault and setting down the dufflebag. He opened it, pulling out an industrial cutting torch. Marcus aimed the nozzle at one of the two locks that was keeping the door shut, and he proceeded to start trying to cut through them.
Upstairs, Bryan was near the door and helping to keep the crowd under control. He went wide eyed, however, seeing several LCPD police cars and vans coming down the street. The police stopped their cars in the front of the bank, several SWAT teams coming out of the back of the police vans as the officers aimed their weapons at the front doors of the bank, and at the robber's van.
Eddie Toh had a shocked look, seeing the large amount of cops.
"What the fuck?!" Eddie asked. "You said you wouldn't let anyone trip the alarm! I'm not dying for you assholes!" he growled.
Bryan groaned, seeing Eddie quickly driving away from the scene... resulting in them losing their getaway ride. Bryan shut the doors, but not before seeing an LCPD Maverick helicopter arrive. As the police and SWAT teams waited outside, Marcus cut through the last lock to the vault door, putting down the cutting tool and then pulling open the door. Marcus went wide eyed, seeing not only millions of hundred dollar bills, but also some gold coins and solid gold ingots.
"Lester, I'm in! Jesus, there's so much fucking cash in here! I don't think we can take all of it!" Marcus said, wide eyed.
"Just take everything you can carry!" Lester replied as Marcus went to work filling his dufflebag. "I'll get Ivan to go down and help you!"
Marcus kept loading his dufflebag with stacks of twenties, fifties, and hundreds, saving the gold bars and coins for Ivan's bag. After Marcus got over one hundred million dollars in his bag, Ivan ran into the vault, going wide eyed at the large amount of money and gold he saw.
"Holy fuck!" Ivan exclaimed, shocked. "There's enough here for us all to enjoy!" he added, smirking as he went to load stacks of hundreds into his bag, along with all the gold bars and coins that he could.
Marcus nodded in agreement, filling his bag with all the money he could. He even stuffed a few stacks of hundreds in his coat pockets, wanting a little extra. "Let's just be glad Lester got the right frequency for the dye-packs!" Marcus stated. "This all would've been for nothing if not for that!" he added.
Ivan laughed, filling his dufflebag with over one-hundred and fifty million dollars, and several more million worth of gold.
"This is easier than I thought!" Ivan remarked as he and Marcus picked up their guns. "I should've done this years ago!" Ivan added.
Marcus laughed, totally agreeing with Ivan as he hoisted the dufflebag onto his shoulder, holding his AK with his free hand. The two men ran up the stairs and back out through the tellers area, finding Bryan and Jeff taking cover by the doors.
"Holy shit!" Jeff exclaimed, seeing the bags were entirely full. "How much did you get?!" he asked.
"We got enough! Where's Eddie?" Ivan asked.
Bryan groaned, noticing another LCPD helicopter fly over the large glass dome on the roof. "Eddie's gone! Fucking cut and ran when he saw all of the cops coming!" Bryan explained, frowning.
"Just fucking perfect! Shit, we'll have to go with plan B! Use one of the LCPD armored vans!" Ivan said.
Marcus glared at Ivan, everyone knowing it was an incredibly dumb idea. Take on the entire Liberty City Police Department just to steal one of their vans?!
"Ivan, it won't work!" Marcus stated, readying his AK. "We should try for the subway and get out through there!" he stated.
"We can't argue about this right now! We need to get the fuck outta here before the pigs kill us!" Bryan intervened, frowning.
Ivan adjusted his dufflebag, quickly loading an extra shell into his shotgun as he looked at the others.
"I'm not losing my fuckin' money..." Ivan told them, firmly. "I'm NOT doing twenty for a bank robbery, and I'm retiring a rich man, so everyone just shut up, kill all the pigs in your way, and get the goddamn van!" he ordered.
"Yeah, we're ready... Jeff, get the doors." Marcus said.
Jeff nodded, quickly running to the doors. He set down his AK47 and pulled out his knife, using it to cut the zip-tie he placed earlier. He picked up his gun and quickly opened the door, going wide eyed at what he saw... There was several LCPD snipers on the roof across from the bank, all zeroed in on Jeff's head and chest.
Marcus, Bryan, and Ivan all quickly backed away from the doors as they saw Jeff get shot dead by the snipers. Over fifteen bullets were in Jeff's body as it fell onto the floor, dead before he hit it.
"Holy shit!" Bryan exclaimed, shocked at the death.
Ivan growled, picking up Jeff's AK47. Together with his shotgun, he started walking out of the bank, shooting from both hands and killing every cop he saw in front of him. The snipers aimed at him, but Bryan and Marcus quickly took them out as they followed Ivan to one of the vans, shooting at anything that was moving around them. Ivan opened the back doors of an empty armored van, putting his and Marcus's dufflebags inside of the back of the van.
"Bryan, you're driving!" Ivan ordered as he and Marcus got in the back. Bryan quickly got in the driver's seat as Marcus and Ivan closed the backdoors, and as the LCPD Maverick noticed them.
"This is the LCPD! Get on the ground!" the pilot ordered from the loudspeaker on the helicopter.
Ivan kicked open the backdoors as Bryan started driving, revealing that he found a MILKOR M32 MGL grenade launcher. The chopper got close and Ivan fired off a forty millimeter grenade at the chopper, seeing it hit right in the co-pilot seat. After the chopper was hit dead-on, Marcus and Ivan watched with shock as they saw it crash into an apartment building in neighboring Chinatown, killing the pilot and probably anyone near the building itself.
"HOLY FUCK!" Bryan exclaimed, seeing it all happen from his rear-view window. "DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT SHIT?!" He asked, shocked beyond belief.
Ivan laughed as the LCPD police cars caught up, easily turning them into burning hulks of metal with his new grenade launcher. He enjoyed blowing the cars up as they started heading towards The Triangle and wanting to get to Star Junction, hoping to lose at least some of the police in the traffic.
Marcus simply shot at the stragglers and survivors with an M16A4 he found in the van, loving the sight of them winning their score. But he also noticed that as they went on Burlesque street, they were on the wrong side of the road!
"Okay, I've hacked into the LCPD mainframe and I'm diverting as many of them as I can." Lester said, hiding his smirk. "I've got most of them thinking you're in different areas in the city. But some of them already saw you in The Triangle and I can't do anything about them." he said.
"I've got a grenade launcher! I'll take care of these pricks!" Ivan replied, laughing.
Marcus shot the driver of one of the police cars, making it go out of control and crash right into a local Burger Shot restaurant, killing a bystander or two in the crash. Bryan then made a sharp turn and started driving into The Triangle, leading the remaining LCPD cars towards it to hopefully lose them. Marcus groaned as he saw he was out of ammunition, tossing his M16A4 out of the van and switching to his M1911, firing on some of the cars. Suddenly, Marcus felt a pair of hands pull him up and push him to the wall of the van...
Ivan smirked as he pinned Marcus to the wall, taking his pistol and his knife and tossing them out of the van. "Sorry Marcus... But I'll get your share if I ditch you right now..." Ivan said to him.
Marcus went wide eyed, realizing what Ivan was about to do. "You treacherous piece of shit!" Marcus growled.
Ivan punched Marcus in the face and then proceeded to throw him out of the van, making Marcus land right in the middle of Star Junction. Marcus saw Ivan waving sarcastically before he shut the doors of the van, which made its getaway through the streets of Liberty City.
"Marcus?! Are you there?!" Lester asked, concerned.
Marcus coughed and stood up, brushing himself off as he looked around. Suddenly, several LCPD police cars appeared from the streets, stopping and making a large circle around him. Officers exited their cars and aimed their Glocks and their shotguns at him, knowing he had nowhere to go... Marcus sighed, frowning at the cops as he raised his hands.
"Lester... You might wanna cut the connection now..." Marcus stated, not wanting his friend to get caught.
As Lester did as he was told and cut the connection to Marcus's earpiece, ensuring he wouldn't be caught. Several police officers started running towards Marcus, one tackling him as another put a pair of handcuffs on the now-arrested bank robber...
This wasn't the first time Marcus was busted, but he knew this one was gonna be the one he hated most...
Four Weeks Later...
The trial was short, less than fifteen minutes before the verdict was confirmed. All of the jurors knew he was guilty after listening to the witnesses and surviving officers from the robbery... Marcus was screwed, and he knew it. He took a few quick looks at the witnesses and the surviving officers, seeing all of them had either frowns, tears, or determination... Marcus even recognized one of the witnesses and remembered he shoved a gun right in his face, and he recognized one of the officers because he knew he shot him in the face, apparently only hitting him in the ear because of the visible wound.
"Please rise." the bailiff said to the defendant. Marcus and his court-appointed lawyer stood up, seeing the judge get to the podium. The judge sat down, taking a quick glare at Marcus before he looked at the jury.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" The judge asked.
One of the jury members stood up, nodding in confirmation. "We have, your honor." she said.
The bailiff walked over to the jury member, taking a piece of paper from her. He walked it back over to the judge and handed it to him, getting back to his spot as the judge took a long, hard, thoughtful look at the paper... The judge then sat it down, taking off his glasses and looking down at Marcus.
"Marcus James Thompson... For your crimes against this city, and against this great country... This court hereby sentences you to life in prison without ANY possibility of parole..." The Judge said, almost growling at Marcus.
Marcus sighed, shaking his head as he heard his sentence... Spending the rest of his life behind bars?
"Your sentence will be fulfilled in Alderney State Correctional Facility in the state of Alderney... You will stay for a period of two years before being transferred to a maximum-security prison that is yet to be determined... Count yourself lucky you have not received the death penalty, Mister Thompson." The judge said, frowning. "And may god have mercy on you, you evil abomination." he added.
Marcus kept standing as everyone else sat down, knowing he was allowed a statement if he chose to. He simply smirked at the witnesses and officers before he turned to look back at the judge, smirking as he raised both his middle fingers at him.
"I'd 'respectfully' like to tell you, the jury, and this entire justice system to go fuck yourselves, you stupid old fuck." Marcus rudely said, smirking.
The judge had a furious look as he banged his gavel. "BAILIFF! GET THIS SON OF A BITCH OUT OF MY COURTROOM!" he roared, furious at the cockiness of the murderer in front of him. Marcus laughed at him, the surviving officers, the witnesses, and everyone else in the courtroom as the bailiff started leading him out...
Marcus laughed until the bailiff hit him in the stomach with his nightstick, causing Marcus to fall to his knees and cough with pain. Marcus groaned as another bailiff came and helped the other bailiff drag Marcus to a holding cell, quickly tossing him in and locking the door behind him.
As Marcus waited for the journey to prison, he sat down on the bed that was in the holding cell, losing his laughter. He frowned as he thought about Ivan Dorborovsky, remembering how he was betrayed by him and made off with all of the money...
He silently swore that if he ever escaped then he'd kill that son of a bitch...
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