AN: Starting a new Fake AH Crew fic! More characters and maybe relationships will be added as the fic goes on, rating might go up, etc. Have patience for my slow writing and enjoy! (This fic will take place through multiple locations of the GTA universe, and eventually it will be an Immortal Fake AH Crew AU. Just to clarify.)
Disclaimer: i don't own shit blah blah. The cover photo belongs to its artist and Achievement Hunter, I guess.
At first, it had just been Geoff and Jack. They were a clumsy, yet powerful pair that had smaller crews in fear from the moment they met in Liberty City. They were a dynamic duo, but knew not to bite off more than they could chew. They took on smaller, personal jobs as opposed to large heists, though they hoped to tackle those too, someday.
Sometimes, things still got too hot to handle for them, and they knew they needed to expand. However, they couldn't just go inviting every random criminal they saw, right?
...
Right?
"We've gotta get out of here!" Geoff called to Jack from across the warehouse, juggling the bags they came here for. 3 bodies lay dead in the middle of the room, and Jack was leaving a sickly note with them.
Don't mess with us again.
It honestly wasn't that menacing, but with the sirens approaching, it was the best that Jack could manage.
"Alright, let's go!" He yelled back, slinging his shotgun over his shoulder and following Geoff out the door to their car. Well, Jack's car.
"We should really get an actual getaway car, shouldn't we?" Geoff asked casually, shoving the bags in the backseat as Jack took to the driver's seat.
"No shit, or at least fake plates!"
They sped off, headlights turned off in hopes they wouldn't be seen, and that they wouldn't hit something either.
Once they were clear and the adrenaline faded, it was easier to make conversation about their plans for the future.
"We can't keep doing this. We're gonna run out of small jobs, Jack."
"I know," he sighed, "But we haven't met anyone we can trust. It's just us, for now."
"But how long can we make do with just us? We're already struggling to get heavy weapons, which we need, Jack," the older man insisted, slumping in his seat. "We need to get connections."
Jack shrugged, knowing that Geoff was right. However, he kind of liked what the two had, just them, no one else to look out for. They had each other's backs and that's all that mattered, right?
Geoff rubbed his knuckles nervously, "We need to travel, Jack. We need to meet people."
"You make us sound like single parents," Jack laughed, even more so when Geoff rolled his eyes at the comment.
"If anyone's the single parent, it's you," he mumbled, too lazy to invent a better comeback.
"Sure," Jack smirked, "Whatever you say, Geoff."
They eventually arrived at Geoff's small apartment, which currently served as their safehouse. This could change though, especially with Geoff continuously pressing Jack to move on from Liberty City. They could come back anytime, but Geoff wanted out right now.
"You know I'm going to sell this place, right?" he asked Jack, though more in a tone of telling rather than asking.
"Where do you plan on staying, then?"
"I dunno. There's warehouses and stuff. Or.. we could get a van! We could travel in a van, Jack!" Geoff suggested excitedly.
"Do you really want to sleep in a van?" the larger man asked with a raise of his brow.
"..."
"That's what I thought."
Geoff did eventually win the argument though, simply packing up their few belongings and doing a private sale while Jack was off on an ammo run. Needless to say, Jack was furious when he returned.
It was the worst kind of furious. The silent one, where he wouldn't talk to Geoff and sat stubbornly in the yard of the shoddy place instead.
It was getting dark. Geoff wanted to leave. He'd been trying to negotiate with Jack for hours, and was finally fed up.
"Alright Jack, with or without you, I'm going to New Guernsey," he finally told the other. "It isn't far, and we can always come back here. It's easy enough to buy a small place around here. Or steal it."
Jack sighed, the closest he'd come to speaking yet that night.
After a very very long silence, and a glance at his watch, he stood. "Alright. Let's go."
The two were absolutely prepared to stay at a motel that night, until they stopped to get gas just inside the border of New Guernsey. Fascinatingly enough, the gas station was being held up.
"Let's check it out," Geoff suggested, loading his silenced pistol with deft fingers and sliding it into a concealed holster on his right side.
"I guess," Jack agreed, choosing to carry an automatic pistol on his person.
The two exited their car and approached the doors to the place cautiously, peering in through the glass.
The cameras had been shot, and the only cashier on duty had her hands in the air with the barrel of a gun at the tip of her nose. The two men couldn't see the face of the person holding the weapon, but whoever it was, they had some tact.
Geoff raised his eyebrows as money was handed over to the thief and the thief began to turn away. At this angle, Geoff could make out a very young face, one that made his heart race because no one that young should be involved in this, even if Geoff himself had been. The face was masculine, and he wore glasses with dark lenses. Curly brown hair framed his face, shaggy and in need of a good wash and cut.
Respect points: lost.
That was until the thief raised the gun over his shoulder, and without looking, shot the cashier right in the head.
"No witnesses," he said, the most terrifying grin Geoff had ever seen on his face.
Respect points: GAINED.
"Booyeah!" Geoff shouted without thinking, and the thief cocked his head to the side, grin never faltering. He turned slowly to Geoff and Jack, raising his gun at them too.
"I said no witnesses."
The two older men were too quick for him though, Jack shooting just to the right of the boy's head to distract him while Geoff disarmed him. It was surprisingly difficult, he must say, and caught him off guard. Geoff quickly had the boy pinned, though.
"How old are you?" was his first question.
"None of your fucking business, that's how old," the thief spit out, struggling to free himself, although it would be pointless. Jack's knots were nothing to mess with.
"Ooh, this one's sassy, Jack!" Geoff laughed, but the other man wasn't amused.
"You could've gotten us killed," he said in a monotone voice.
"Wouldn't be the first time!" Geoff piped up, and the younger boy made a point to roll his eyes so far back that it seemed as if they would just roll right into his skull.
"Am I supposed to be afraid of you?" he questioned, making startling eye contact with Geoff.
"Hey, I'm the one asking questions here, buddy," Geoff told him sternly, furrowing his brows.
"I'm not your buddy, guy," the boy mumbled, and Geoff raised one of his lowered eyebrows, taking the bait.
"I'm not your guy, bud."
The thief finally cracked a small sliver of a smile then at the South Park joke, and Geoff grinned.
"I like this kid!"
The mentioned 'kid' scowled at that.
"Ah shit, no Geoff, don't let him grow on you. We've gotta get rid of him."
"Get rid of him? He's just a kid, Jack! Look at him!"
"I'm not a kid," the boy hissed, but it was pointless. He was, and they weren't listening to him anyways.
"We're keeping him," Geoff said in a tone of finality.
"Keeping me? I'm not a fucking pet for your entertainment, assholes."
As he said this, the boy began to wiggle his wrists and pull them apart, testing his ropes. They were tight, but he was sure there was a way to get out of them somehow. He tried to recall Jack's method for tying, but he couldn't reverse replicate it since he couldn't see exactly how it was done. He grit his teeth, simply going back to giving himself rope burn as he attempted to fray the rope with his fingernails.
Geoff, too distracted to notice the boy's antics, tugged on Jack's sleeve like a kid who just saw a toy at the store.
"Listen to him! He's got the mouth of a sailor! He's got fucking skills with a gun, and tact. He's perfect for the crew!"
Jack sighed and crossed his arms. "He's young, Geoff. He still has a normal life ahead of him."
What the boy said next was almost unheard, because he was so quiet. "No I don't."
"What? Of course you do. You could always turn things around, I'm sure your record can't be tha-"
"No," the younger cut Jack off, "I don't. I've been on my own for years."
The implication of his sentence left the three in a heavy silence until it was finally broken by the boy himself.
"Listen. Tell me about this... crew..." he drawled, a suspicious tone weighing down his words. He needed to buy more time, enough to get the rope off. He was almost there.
"It's just me and Jack right now, but we want to expand."
Jack glares, "Geoff wants to expand."
"Oh, so those are your names. Jack and Geoff. Thanks for the knowledge, now I'll know what to tell the police when I'm taken for witness protection."
His ropes dropped, as did Jack's jaw.
Neither of them were fast enough to catch the boy as he ran.