Atlas, 9 Years Ago

Three women and a man sat outside the entrance to a small town bank in an old, rusted station wagon, snow and chilling winds whipping through the air. The aging engine hummed and sputtered in their parking spot, their wipers moving madly to wipe off the snow and water from their windshield. It had been an unusually frigid and harsh winter in Atlas, too cold for them to pull off their plans. But they had little to no time left to pull off one last heist before the dots were connected and they were busted. Finally, a girl with red streaks in her black hair and a black and red dress spoke, looking back at her comrades in the backseat"Alright, get the ski masks on. Just remember the plan, we go in quick, grab as much money we can from that safe, and book it to the pick-up zone."

Without a word, the other two girls slid on their ski masks, struggling to get them over one's flowing blonde hair and the others rabbit-like ears atop her head. "Good, now," the girl said, turning her attention to the driver, pointing at a sign at the other side of the building, "pull down over their and park. We'll bust out through the back garage door and make a break for you. Just keep the car running and try not to be suspicious, last thing we need is our only ride getting arrested."

With that, the trio exitted the car, assault rifles ready in their hands. They charged for the door, the blonde kicking it open and the others filing in behind her, aiming at 2 civilians, a guard, and a teller. "Everybody just listen to us and no one gets hurt!" Red demanded.

The guard made a motion for his gun but Blondie was quicker, firing off a single round that passed right through the glass between them and the tellers and his skull. "I'll repeat myself, listen to us! Someone open that door!"

A terrified, sobbing female teller made her way to the door separating them from the entrance to the hallway of the safe. She swiped her card by the door's sensor, a loud buzz sounding as she pulled the door open. Blondie was first into the room, bringing her rifle over her shoulder and ramming the butt into the tellers head, sending her sprawling back. "Alright, I'll place the C4, you take care of these guys!" Blondie shouted, disappearing around the corner.

"Don't blow yourself up! Alright, everyone into that room behind you, now!" Red demanded.

Slowly, the group, including the dazed and bleeding teller, made their way into the supply closet, the aims of Red and Bugs' guns never leaving them for a second. Just as the last one made their way into the room, Bugs shutting the door on them, Blondie appeared from the hallway once more, bracing up against the wall next to the hallway. "Bombs are in place, we're good to go!"

"What'd you set the timer to..."

A violent explosion rocked through the building at that moment, the sound of the solid metal door to the safe crashing down echoing through the halls, catching Red off-guard. Blondie laughed at her partner's fright, Red rolling her eyes as she and Blondie made their way to the safe. "Come on, show me the money!"

"Slow and steady, Blondie, slow and steady. Last thing we need is us leaving a paper trail because you forgot to zip your duffel bag shut."

The two entered the safe, the alarms ringing madly throughout the building and the sirens hooked up outside, red lights flashing all around them in unison with the alarms. The two made quick work of the task, scooping and sliding every unwrapped stack of cash into their bags, filling them up with hundreds of thousands of dollars. "What's the hold up, do you want to get busted?!" Blondie yelled, waiting at the entrance of the room.

Red finished loading up the last few stacks before exiting the safe behind Blondie. Just as she exited the threshold of the door, an arm swung around her chest and pulled her in, ripping her mask off and locking around her neck as a pistol was pressed into her temple. She peered through the corner of her eye at the bald, aging man beside her, stammering, "I...I saw your face. I...I'll...remember you!"

"You forget thousands of things every day, make sure this is one of them."

Another shot rang out, the guard dropping back with a hole right between his eyes. Red plucked her gun from the ground, looked at her accomplice and smirked, "Nice shot, get us out of here!"

Bugs came running up to the group as they continued down the hall, turning another corner and finding themselves at another set of heavy locked doors. The group took cover as Blondie placed another bomb on it, the explosion hitting just as she dove behind a crate, the doors flying back off their hinges and into the wall far behind them. The gang took cover by door that led outside, Red hissing, "Fuck, sirens, the cops are already here! You know the drill, leave no witnesses and get rid of all cops! Blondie, hit the switch."

The woman slammed her fist into the button, the shutter doors slowly ascending upwards to reveal three cop cars with half a dozen men behind them, boxing them in. "Shit, now what?" Bugs yelled.

Red reached into her pocket, producing a grenade, "Always come prepared."

She ripped the pin free with her teeth and peered around the corner, flinging the grenade right onto the hood of a cruiser. The cops had barely time to yell before the grenade exploded, causing the car it landed on and the two beside it to erupt in a fantastic, fiery explosion. The trio quickly made their way down the iced-over road leading to the patch of highway their car was parked at. But they had barely made it a quarter of the way down before more cruisers and SUV's began to barrel at them. They returned fire once more, peppering several windshields with rounds until they were nothing but a mass of white, shattered glass and blood. But soon the remaining cars skidding to a stop, the officers inside getting out and instantly opening fire on them, forcing them behind cover. "Anymore bright ideas, oh great leader?" Blondie jibed.

Red reached for her lower back and produced a rectangular red piece of metal. With one click of a button, it expanded out into a massive scythe. "There's always a plan."

Red reached into a pouch on her side and slammed a clip with a black cross into the scythe, taking aim at one cop car and firing. The vehicle exploded on impact, the force and shrapnel killing the nearby officers and destroying the vehicles nearest to it. "Now that's what I was hopin' for!" Blondie shouted, the group making their way to the highway once more, Red compacting her weapon back to its regular form.

They reached the highway but were once again flanked by squad cars, the teams fire, however, made short work of them as they made it to the car. They piled into their original seats, Bugs and Blondie ripping their masks off as the driver said, "What took you so long?"

"Shut the fuck up and drive!" Blondie roared in anger.

Without another word, the driver threw the stick in drive and sped off, Bugs saying, "Whew, that couldn't have gone better! Did you see what that big ass scythe did to those cars!?"

"Yeah, the Crescent Rose never fails you when your in a bind..."

"Hey, you girls want keep fingering for compliments or do you want to deal with these idiots coming up on us?" Blondie said as the sirens grew louder and two more cruisers closer.

Blondie broke her window open with the butt of her rifle, leaning out and firing at the nearest car, her rounds hitting true and sending the car careening off the road, driver-less. She took aim at the next but got only empty clicks, the woman getting back in her seat and cussing as she rifled through her bag for another clip. In the meantime, the cruiser caught up beside them, the driver nervously asking, "Hey, do you think they'll..." before being cut off by a 9 mm entering his temple.

"Oh, fuck!" Red said, quickly taking the wheel and forcing the corpse out the door before taking the seat, "That guy was a dick anyway...Fuck you!"

She slammed into the cruiser, making it fishtail and speed off the road and directly into a tree, crumpling on impact to the cheers of the trio. "Alright, let's get to the chopper, if we hurry we'll be just ahead of the train's schedule!"

Red stepped on the gas, speeding through the ice and towards the pick-up. Just as they came over a bridge, a line of police cars, 5 deep, blocked their path. "Shit, roadblock, now what?!" Bugs inquired.

"Turn right up here, that's our stop!" Blondie shouted, leaning over the seat and pointing at the turn.

Red quickly whipped the car into the turn, nearly sliding into an embankment before her tires caught rode and sped along to a farmhouse just beyond a set of train tracks. The lights began to blink and the alarms chimed as the train neared, blasting it's whistle. "We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it!"

The car jumped right over the tracks, but the back-right panel was clipped by the train, sending it spinning madly through the air and wrapping around a tree just before the home's farmland property. "Jesus, everybody alright?" Red asked.

"Yeah, yeah, ditch the car, we just gotta get to that orchard over their and wait for the chopper!" Blondie said as she stumbled out of the car, heading in the orchard's direction.

"No, stick to the plan."

"What?"

"Stick to the fucking plan! Come on, post up by that house, shoot anyone that comes near here until the chopper lands in that field."

The robbers cautiously made their way to the farmhouse, checking every route of escape as they came up on it. "Where the fuck is that chopper?" Red demanded.

"Stay here, I'll go around back!" Bugs said, stepping in-front of Blondie as a shot rang out.

Bugs crumbled to the ground, gasping and clutching her chest as blood oozed from her mouth and nose. "Fuck, run, it's the fed! Who fuckin' talked?!" Blondie roared, diving behind a pile of wood by the house's front porch.

"No, stay with me, Velvet, stay with me!" Red demanded, trying to comfort her fallen ally.

Another shot rang out, Red moaning in pain and collapsing back, both hands grasping her stomach. "Oh...shit...I'm hit! Yang...you gotta get outta here!"

"I'm not gonna leave you, Ruby!"

"Go, I'm not gonna make it...fuckin' gonna bleed out...Oh, God..." Ruby moaned as she slowly lay back.

"NO! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Yang shouted as more cops poured in from a driveway perpendicular to theirs.

She fired as many rounds as she could at any cop she saw, dozens more cars piling in before her round went dry. She cussed out loud before another sniper round went whizzing by her head, sending her stumbling back in shock and sprinting towards the orchard, disappearing in the whiteout with officers in pursuit.

2 Weeks Later

A grave lay open in the snow-covered ground, four women and a man standing beside it and weeping as a priest stood at the foot of the hole, preaching, "She was not always a good student...not always a good citizen...she didn't die a hero's death. But she was a person. Our Lord was crucified beside two thieves, so perhaps...we should not judge. We are born in sin, we die in sin. Therefore, Ruby was like all of us, in that way..."

An observer beyond the fence dismissed what the man had said with a simple gesture, turning away and heading towards a police officer. "I'm sorry things went the way they did."

The woman glared at the man in silence, forcing him to adjust his glasses in the awkwardness and say, "Alright, we've already got it lined up for you and your fiancee to get you straight to Vale and into the nicest part of town."

The woman continued to glare, the man clearing his throat and leading her away.

Present

A woman sat in a leather couch, looking blankly at the wall before her, surrounded by artwork and statues. Her hair had grown out considerably, reaching her mid-back and tied back in a ponytail, the tips still being streaked red. She snapped out of her trance as she heard a green-haired man ask, "So, Ruby, how's your life at home? Like your adopted children? Your husband?"

"I like them? Are they good? Do they help out around the house? Do they tell me they love me? No. Where do I begin? Oh, how about Nora? She's a psycho, I told her she couldn't have her boyfriend over, and she slashed my tires! She gets into fights, beats kids up, and brings home the absolute scum of Vale. She's insane, she doesn't know what fear is or when to quit. My husband is always with his golf instructor and yoga instructor, both women. He never talks to me, we rarely sleep in the same bed, and he's made no efforts to do simple things like talk to me or respect what I have to say when we do. Then, you gave me Penny, good God! She doesn't look at me or hardly talk, she just mumbles! She spends her whole day upstairs, sitting on her ass and playing video games, chatting with random people like they were her best friends. Hell, any stranger we have a moment to spare to, she's all over them, asking them awkward questions and making them friends even though the person is creeped out. She and Nora never listen to what I or my husband have to say, if it were different times I'd beat them into obedience. But, no, everything's a fight or a passive aggressive display of power. Those kids have way more opportunities than I had as a kid. When I was their age, I had already been to jail twice! I robbed banks...I smuggled arms...I even sold narcotic dust."

"And you consider them achievements?" Dr. Oobleck asked.

"These were the only opportunities I've had, my mom was killed when I was twelve! At least I took my chances!"

"And where did those chances get you?" Oobleck rebutted, a hint of smugness in his tone.

Ruby rose to her feet, bringing her clutched fists up by her head as she hissed, "They got me right fucking here! The end of the rainbow. I live in a big house with a cheating husband who hasn't touched me since we got those kids and two useless kids and now I'm stuck talking to you cause no one else gives a shit! If this is the dream, oh, I'm living it, baby! And that dream is fucked! It's...fucking fucked!"

Ruby continued to fume as Oobleck casually checked his watch, saying, "Let it all out..."

"I think I just did." Ruby replied, catching her breath and taking a seat.

"Well, I think that's all we'll have time for today. Same time next week?"

"Sure, why not?"

Ruby strolled over to the door, stopping as she grabbed the handle and asked, "Is this shit even helping?"

"A completely logical, reasonable doubt is a good sign your on the right path."

Ruby sighed as she shook her head, slamming the door behind her as she exited the building, strolling down a long stretch of road by a gorgeous beach. She took in the sights all around her, extravagant houses to her left, a peer with a carnival up ahead, shops beyond the homes and so much more that any beach had to offer. It was...a damn shame she was forced to live here. She found her way to a bench by the end of the line of houses, taking a seat and rubbing her eyes, groaning in anger as a drunken hobo crawled by her, an officer right behind him beckoning him to surrender. "I know just how you feel."

"Man, this shit gotta be around here somewhere." a blonde man in an open-front white shirt said, a monkey's tail standing erect behind him.

"Unless they buried it under the sand or we're blind. Just another brilliant Sun Wukong production." a black-haired woman replied, a black ribbon on top of her head.

"Man, fuck you." Sun said, turning his attention to the woman on the bench and asking, "Excuse me, homie, can you tell me where Attuck Beach House is?"

The woman looked up at him, her expression simply annoyed, as she replied, "No, homie, I cannot."

"Come on, Sun, let's just go. Fuck, what will Cinder do to us?!" the girl said.

"Wait!" the woman said, shooting up to her feet and pointing at one home two houses down. "That one right there, with the yellow stairs, that's what you're looking for."

"Yeah, good lookin' out, thanks, man...woman?" Sun said.

The girl dragged him along as he continued to gaze lovingly at the woman, harshly whispering, "Get moving and stop talking with strangers. Why don't you ask him who the owner is? Or, better yet, write in the sky that two faunus are about to steal a couple cars in case no one noticed."

"See, what you don't realize is that what we're doin' ain't stealing, this shit is a legit business, Blake."

"Legit? Oh, yeah, I forgot, tax returns, 401 K's, and all, completely legit."

"You're the one all worked up about doing this job, pussy. I'm getting my money from the hood, I'm going straight. You know what I'm saying, I'm cool."

"Cool? What, throwing gang signs, selling drugs, and pretending to be ghetto? Yeah, real cool."

"Don't hate me cause you ain't me, let's just get these rides and get me my scratch."

Well, folks, an unannounced work, wait, what? I had this idea for a long time, but never wanted to do it as another popular story, Grand Theft RWBY, was out and I didn't want people to claim I was ripping it off. This is based on the storyline of GTA V, not a free-written version of the Online experience (which is a piece of writing I highly recommend). I've used characters from RWBY to play the parts of those they portray from GTA. They may be out of character, but that is just the way I wrote them to fit these roles. I'll put out more info and a character list on my profile soon. As always, criticism and compliments are welcome, as well as favorites and follows. See you guys again, remember to cite your DAM sources.