"Shit!"
"Get down!"
"Where are they coming from?!"
"FUCK!"
There's the hiss of a rocket, an explosion, then the radios of the surrounded members of the Los Santos Police Department go silent.
Under the sound of the screams and explosions, laughter can be heard from a man in a leather jacket, a rocket launcher in his hands, and a skull mask covering his face. He loads in another rocket and fires it at another group of police cars, another explosion filling the air.
"Nice shot Ryan!" The call comes from a curly-haired man, a minigun in hand, mowing down anyone who got too close. Gold flashes in the corner of his eye, a pair of golden pistols going off rapidly, the owner a man with a rather large nose wearing a pair of very expensive sunglasses that somehow never seem to break, yelling what sounds like British slang.
"Ooooooh you haven't seen the best yet!" The masked man, Ryan, laughs and pulls out... a flare gun? The remaining members of the LSPD look at each other in confusion, watching as the ball of light soars overhead...
And right into the open hood of a wrecked car.
The flames of the flare catch the oil instantly and the explosion is rather impressive. The police in the helicopters above the trio balk from the controls.
"Jack? You coming?" The British man asks, pressing a couple fingers to the communicator in his ear.
"Nearly there." A female chimes back. Moments later, two military jets streak by, blowing the police choppers out of the sky.
"SUCK IT!" A man's voice taunts through the communicator, the pilot visible as he turns: a purple jacket with a black beanie, covering darker, Puerto Rican skin, marks the sniper Ray. He laughs and pulls the jet up, giving room for Jack, the lone woman of the team. She doesn't mind, the men never trying to make a move on the pilot... mostly because they trust her too much with their lives.
"Did you get the package?" A sixth voice chimes in the earpieces of the five gathered on the road.
"We've got it, don't worry. That's why there's so many cops." Michael, the man with the minigun, reports.
"Then get the fuck out of there before Gavin destroys it!"
"Wot? I'd never!" Gavin, the Brit, protests.
"Yes you would you British fuck." The other voice sounds terse and stressed.
Jack rolls her eyes before she pulls away and lands the jet skillfully on the side of Mount Chilead, not too far from them. On the side is a cargobob they had planted before the heist. With a small smirk, Jack exits the jet and slides into the pilot seat of the other aircraft. She comes back and lands it, Michael getting up front with the package on his lap, Ryan and Gavin taking the firing positions on the open sides. "We ready?" Jack asks through the headset of the aircraft. Her comm is met with sounds of agreement before she takes off with the Crazy, Mad, and Unpredictable, an explosion sounding as they gain altitude: Ray destroying the vacant jet with a well-aimed rocket.
With Gavin, Ryan, and Ray as firepower, the trip back to base is fairly uneventful. Jack lands the cargobob on the roof of the Maze Bank building, the three men and one woman getting out. Ray circles the jet around before he makes sure he's a safe distance from the crew before he jumps from the jet, parachuting onto the roof carefully. The jet crashes below, causing even more mayhem. "Oops" is the only reaction from the Puerto Rican.
"Alright boss, We've landed." Jack reports.
"Okay now why the fuck aren't you here?" The leader of this little gang, Geoff Ramsey, demands. A lot is riding on the delivery of the package, the box in Michael's hands. "Our client is arriving in an hour, and if you're not here before he gets here we're going to have a lot of issues. I do not want issues with clients. Our clients keep us alive, rich, and happy. Do you understand?" The crew mumbles in agreement, none of them really joyful when Geoff is in a bad mood. Usually he just insults the shit out of them. "Good. Now get your fucking asses here now." The earpieces go silent.
"Wot's the fastest way down?" Gavin asks, figuring the answer isn't going to be one he likes.
"Parachuting is an option." Jack points out, but Michael shakes his head.
"Can't go down with this thing. Can't be damaged. Not too sure what to do to be honest." He bites his lip.
"I could fly you down in the 'bob and the rest could parachute for style." Jack chuckles.
"Ooooo that would look epic!" Gavin grins, the sunglasses moving to his head as the sun begins to set.
"Just make a decision before the boss decides to use us as target practice." Ryan sounds a little tense.
"We did. You three jump, Michael and I will fly down. And go!" She shoves Gavin almost off the building, but he catches himself.
"Wot the bloody hell, Jack?" He protests.
"Shut up and jump!" She barks back, getting in the cargobob again. Ray and Ryan exchange exasperated looks as they figure Gavin's going to get his ass handed to him later. Then they jump, chutes pulled after a few moments of falling. Gavin jumps a second after they do, pulling it when he's by them.
The landing for the three is less than graceful, Gavin stumbling as he hits the pavement. Jack lands the cargobob beautifully, it gently touching down before she kills the engine. Michael gets out and goes into Geoff's building. After dropping the chutes the other three men follow. Jack has her pistol and takes up the rear, checking for any cops. None. Coast is clear.
They ride up to the penthouse and get out, knocking on Geoff's door. "Fucking finally!" He huffs as he opens the door. The Crew piles in and there they wait for their client. He
comes exactly one hour from when Geoff talked to them. A knock on the door is heard, Gavin opening it to reveal an amiable man with a kind face, some scruff, and spiked hair. "Hey guys! Got it?"
"Where's the money, Luna?" Geoff raises an eyebrow. He's in his usual suit, mustache carefully waxed and styled, and looking every bit the boss he is. He sets down his glass of whiskey on the table.
"Yeah yeah I've got that." "Luna" snaps and a couple men come in with briefcases. Geoff gestures to them and Michael and Ryan step forward and open them. One is full of $100 bills and the other with rounds of ammo of various kinds. Geoff nods in approval.
"Here you are." He gives Luna the package and the man doffs an invisible cap before he turns and swaggers out.
"Pleasure doing business with the FAHC!"