The smoke dangled from his lips. It was bland, but that is what he got for buying the cheapest pack he could find. Fiddling with the radio to look busy, he let out a slow breath, peering over the edge of his sunglasses he watched Jeremy casual step out of the store, a painted paper bag dangling from his hands. Their last heist had gone so well that they were immediately planning a new one. Well, they had been split into teams of two to scout out different locations. Par for the course it had been split into OG, consisting of Geoff and Jack. Nice dynamite, featuring Gavin and Michael, how the Jersey boy didn't kill the Brit he didn't fully understand. Of course, the battle buddies had been left to make up the last team, obviously he and Jeremy filled that category.

A passing LSPD cruiser caught his eye, and he nodded respectfully to the officer who had caught sight of him. The officer nodded back, even raising a hand in greeting as he drove by. Jeremy crawled into the car and Ryan pulled the smoke from between his lips, tapping the ashes out the window. He eyed up the bag the newest recruit was currently setting on the floor of the his passenger seat.

"Don't forget it." He mumbled, shifting the car into gear and checking his mirrors. The cruiser was at the light just a few feet away, so he eased into traffic at a normal speed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently.

"I won't" Jeremy sounded slightly confused and Ryan chuckled, something that seemed to quiet the boy right up. What had the others been telling him?

"I occasionally drive Gavin around. That idiot goes through so many cars we've all stopped loaning him ours. It's cheaper to just drive him around then let him crash your car. Or have it impounded when he pisses off the LSPD." His explanation was just ever so slightly clipped. They had been given their team name after the two of them had carried a heist on their own, Geoff had made some joke about them coming back valiant from a battle, Gavin had called them buddies. The outcome was moot. Flicking his signal on, he waited until the Zentorno was beyond view of the cruiser. Jerking the car out around the small coupe infront of him, slamming his foot down, the superclass vehicle sailed from zero to eighty almost instantly. The male in the passenger seat was grinning at the increased speed. "So what did we find out?"

"Oh! Yeah, security is pretty straightforward. Motion sensors on the doors, security system with a pin code. Sensored glass. Keys are kept in a safe in the back office, no visual confirmation but when she went to get the keys for this baby..." The man motions to the bag at his feet. "..it took her longer than it would have if she had just gone to a shelf of a lock box." He shrugged and leaned back. "Might be a bit much right now, unless Geoff wants to outsource again. Lindsay is out now, no way he is going to call her in and she was the only hacker good enough to do it."

Ryan weaved in and out of traffic, slipping up a side ramp, slowing slightly to take the turn before pressing the pedal down again. He admittedly had a lead foot. "Access from the rooftop, there is a backdoor as well, that would be the best entry point if Geoff decides he wants to risk it." A hacker would be an issue, they'd gotten use to Lindsay being around, she might not have been top tier, but she got them where they needed to be without fucking them over. The redhead wanted out though, after their last big cut, she had approached them all to tell them she was leaving the crew, she wanted to go straight for a while. He personally thinks she wanted to get away from Michael, the two had just split from a relationship. They'd never told anyone they were seeing each other, but he recognized the signs and even ran into them a few times, though he made sure they never really saw him. He didn't want to force them into opening up about their personal lives any more than needed.

His mind drifted to their last heist. His mess up with the C4 that had landed him in deep shit. Their mysterious savior.. Archangel. He slowed his car, turning into a darker alley, a gate closing behind the car. Driving halfway down the alley, the building opened up and he backed the car into one of the two empty spots on the left. The two slid out at the same time, even from here they could hear Gavin squawking at something Michael had done.

"Video games?" Jeremy suggested. Ryan cocked his head slightly, listening to the Brit before smirking.

"Twenty bucks says Michael got a new toy and Gavin didn't get one." The challenge was set.

"Make it forty and I'm in." Jeremy seemed confident. Ryan chuckled and shook the males hand, before they crossed the alley length gap between the parking spots and base. The door was propped open with a cinderblock, most likely done when whatever Michael got was hauled into the base. Walking in after Jeremy, he shoved the block out of the way, letting the heavy metal door slam shut.

"Aww. Fuck." The shorter male whined, digging into his pocket for his wallet and handing over the forty dollars. Michael was leaned over a table, a new mini gun splayed over it, a cloth in his hand as he polished the barrel and inspected it.

"But this is his second one Geoff!" Gavin's feet were flung over the back of the couch, his mismatched converse accentuating his words as he flung his feet around. His back was pressed to the cushions and he was glaring petulantly at their leader. His hands flung around when Jack sat down and pushed his legs.

"Yeah, and you would have got one instead if you hadn't been the one to break his in the first place!" The man countered, rolling his eyes exasperatedly when Gavin just harrumphed and began his usual routine. Pout until something new happened. A faint ding was heard and that seemed to perk the boy up, before Ryan could even ask what it was, the lad had scrambled ungracefully off the couch and half tripped his way out of the room.

"Ah Ryan, Jeremy. How was the Jewelers?" Jack asked, now angled to watch the two walk in. Jeremy had already beelined for the minigun leaving Ryan to face the inquisition alone. He shook his head and plopped down, popping a fresh smoke from the pack, not willing to waste them. Ignoring the raised brow, he balanced the stick between his lips, lighting the smoke and leaning back.

"Security system is tight, don't think there are any bodies at night, but the place is monitored with motion sensors, CCTV, sensored glass and a pin security code. We're thinking the keys would be the only way to open the glass, which would leave us needing to open the safe in the office, a whole new hurdle. Safe wouldn't be hard. Alfredo would be the best guy for that, but the rest would require a serious security hack. It's all probably tied to the same server, but I don't know enough on the topic to even scratch the surface of how complex that could be... or how simple." He waved a hand, reaching across the table to pull the ashtray closer. He'd quit smoking for the longest time, but recently the habit had kicked up again. Much to Jack's obvious displeasure.

"Well then." The female looked to Geoff who shrugged.

"Dumb and dumber over there scoped out a few prime gas stations, strip clubs and the like, but nothing overly lucrative from what they could see. Jack and I scoped out a few offices and shops but it doesn't seem like they would be any easier than the jewelers." The man scrubbed a hand over his face and leaned his palms on the table, glaring at the map of Los Santos.

"There is an alternative." Jack grumbled but Geoff gave a deadly glare. Ryan snorted and pulled the smoke from his lips, tapping the ashes out and blowing smoke rings away from the woman beside him.

"Archangel? I thought of her as well. She already seems to know us decently well, it might not hurt to reach out. She did say she was 'here to help.' " Ryan shrugged when Geoff gave him a stern look.

"Yeah but at what price? There is always an ulterior motive."

"Geoff, we have ulterior motives. So what if this Archangel does as well? We can deal with it as it comes." Ryan looked between the red haired woman and their boss. This had already been an argument and he didn't want to guess how many times since that hacker had come over their frequency.

"Maybe it's a simple motive?" Gavin came waltzing in, his laptop balance precariously in his arms, his phone in one hand as he walked. "I got in contact with B to get him to ask around. Archangel matches up with a hacker by the same name. 4-R-C-H-4-N-6-3-L, she was pretty active until about a month ago, then she seemed to disappear. She appeared the same night she contacted us, she must have got busy after helping Ryan." He plopped down on an old chair, somehow not dropping his technology. "B thinks she might have been assigned to us. Some hackers have to help out a certain group to gain entrance into hacking societies."

Ryan raised a brow. "You were useful for once." His teasing tone was not lost on the english boy but he seemed to play along, pouting and ignoring the man.

"Alright, that gets you off the hook for spilling your Junk Energy in my car yesterday." Geoff grouched, even if he seemed displeased, this revelation opened up some doors for the group. He tapped his chin and glanced at Ryan. "Think she'll still be listening to that frequency?"

He sighs, crushing his smoke in the ashtray and standing up, nodding easily. "Yeah, I'll go chatter and see if she is up for a heist." He gave a short wave to Jeremy and Michael, dropping his hand on Gavin's head and messing his hair as he passed by. The walk to his room was a short one, he rarely use it but the space was nice when he was busy. The door was closed and locked behind him. He walked over to the mirror, sneering at his naked face before reaching back and dragging the small black elastic out of his hair. He hated recon. A guy in a mask or face paint stood out. He scrubbed a hand over his face and pushed off the dresser, moving to the desk filled back wall, tugging on a lamp as he sat down, reaching out and flicking on a radio, he pulled the microphone to him and pressed down.

"Vagabond to Archangel..."