Claire looked out the window on a sunny afternoon, seeing the bustles of suburban sport moms and the occasional sports dad in the little suburbs. She somewhat wished she had that life, but then again, wish she didn't. She had grown up in small, isolated town where everyone knew everyone. She never went to a real college and got some bullshit degree, no, she went to some unknown community college and got the best she could in that.
unfortunately, no one cared about a community college degree, so she became a cop, that didn't work out well either. After some shootouts and the inevitable rise of crime, she saw it wasn't helping beat the big guys. Done reminiscing about her past, she looked at her phone for any new messages, yet there was none.
After visiting Lester at the factory, he revealed they'll start at the Fleeca Bank, something small and easy, not something hard to do. Though disappointed it wasn't big, she was glad she had a shot.
Lester said she needed a partner to do the score, so she posted a topic on one of those anonymous message boards. After about a day or so, she heard no reply or messages, so she just drank and stayed in her house. Drifting off, sat and her couch and turned on the TV, with some random cartoon on. Getting bored, she decided to count the freckles on her arm and hand.
She was at 40 before the ding of her phone made her jump.
Someone must have answered me! She thought excitedly. Picking it up, she had seen it was a private message from the message board, with the username Karmaisms.
Claire read the message excitedly. Hey, I saw your little "ad" for a score, and I'm in. But I want at least 50 percent, understand? Where should we meet up?
Claire replied as fast as her gray eyes could see the keys. Sure thing. I live at Eclipse Towers, just ring for Claire. She sent the message and almost immediately was replied. Sure thing, my names Rafael, btw. I'll be there tomorrow at 11 AM.
Closing the web browser, she called Lester. After a ring, he picked it up. "Did you find someone for the job?"
"Yeah, be here at three tomorrow."
Lester chuckled dryly. "Sure thing." And he hung up. Claire celebrated her little victory with a cup of wine, and had soon went to her room and layed in her bed. Even though it was only 5, she fell asleep and dreamed of the new partner she would meet.
The Next Day…
Claire rubbed her eyes as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom to do her rituals. After brushing her teeth and taking a short shower. After she dried she changed into her casual clothes, which consisted of a red hoodie with rose and knife pattern, khaki cargos and black canvas shoes.
She glanced at her phone at the time. It was 10:30 AM. Holy shit, I slept for 17 hours!? She heard the buzz of her apartment ringer. It must be Rafael. She thought. Racing up the stairs, she managed to get to door and buzzed him in. "Hello, is this Rafael?"
A slightly accented voice came through. "Yeah, is this Claire?"
"Yes it is. I'm on apartment 5, I'll let you in when you get here." There was no response, so she assumed he was already going up the elevator. The woman waited for a few minutes before she heard the door buzzing. She rushed from her counter to the door and opened.
A very tall, freckled man with black hair done in a youth cut and a handlebar mustache with a chin beard out stepped from outside. His hazel eyes scanned the room a bit cautiously before Claire spoke up. "You're Rafael, right?"
"Yes, senorita. Nice to meet you." She outstretched her hand and he shooked. She lead him to the heist room and then she whipped out her phone. "Lester, I got a guy, come over here." Rafael picked dust off his gray sweater, and soothed out his frayed white jeans. "So, what are we hitting?"
"Fleeca bank." Claire pointed to the whiteboard, with "Fleeca Bank" sloppily written on it. "You don't have the best handwriting, mi amiga." Then the door buzzed. Claire walked to the door and opened it, greeted by Lester. "Hey, can I come in." She gestured him inside.
"Nice place here, for a crimina,l very chic..." He went on how criminals in San Andreas weren't as good or humble, while she and Rafael didn't pay much mind. After his ramblings about whatever the hell he was talking about he said that they needed to scope out the joint.
Lester left for his car outside, with the duo in tail. "Go to Fleeca, its on the western highway near Chumash." Rafael offered to drive while Claire was in the passenger, and Lester in the back. Lester began explaining the situation of this score. They were gonna view the bank first, making an analogy to his little hobby of spying on people, then which deposit box they were gonna hit.
"...Deposit box 167..." Was all Claire and Rafael heard, ignoring the rest.
After arriving, Lester showed the interior of the bank through hacked cameras inside. Explaining the little security and the even less care of the patrons.
"Hey you, driver seat. I've created a neat little program that'll hack the bank vault, I'm sending it to your phone right now." Claire saw a small app with a green picture of a lock. The little game was fairly easy and she passed the first one with a breeze. Rafael had started driving towards the garment factory to pick up Lester's apprentice, Paige.
Claire had just finished about halfway to the factory, so she and Rafael had to sit through another rambling of Lester. When he was done, they went to the factory and met a gothic woman who they assumed was Paige. "Paige has all the supplies inside her Granger, we'll drive over to your place and get it setup. Understand? Let's go."
Claire got into the large vehicle and began driving. Rafael stood idle awhile Paige and Lester semi argued about their "professionalism". The ride was short, and Paige brought the equipment inside and set up the board. "Alright, now that phase one is complete, we move to phase two. Stealing an armored Kuruma from a korean car ring. Don't worry, it'll leave a nice long paper trail to them, not us. Now go and do what you do best. Bring the car to Paige at my factory, she'll take of it."
Rafael and Claire nodded. Both comfortable with they wore, they grabbed some t-shirts and fashioned them into masks. Both of them went to Claire's garage, where only a few cars stayed. She picked her matte black Enus Super Diamond waited for Rafael. "Ever shot a gun, Rafael?" Asked Claire.
"Yeah, I've shot some people before too. I'm not new to criminal activity y'know." He replied. Claire started up the car and left the garage. "Oh, what do you do then?"
"I model, yknow commercials and magazines. And I use to be in a mafia syndicate in Vice City, in fact, I was the boss' son."
Claire looked surprised. "What made you come out here?"
Rafael shrugged. "Oh amiga. I just wanted to see the world, i met a modeling agent named Martin, that hijo de perra. He swindled me for his own gain, almost any profit I made, he gave me drug and bank money so he could put heat on me. I gave away that coge some headhunters."
"Well, serves him right." Claire sped past a few stoplights, causing angry shouts and middle fingers, but the manage to reach the garage lot. "Put your mask on." Claire brought out her Combat PDW, fully modded out, while Rafael pulled out a Glock 17 pistol. Both of them put on a white t-shirt for a mask, with Claire having some trouble hiding her black long bob hair in the mask. After riding up to the second to top floor, they got of the car and silently to the top floor, taking cover behind a Sedan.
Claire could see the Kuruma, surrounded by Korean mobsters with guns out, speaking in their native language. There was no way this was going to go silently. Rafaels gunshot exploded the closest mobsters head, brain splashing against the pavement, dropping like a ton of bricks. Claire shot five bullets to his friend next to him in the chest, right before he could draw out his gun.
Suddenly, the whole roof exploded with gunfire. The Koreans emptied their rounds to the Sedan that shook violently, tires popping and windows shattering. Claire put the gun over and shot randomly, hitting someone in the neck and chest. Rafael peeks over and placed well aimed shots between two mobsters eyes.
"You're pretty good at this!" Claire yelled over the booms of guns. "Gracias!" Rafael replied, nearly missed by a bullet. Claire peeked over and shot at two more guards, hitting the in the head expertly. Rafael provided cover as he killed another man taking cover behind a car, shooting in the foot and then in the head as he fell over.
Three more gangsters were left. Claire was running to cover more closer to the Kuruma before a mobster hiding jumped on her. Claire, throwing a few punches, manage to flip the man over into a chokehold. She held him into that position until he eventually stopped moving. Rafael had cleared the rest while Claire's little close quarter combat. "Dios, were you learned to do that?"
Claire stood up and huffed. "I was in N.O.O.S.E, they teach shit like this all the time." Rafael motioned her to the Kuruma. "Well, we gotta go."
Claire nodded as she slid over the hood, Rafael entered the driver's seat while Claire rode passenger. "How in God's green earth did you become a criminal then?" Rafael questioned. "The local PD I worked with had a very corrupt boss, he used us to do his dirty work under the guise that he was busting drug rings. Only that shithead was controlling them after we raided. I shot him when I found out, and I was on the run until I came here."
Rafael started driving down the ramps to the street, hitting any Koreans as they tried blockading them. "Is that bastardo dead?" Claire shook her head, shooting out the window with Rafaels Glock. "No, he survived, my teammates owed me, so they helped me escape, I don't know what's become of them, was years ago." They managed to escape the parking lot, only to be chased by Korean cars through the city.
Bullets skid and bounced off the car like pellets to rocks, never penetrated the car except the rear light "Damn, I should buy one of these." Claire said. Looking out the barely visible window, she saw that there were no more cars left. "I think we lost them."
"Yeah, and we're here too." Rafael added. They drove up to the factory to under the bridge, where Paige waited impatiently. They drove next to her and stepped out. "Finally, I got it from here, I'll tell Lester you've made it. You guys are doing this sometime tomorrow. "The duo nodded made their way outside to the street.
Rafael took out his phone and called a cab. The yellow taxi drove up to them honking for Rafael."Message me when we do it, okay? I honestly had some fun." Told Rafael. Claire nodded. "Will do, Rafael."
"Do you need a ride? I could spot you a taxi." Rafael asked worryingly. Claire put her hand up dismissively. "No that's fine, this isn't a date or anything, you don't need to be so kind "
"Heh, I wouldn't date you. Not because you're not pretty or anything, you're actually very pretty. It's just that I'm, well, into guys." Claire opened her eyes in shocked, she wasn't expected this. "Something wrong?" Rafael crossed his arms
Claire huffed. "No, it's okay, I'm bi. No homophobia here. I'll walk home, I'll call you when it's time, what's your phone number?"
After Rafael gave his number, he waved bye and left in the taxi. Claire walked home, taking about twelve minutes to get there. Once she got there she went to her room and collapsed on the bed, exhausted by the events. She glanced at her clock, 11:30 PM. She figured it was time to sleep and call it a day. She closed her eyes and dreamt of the job, all the money, and all excitement, waiting for tomorrow.
A/N: new chapter, sorry it is a bit short but I wanted to get this heist over with, it was really easy to do in GTA, but did help you get what was up for the next heist. I cannot find a single website with all the dialogue in the heist so I only wrote what I could remember and the general gist of the conversations. Besides that, I introduced, again, Karmaisms OC, Rafael. I won't be doing the mugshot thing I mentioned Spark Of Fire since any links I put are blocked and considered spam, so I'll be describing their general appearance.
Some things I feel I should mention, there will be smut eventually in the story, some being casual fill-the-chapter smut, like Claire or someone doing the dirty, and some being a necessary setup steps for my own original heist (I've done smut before, I had a story called Finest Hours that I deleted which was basically all smut). Also, OCs will die, I might kill my own OC, we'll have to see.
Besides that, OCs are still submissible, spreadsheet on my profile. Next chapter update will be Spark Of Fire, where we'll see if Calon and friends fight the Empire. Big Bravo out.
