A/N: Agent Reach chapter 59. I'm kinda surprised at how this story's grown over the past few years. Something that was originally one of those, 'Hey, imagine if we put (insert character here) in the (insert different fandom)?' ideas has sprouted into this.
Huh. Time flies by. Anyways, this idea came to me while watching Achievement Hunter at one in the morning XD. I wanted to do one of these light hearted fun chapters for awhile.
*Chapter 59*
The sounds of gunfire from the shooting range next door were drowned out by the noise of chaos and explosions coming from the main lounge. Currently all the Freelancers onboard had taken to having a little competition to kill some time while Alpha had fun talking shit to Sarge and Tucker as they practiced their aim under Jun's supervision. He was kind enough to offer his services to ease the mental strain the Freelancers had been through, and they could hear him swearing loudly at their incompetence and petty arguments about who was stronger, smarter, and had the bigger dick.
Some things just never changed with the Reds and Blues.
"Hey, anyone find a tow truck?" Texas asked, leaning against Reach's legs. The five of them each held a black controller in their hands and Reach had to admit it was fun not having to worry about the simulation soldiers' antics for a few.
"Nah. I don't think you can find one in multiplayer," Wash replied on the other edge of the couch.
"Nothing here, either." Reach let out a huff of annoyance and shot someone off their motorcycle with an assault shotgun. "Though I did finally get my motorcycle back." The back of his controller flashed blue and red, and he groaned in annoyance.
"Fuck. Now I have a wanted level for that." He sped away from the scene, though it was kinda obvious. Poor bastard was missing half his face.
"Reach, as fun as it is, you can't go around shooting bikers and think there will be no consequences," South replied, walking into the convenience store and pulling her gun out on the cashier. "Stick 'em up, bitch! This is a robbery!"
"Are you robbing that poor son of a bitch again?" Wash asked exasperatedly; he was currently drinking whiskey in his apartment, and he stumbled on the way up the steps. "That's gotta be the fifth time you've robbed him!"
"Well, he shouldn't be so easy to rob!" South returned with a laugh. "Gimme that money, bitch!"
Maine let out a growl of amusement and jumped out of the helicopter he 'borrowed' from the Los Santos Airport, skydiving down towards the military base. He was immediately gifted with four stars upon entering the base's airspace, and he pulled his parachute at the last minute to land safely on top of a fighter jet.
"Excellent work, Agent Maine," Sigma praised. "Now, you best leave before the entire military comes. I doubt they'll take kindly to you stealing some of their property. Again."
Maine growled in response, and Sigma rolled his eyes. "What did you expect was going to happen? You stole a tank." Maine hissed.
Reach groaned in annoyance as a police car rammed him off his motorcycle and he was promptly killed thanks to a shotgun in the face. "Fuck. I'm dead again."
"Stop going for the bikes, man." Wash laughed and managed to get down to his garage, getting in his blue Koenigsegg. "Get a car and modify the hell out of it."
"Eh, fuck that. Motorcycles are more fun in this." Reach smirked and sniped another biker. His fallen bike slid under a bus however, meaning Reach couldn't get it. "Goddammit. You know what? Fuck this."
He switched to his sticky bombs, and threw one at the bus. It stuck on the large windshield and the former Sparta tried not to smirk as he triggered it, causing a giant explosion that caused one hell of a chain of death and fire.
"Annnnnd I have a four star wanted rating for that. Worth it." He brought out his mini gun and chuckled darkly as seemingly the entire LSPD closed in on him. "You're not taking me alive."
"I don't think they plan to." Wash snorted in laughter, driving by the scene of death and chaos Reach caused. "Seriously man, how many people have you pissed off?"
"All of them," Reach answered, shooting down a police helicopter with his mini gun. "All of them want me dead." Maine and South laughed at that.
"Hey babe, did you manage to get that jet?" South asked. Maine gave a nod of confirmation; he was currently flying high above the mountains in the fighter jet he stole, trying his best to evade the heat seeking missiles the military base were still firing at him in retaliation. He growled as one narrowly missed him, his dark eyes narrowed slits.
"Look, you can't blame them for that. You stole military property," South pointed out with a smirk. "What did you think was going to happen?" Another sharp hiss.
"At least the police are more focused on Adam," Texas pointed out, laughing as she spotted dozens of police cars streak towards their target, sirens blaring angrily. "Seriously, the entire LSPD is after you for that. You're pure chaos hun."
"LSPD! Put your fucking hands in the air, asshole!"
"Shit, they're really pissed off," Reach muttered, trying his best to hold them off using an assault rifle. He ducked behind the ruins of a car for cover, only to end up being killed for the third time thanks to a helicopter. "Well, that's me dead again."
"You keep dying, babe. I'm starting to get worried." Texas grinned at him mischievously and punched a random pedestrian in the face. "Out of the way, fucker!"
The woman fell on the ground with a scream, and Tex proceeded to kick the poor woman while she was down. "Gimme your money! Wait…you only had ten bucks on you!? Seriously!? That's barely enough for a lap dance!"
"Pfft!" Wash went to take a sip of his soda when he spat out some of it, laughing his ass off. He laughed so hard in that he stopped paying attention to what he was doing, drove completely off a cliff and blew up. "Holy shit, Tex! What the hell!?"
Reach looked over to see what his wife was doing, and he rolled his eyes. The blonde had indeed gone to the strip club and was proceeding to shoot every last person inside it with a special carbine, cackling like a maniac. "Really, Tex?"
"Yep!" Texas gave him the biggest grin he had ever seen on her face, and for good measure she chucked a grenade at the people screaming within the club. "Merry Christmas, bitches! Hahahaha!"
"…it's the middle of fucking summer."
"Is it? I wasn't really keeping track."
"How the hell did you forget? You know what, never mind." Reach sighed and rubbed his temples. His bottle of aspirin was starting to get a little low thanks to his constant headaches now. 'I thought I was fucking done with daily headaches a long time ago.'
He turned his focus back to his screen, and he waited until Wash was kind enough to pick him up in his car. "Thanks for the lift."
"No problem man." Wash grinned. "Mind setting the GPS for me? I need to pick up some C4 and a jerry can."
"Why do you need sticky bombs?" Reach asked as he set a waypoint for Wash to follow to the gun store. "Are you planning to blow up something?"
"Well, I was thinking…why don't we try to pull off a heist? Like all of us get together to rob a store, have an epic police chase, and then get away and drive off into the sunset? I mean, how hard could it be?" Wash shrugged. "It sounds like it could be a great idea, if we take some time to plan everything out."
"A heist, huh?" Reach thought it over, though not for very long. It was something that would keep them occupied apart from dealing with the Reds and Blues all day. "I like it. Everyone, meet up on Mt. Chiliad. We're about to pull off the greatest heist Los Santos has ever seen."
"Got it. Maine and I will be there in a few," South replied. "Juuuust let us lose this two star wanted rating."
"How did you get a wanting level?" Washington sighed. "You haven't done anything!"
"Hehehe…" South chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of her head. "I…may have flipped off a cop and shot his tires out…"
"Oh, goddammit." Wash rolled his eyes and bought a bunch of sticky bombs and a jerry can for the heist. "Just evade them! It's not that difficult!"
"We're trying! Maine, aim for their tires to slow them down," South said, her jaw tight as she swerved to avoid a roadblock. "Dammit, these fuckers are rather persistent. I'll give 'em that much."
"Stop the fucking car!"
"Real polite of them to ask, huh?" Wash smirked, driving very carefully along a mountain path; the trail was very narrow and on top of a long mountain ridge. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally jerk the steering wheel too quick and make them plummet into a ravine.
"If you drop my husband into a valley in the middle of nowhere before this goddamned heist even starts, I'm going to kill you," Texas threatened.
"Easy. I'm not going to get him killed." Wash put his hands up in mock surrender, and after a few moments he and Reach safely arrived at the peak of Mount Chiliad. "Alright, we're here."
Texas was next to arrive, and she did it in style; she parachuted down next to them, landing gracefully, and behind her Wash and Reach could see her jet plummet down into the small town at the mountain's base. It was engulfed in a spectacular fireball, and the blonde let out an awkward chuckle. "Whoops…well, at least it's not my plane."
The back of her controller flashed blue and red, and she groaned. "Oh, bullshit! Why do I get a wanted level for that!? Why are the cops so hot for me today?"
"Well next time don't jump out of a perfectly good plane."
"Shut up, South." Texas rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone to call the guy they used to get rid of wanted levels. "Lemme call Lester real quick to get rid of this stupid wanted level before the LSPD comes driving up a goddamned mountain."
"So, you're in trouble and you need my help. Okay. I'll get them off your back."
Texas slumped down between her husband's legs, wiping a few strands of hair from her face. "Okay…we got that sorted out."
South and Maine were the last ones to arrive, pulling in next to Wash's car, and Reach cleared his throat. "Alright, let's get this show started."
He pulled out the map of Los Santos and circled a store. "Okay, this store right here is our target. We're looking at a solid eight grand here. 1,600 dollars each, if we pull this off. We'll need to get two getaway vehicles, first."
"I got that covered," Wash said, smirking. "Something fast, agile, and can withstand some punishment. I have a few in mind."
"Okay, good. take them to Los Santos Customs by the airport, modify them to the max. Armor, bulletproof tires, the lot," Reach ordered. "South, I want you on the roof opposite of the store with a heavy sniper at the ready. Keep an eye on things; if you see any witnesses, dispose of them immediately. Maine, you and I will be going in to do the robbery. We clear 'em out, kill the cashier, and make our way to this alley where Wash will have the vehicles stored." He circled the alleyway next to the store.
"We'll need something big to block off the cops, won't we?" Wash asked. "Otherwise, we'll be swarmed."
"I've thought of that," Reach said. "Tex, see if you can get a bus. We'll use it to block off the alleyway once we have the money and are in the vehicles. South, once that's done, get down for extraction. One of us will pick you up. We'll drive to the pier near the amusement park, where we'll have a boat waiting for us. Maine, that's your job. Something quick and big enough for all of us."
Maine growled in acknowledgment.
"Alright, everybody know what they're doing?" Reach asked. Four nods answered him.
"Good." He smirked. "Let's heist!"
Reach and Maine, both of them wearing masks and carrying special carbines, walked into the convenience store. The cashier panicked and put his hands up the minute both Freelancers aimed their weapons at him.
"Come on. Empty the register, and no one gets hurt." Reach chuckled. "South, how are things looking?"
"You're clear. Though I can hear the sirens. You might want to…hang on. Pedestrian, outside."
CRACK!
"Pedestrian neutralized. Get a move on, boys."
"We're coming, don't worry." The cashier finished putting the money in the bag, and the minute he handed it over, Maine shot him in the head.
"Alright, we got the money! On our way through the alley! South, rendezvous with us for extraction!" Reach ordered, the sirens of the approaching police getting louder.
"Got it! On my way!" South jumped down from her sniper perch and sprinted across the street, following the two into the alleyway. Once they were in the getaway vehicles, Tex blocked off the entry point with the bus and hopped in with Reach and Wash.
The cops came, only to slam into the bus used as a barrier. Reach smirked as he heard them angrily swearing at the Freelancers for their robbery. 'So far, this is going pretty damn well. No one's dead. Yet.'
"LSPD! Pull over, assholes!"
"Well, that's rude." Texas sniffed in the most condescending way possible and chucked a sticky bomb out of the window to blow up a cop car. "Here; have a bomb. Dickhead."
Reach avoided a roadblock with ease, chuckling as his and Wash's cars sped down the highway in an attempt to get away. "They're really pissed off at us for this, huh? I thought they'd all be too busy at the coffee shop. Tex, get rid of that helicopter, will you? We'll be torn to shreds if we can't get it down."
"With pleasure." The blonde grinned and poked her micro SMG out the window to shoot at the helicopter pursuing them. She wasn't aiming for the gunners; instead she was aiming at the pilot. Her few bullets hit the cockpit, and the pilot fell forward in a splash of red. "Got him!"
Reach glanced to see the helicopter plummet to the ground and explode, and he shared a high five with his wife. "Nice shooting." 'Perfect. Air support is taken down, and now we can breathe a little easier.'
"Team Two, you guys still behind us?" he asked.
"Yep! Just drove around that ruined chopper. Nice work, by the way," Wash replied. "South, Maine, light 'em up, will ya? I'm tired of collecting bullet holes."
South smashed the window and fired her SMG, while Maine decided to chuck a few sticky bombs out the window. He triggered them, causing a good amount of the police chasing them to suffer a fiery and explosive death.
"Holy shit, man. You took most of them out." Wash nodded in approval. "Alright, I think we can outrun them, now."
Reach avoided another roadblock, and he shook his head. "These guys are pretty persistent. I'll give 'em that much." 'Fucking Christ, how many roadblocks has that been? Four?'
"Hey, look sharp. We only got half a mile to go before we reach the docks," he said.
They pulled into the beach, and after all of them were safely away from the cars, Reach planted some bombs on them. "Cars are about to be blown up. Can't leave any evidence, can we?"
"Nope!" Texas grinned. She was enjoying this. A little too much, probably.
Reach triggered the bombs, and both cars were now nothing more than flaming ruins.
The five of them made their way to the docks where a speedboat was waiting, and they all clambered in it. "Come on, we're super close now. Let's not fuck this up."
"Everybody onboard?" Reach asked.
"Yep!" Three cheers and one hiss answered him.
"Alright, now let's get the hell out of here."
They rode off across the sea, spray from the water kicking up. After speeding away and leaving the police far behind, their wanted levels all went away.
The five of them shared a grin, high fiving each other in congratulations. "Holy shit. We did it. We pulled off a heist."
"Whoo!" Texas cheered and gave Reach a kiss on the cheek, squeezing his hand as the five of them put their controllers down and marveled in their accomplishment. "Now, who's up for some food? I'll cook."
"Please don't let it be seafood," Washington begged, a grin plastered on his face. "Anything but that."
"So, salmon and fries? Got it."
"Fuck."
"And that," Reach said, looking at the screen, "is how you do one of these. We planned it out and hit them hard and fast. Good work. Now I feel like I can cross something off my bucket list."
"You actually made one?" South asked skeptically.
"Well, I did, but Tex got her hands on it and decided to change it to places we'd have sex in," Reach admitted, giving his wife a hard stare as she made her way to the mess hall to whip up something to eat.
"That's what I thought," South muttered. Maine chuckled at that.
"So, does anyone want to keep playing, or do you think we've had enough for one day?" Washington asked. "I kinda want to try this out." he held up another video game case, this one with a samurai on it.
"What is it?" Reach asked. He took the case and read the back, raising an eyebrow. "A tale of two swords, eternally retold. Huh. Sounds pretty interesting."
"It does." South nodded in agreement and came over to look, only to grimace. "Ugh, does that sword have a fucking eyeball in the middle of it?"
"Yeah. Talk about gross. Well, it certainly looks like we have a good way to spend the next hour or so." Washington chuckled. "Who's up for a competition?"
Four hands went up.
"Alright, let's get started!"
A/N: Well, this one was a lot of fucking fun to do. I think you can imagine why XD. Them playing GTA V together just sounded perfect for me, considering how much they are all secretly pyromaniacs and love blowing shit up XD. See you soon for chapter 60!
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