Summary: Ryan's plan start out well, but then he reminds everyone why he is the Mad King.

Chapter 9

"You shut the fuck up!"

"Fuck you!"

Michael and Ray glared daggers at Gavin who slumped in his chair and pouted slightly. He had made the mistake of speaking, a privilege Michael and Ray had stripped him of after the last heist where he was not only usefulness, but nearly killed Ray.

"Guys,guys," Ryan said, glaring through his skull mask at the Crew. "Listen, last heist…not so good. We know that. We all fucked it up, but Gavin especially."

"I didn't do anything!" Ray snapped.

Ryan bit back a laugh. "You did do nothing. That's true."

"As usual," Geoff said bitterely.

"Shut up," Ryan repeated. "Look—are you guys tired of nickel and diming it?" The other finally shut up and looked at Ryan curiously. "We've been hitting really low priority targets with low gain results."

"Well that's because the money keeps either getting flung in the air or burned up by fire," Geoff pointed out.

"Yeah but even if it hadn't, our cuts would have been crap," Ryan said. "We need better targets."

"We're going for quarters?" Michael asked skeptically.

"We're going for quarters," Ryan said cheerfully. "Because we are gonna hit…" he slapped a photo up on the bulletin board and pointed excitedly. "An armored truck."

It was silent for a moment as the gravity of the situation hit the Fake AH Crew. Armored trucks were notorious difficult to rob in Los Santos. Not only did they have armed drivers them, but each one came wired with an alarm that would immediately call the cops. That coupled with the fact that the Gruppe Sechs company made sure only a few were out at a time made them a rare opportunity and a hard target. Most gangs would leave them alone and stick to convenience stores and the occasional drug ring.

"That's nine, maybe ten grad," Geoff said, slightly awed at Ryan's nerve. Gavin let out an excited chirp at Geoff's words and rubbed his hands together greedily.

Ryan held up his hand for silence, for all the good it did. "It gets better. After we hit the armored truck, we are going to hit a convenience store."

Ok now he was just crazy. They could barely handle one target and now he was asking for two? The others immediately started raising objections but Ryan cut them off.

"We are going to do both," he said firmly. "Because that's how much I believe in you."

Ryan enjoyed the looks of surprise on their faces. Of all the members of the Fake AH Crew, Ryan was easily the least loyal of the bunch, so everyone thought. However, a lot of that was due to the fact that they saw him as an untrustworthy madman…which he was but untrustworthy mad men have feelings too! Still, he had told Geoff he would retrun the faith if they showed a bit in him. They had with Gavin's job, so it was time to return the favor.

Besides, the more he bolstered their confidence, the better shot they had at success…he hoped.

"We have to redeem ourselves from our last try," Ryan said. "We're gonna hit my target AND one of his," he said, pointing at Gavin.

"Well it can't be worse than last time," Geoff muttered.

"Exactly," Ryan said. "So here's what we're gonna do: we'll have a chopper team and a ground team because we aren't going to hit the armored truck, we are going to steal it with a chopper."

"I call pilot!" Gavin crowed.

"NO!" screamed everyone else.

"You are in the chopperteam," Ryan admitted. "Jack, you'll be flying and we'll need a cargobob. Once you pick it up the cops are gonna be all over you so Gavin and Michael, you'll be shooting out the sides, keeping the helicopters off of you."

"How are we going to catch it," Jack asked. "I think they will speed off hen they see an icoming cargobob with a hook coming straight at them."

"That's where the ground team will come in," Ryan said. "Geoff and I are gonna get cars. We'll be driving around, doing some recon. Once we find it, we'll pull on either side of it so it can't get away while Jack picks it up."

"Nice," Jack said, impressed.

"Well kinda," Ryan admitted. "It's gonna make the chopper heavy, but it should fly." Ryan turned to the map behind him and gestured to one of the streets on it. "What they think we are gonna do is grab the truck, put it down somewhere, and rob it. Not what we're gonna do. What we are gonna do is—"

"Crash into the side of the convenience store,' Geoff said sarcastically, doubting the flyability of the cargobob carrying an armored truck.

"We're going to crash into the side of the building that we take it from!" Michael8 guessed.

Ryan thought for a minute. Gruppe Sechs did have the mother load of cash at their building, being in the armored truck business. They would never suspect a cargobob carrying one of their trucks to slam into it. If they did an appropriate distraction…no. too risky. They had crazy security.

"No," he said finally and the others couldn't help but laugh at the fact that he had seriously insider such a ridiculous plan for a moment. He pointed back at the map. "Right here is a parking structure. Ray you are going to be posted on top of the parking structure. When the chopper flies over head, you are going to shoot the rear doors, causing the money to fall down on to the parking structure, where you, Geoff, and I will collect it. Michael and Gavin will then bail out of the chopper and meet us on the parking structure. Waiting will be—everyone's favorite—three motor cycles."

Much groaning met this statement, particularly from Michael who had been thrown from a motorcycle twice so far. "Why don't we just have six guns on the roof and we all kill ourselves," he said rubbing his poor head tiredly. "Just get in a circle and blow our brains out. Same result."

"No," Ryan said, a bite of impatience edging into his voice. "No we are going to drive off the roof—."

"Why can't we just drive down the structure?" Ray asked over fresh groans of exasperation.

Ryan rolled his eyes as though logic was beneath him. "There's a ramp on the roof. If you wanna just go down you can though."

"A ramp?" Ray said excitedly. "Then fuck going down like a pussy bitch. I'll take the ramp. I'll do a flip!"

Geoff buried his face in his hands. This has started off so well too but was quickly lapsing into chaos. Maybe if they all stopped trying to go for style, they might actually achieve something.

"The cops will be hot on our tail," Ryan said, bring the room back to order. "We gotta get away. So we'll go around the corner here to this subway. We'll go into the subway—."

"Like Subway Sandwiches?" Ray asked

Ryan sighed heavily. "Yes like subway sandwiches. Exactly." Ray and the others were too busy cracking up to hear him though.

"This is going well already," Ryan muttered. "ANYWAY! We'll go into the subway and here's where we split up because Jack, you're still flying. The cops will chase you, you'll fly overhead and then dump the chopper. Big fiery explosions, hopefully they'll think you're dead."

"Hopefully," Jack said dryly.

"Hopefully," Ryan agreed. "Hopefully you're not really dead. Ray, you're going to come this way down the subway," he said tracing the path with his finger. "Jack, you'll hop on with Ray and you'll come back this way to join us. The other two teams will go this way and exit the subway. When we exit, there will be a convenient store a block away."

"How convenient!" Michael exclaimed to more laughter.

It's like amature night at the comedy club in here, Ryan thought, annoyed. "Hopefully we will have lost the cops so we can then rob the convenience store. Gavin and Michael will rob it, meanwhile Geoff and I will go over to the pier nearby and get some boats."

"Are there boats there already?" Geoff asked.

"Yeah, the RWBY jet skis," Ryan said. "Remember we're trying to complete Gavin's heist too here. Gavin, Michael, Ray, and Jack will all converge on the pier. You'll ride your motorcycles off the pier where Geoff and I will be waiting to catch you. We all get on the jetskis and we're gone!"

"Gone where?" Geoff asked.

"Into the sunset," Ryan said as though that should have been obvious.

Geoff sighed and slumped back in his chair. The plan had started off so well and had descended into madness. Mad King indeed.

"All right," Ryan said when Geoff raised no further objection. "Codenames. I went into our records and grabbed some we haven't used yet. Here's what I've got: Heisty Beard."

Jack raised his hand, suppressing an eyeroll.

"Granny Gumjobs."

"Hey that's me!" Ray said excitedly. "It's because they have no teeth so when they blow you, it's all gums."

"No denture adventure," Michael added, high fiving Ray.

"Wee-wee wrangler?"

"That's me," Michael said, giggling at the ridiculous name.

"Two Times an Anus?"

Geoff face palmed and raised his hand.

"And Mongy Wimp Foggler."

"Hey!" Gavin shouted triumphantly.

"And I will be Frylord," Ryan said. "Any questions?"

"How do we split the money in the middle of the ocean?" Geoff asked.

"We drive off into the sunset and Ryan kills us all," Michael said. "Duh."

Ryan laughed. "I admit, my original plan was to murder you all." He chose not be offended by the fact that no one seemed surprised at that statement. "But then I realized it was a much greater challenge to keep you all alive."

"And you have this all worked out?" Geoff asked skeptically, not liking the seemingly random elements of this plan.

"I believe in you guys," Ryan said, thumping his spiral notebook determinedly.

"Really?"

"Yes," Ryan said indignantly. "This will work, look." He gestured haphazardly at the map and notebook.

Geoff rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I get the impression that he came up with this right there."

The other laughed.

"Doesn't matter," Jack said bracingly. "Let's heist."

"Heist!" Ryan shouted, slamming his notebook down on the ground.