Summary: Dial P for Prison, G for Geoff and B for Big Dong.

Chapter 28

It was a bruised, battered, and nervous group that convened in a bare room in a warehouse in downtown Los Santos. Ryan stood before the rest of the Crew who were all looking up at him like he was going to lead them to victory. Lindsay was in the corner filming, intending to leave a record behind so that their families and maybe Geoff would know what they had tried. Kerry was scrounging together weapons and equipment for them outside of the room. Their resources were limited and Ryan wasn't the most confident that they could do it.

But they had to do this. Not for their own lives, but for Geoff.

"Well boys," he started slowly, a nervous grin creeping onto his face.

"Hi Ryan!" Gavin chirped, waving and grinning at Ryan. Gavin did what he did best and broke the tension. Ryan felt the room relax as Michael, Jack, and Ray all chuckled.

"Good to see you all back in the room," Ryan said. It wasn't their room, it was an off the grid room in an abandoned warehouse where Matt would hopefully never find them, but it looked the exact same as their conference room, their heist room.

"I've got my backwards chair going, I'm serious this time," Ray quipped.

"We had a successful series of heists," Ryan said, pausing as the others scoffed.

"Almost a pure success last time," Michael pointed out. "Gavin," he said and they all glared at the Brit.

"My bad," he said. "We exploded a bit."

"I tried to sacrifice myself for nothing!" Ray said with a shrug. They were all grateful to be alive that they couldn't bear too much animosity towards Gavin, and to be fair, it wasn't his fault the Titan stalled…much.

"Problem though," Ryan said as they fell silent again. "You may have looked around the room…"

"I don't smell whiskey," Gavin joked, though a slight tinge of sadness came with the comedy.

"I don't smell mustache," Jack added, though no one seemed to catch his joke.

"We're short by one member," Ryan said. "Geoff got knicked. He got got, as he would want it said." Ryan turned to the map behind him and stabbed the spot on the map where Los Santos prison was with his finger. "He's in the pokey. We gotta go get him. So this time…we're stealing Geoff."

"Hell yeah," Ray said.

"Geoff is the package!" Gavin said happily.

"Geoff heist!" Michael said with a grin.

"Here's the thing about Geoff though," Gavin said as Ryan made to speak again. "He only likes to travel in style. How are we going to retrieve him?"

"That's true," Ray said. "He's probably wearing a suit in prison." The others laughed. Geoff did love his suits. They went well with his tattoos and crazy facial hair.

Ryan frowned and rubbed his chin in thought. They had to get this one right, but there was no reason they shouldn't throw some of their usual flair in there. Geoff would appreciate that. And if this was to be their end, they needed to go out with one hell of a bang. If they focused they could add their crazy and still succeed. Unconsciously, Ryan met Jack's eyes almost as if asking for his seal of approval. Ryan may be the lead, but Jack was Geoff's right hand man. He would know best if this was the right course.

Jack understood Ryan's searching look. He nodded and encouraged Ryan to do what felt right.

"I got it, we're gonna get him out in a limo!" Ryan said excitedly. And if that limo happened to be bulletproof well...Ryan didn't think it would cramp the style.

"Now we're cooking," Gavin said excitedly.

"So we've sent him a cake," Ryan said, eliciting more grins as they remembered the Minecraft cake they had made for him and sent to prison with one of the crooked guards they had found. "He can get out of his cell, but we still need to get him out of the walls."

"Send him another cake!" Gavin suggested.

Ryan paused and gave Gavin a weird look. "A wall cake?" he asked dryly.

"With a rocket launcher in it," Michael said sarcastically. "Duh."

The others laughed even Ryan. "Then it's over, we're all done. We just sent him two cakes, we paid a baker off and we won."

"Well someone needs to go get the flour, the sugar," Jack said with a grin.

"Well assuming that that plan fails," Ryan continued, "we'll need a limo, which Ray I believe you have one still?" That you can hopefully get to, Ryan didn't add.

"I have one yes," Ray confirmed. Luckily he had stored his vehicles in a private location away from his apartment so that Matt and Burnie wouldn't be able to get to them. He liked to be prepared and he stashed them in case he ever had to make a getaway.

"Awesome," Ryan said, relieved. "Michael, you'll be the driver."

"Yeah, I'll do it," Michael said. "I'm being classy this time."

"You gotta get suited up!" Gavin said excitedly.

"Anyway we obviously have to get it in there somehow. The only way to get it in there is cargobob," Ryan said pointing at Jack, who nodded. "The problem is that police and prison guards will be all over you," he said to Jack and Michael. "We need to get some kind of distraction, we gotta get everyone away from where Geoff is. What do we got?"

Ryan was gambling a bit here. Sure, he could come up with the whole plan himself, but the closest they every came to a full success and full survival was when they worked together. That was the way to go this time so he resolved to let them all plan part of this or at least have input.

"Tank?" Michael finally suggested. He still had the ex-military contact that was his and Ray's source alone, not a contact used by the Syndicate. He could still call in tanks.

"Tank," Ray and Gavin agreed together.

"Tank is very distracting," Jack agreed. He seemed to recall a flying tank raining down chaos not too long ago.

"What about a tank raised up like a turret," Gavin suggested, miming a tank pointing at a downward angle.

"Oh yeah like on top of one of the guard towers," Michael added, picking up on Gavin's train of thought.

"Yeah," Gavin said excitedly. "Or a hill!"

There was a brief pause that Jack broke by bursting into laughter. "Or a hill," he repeated. They went from bad ass tank squashing guards on a tower to being parked on a hill. Only Gavin.

"A tower! Or a hill. Or a high elevated position of some kind!" Ryan joked with Jack, shaking his head.

"As long as it stands above the walls," Gavin said defensively.

"Sniping downward," Michael added.

"Ray, you want to do that?" Ryan asked as soon as Michael said sniping. Ray was their best shot after all.

"Yeah I can do that!" Ray said with a vicious grin.

"All right so tank, but we need to know when those guys are getting out of the way," Ryan said, thinking ahead. "We need….uh…oh, an eye in the sky!" He pointed to Gavin who suddenly had a very thoughtful look on his face.

"That leaves Team Love and Stuff," Gavin said slowly pointing between himself and Ryan as he thought things through, "to get a bird in the air…and look down the eye thing. Uh, I mean camera!" he hastily corrected himself as the others laughed.

"He says bird a lot," Ray said cheekily. "Do you mean an actual bird, a helicopter, or a woman?"

"Yeah he said bird and then did this," Michael added mimicking the gesture Gavin had down. He had pointed two fingers on his one hand downward and made a circle with his thumb and forefinger with the other hand. He was miming looking down a camera lens, but he looked like he was miming fingerfucking. "That will not get Geoff out of prison."

"Hey hey hey," Ryan said firmly, cutting across them. "What happens with team Love and Stuff in the air is really not for public knowledge." They all laughed again and refocused. "But we'll watch. We can tell you guys," he said to Michael and Jack, "team Cargobob…team LimoBob?"

"Sure," Jack said, rolling his eyes.

"It's official!" Ray crowed.

"We can tell you guys when everyone is going over to Ray's side. You can cargobob in, get Geoff into the limo, and then get Geoff out."

'We need to get some whiskey first to lure him in," Gavin said.

"Oh I'll load it up," Michael confirmed. "Can you buy drinks at Ammu-Nation?"

"Convenience store," Gavin said.

"One of the places we've robbed," Ray added with a grin.

"So you guys will take him out," Ryan continued. "You have to get back in the limo, the limo has to get cargobobbed out. Meanwhile we're gonna need another mode of transit, we gotta shake 'em off."

"A limo in the air is not very inconspicuous," Gavin said sagely. "We need to get that thing on the ground, but moving." He emphasized his point by sliding his hand through the air to simulate a moving vehicle.

"Well it's got tires…it could drive," Rays said dryly.

"Uuuuuuuh…"Gavin said, rubbing his chin and thinking. "Well that would be rubbish!" Too boring, too plain, Gavin didn't like it.

"That's true," Ray said as the others laughed. They had to buckle down for this, true, but they didn't want to be boring about it.

"You know what we haven't used yet," Ryan piped up. "We haven't used a train yet!"

"We tried in my heist," Ray pointed out somewhat bitterly.

"But we didn't use it," Michael said, very bitterly.

"But here's the thing about a limo," Gavin said. "Perfect size for one of those train cars! We can just bung it in there in the bucket thing!"

The Crew all voiced agreement. A train was a good way to shake the cops and have a safe, non-explodable form of transport for the whole Crew. Ryan mulled this over. They had choppers and tanks and limos (oh my!) and now they had a train. They had almost every class of vehicle, except one.

"Boats!" Gavin said as though he was reading Ryan's mind.

"Yes!" Ryan said excitedly. "The train that does the loop at the top of town goes over a bridge!"

"So we can get Geoff out of the limo at that point," Gavin continued, picking up on the weird train of thought he and Ryan seemed to both be following. "We're all on the train at that point. We all dive off the bridge!"

"YES!"

"Into the boat that's waiting?" Michael asked.

"Yes, one of Team Love and Stuff is going to scope out the train track as soon as we call a go so we can get a track on where the trains are," Ryan said, planning it as he spoke. "The other one's gonna get a boat and then the boat will be waiting under the bridge."

The Crew agreed except for Ray who asked, "What am I gonna do in the tank?"

"Kill!" Michael said immediately.

"That's a good point," Ryan mused, scratching his head. "Oh, you can just drive. After they cargobob out, drive and get on the train." Ray would be safe in the tank and it would be difficult for him to go all noble as he seemed prone to doing lately. Ray nodded.

"Hopefully by the time the train gets to the bridge, the boat will be waiting," Gavin summarized. "Five people will dive off the train into the water without hitting any rocks…" Gavin paused and crossed his fingers nervously, "fingers crossed, then we drive off into the ocean!"

From there they had to hope they could shake the cops in open water and that Matt would welcome them back into the fold with Geoff in tow. No one had the nerve to say it out loud.

"Yes," Ryan finally said. "I like it."

"Good plan," Ray agreed.

"Agreed," said Jack who had been unusually quiet.

"We got this," Michael said confidently.

Ryan took just a moment to size them up. He felt focused, he felt in control. Gavin seemed locked in, judging by how he was able to not only follow Ryan's plan but contribute so significantly that the others were a bit unnerved about how in sync Team Love and Stuff was. Michael was quiet and listening carefully, making minimal jokes but asking important questions as was Ray. Jack had remained mostly silent, letting the Crew take over but Ryan could see the worry on his face for Geoff and them all. Still Ryan had a feeling that the now temporary leader of the Fake AH Crew approved their plan and believed in it. That was important.

But more important was getting Geoff out.

Ryan looked at his watch. They were a minute out from the next phase of their plan. Kerry had contacted the crooked prison guard he knew and used the last of his savings to pay him off to pass Geoff the phone and cell key stuck into the cake they had provided. (It had been Geoff's new iPhone thrust into the cake with Gavin's cell number newly programmed in as Bif Top Johnny.) Lindsay had a buddy in prison she paid to work in conjunction with their crooked guard friend to incite a riot on schedule and their newly hired support guys in Achievement Hunter, Matt and Jeremy, were keeping a close eye on Matt and Burnie, prepared to tip them off if it seemed like Burnie was going to move against them. They had only been hired a few weeks ago so they escaped Matt's wrath against the Crew but they had come from the AH Community and were very loyal to Geoff and the Crew. It was a fragile operation with many tenuous factors but it had to work. They had no choice.

"All right, should we call Geoff?" Ryan asked.

"Let's do it!" Jack said.

Gavin whipped out his iPhone and pushed the home button to wake up Siri. "Call Geoff."

Siri beeped, indicating she didn't understand. Shocker considering Siri was an Apple product and when do those every work correctly?

"Call Geoff!" Gavin repeated.

"Now it's already taken longer than dialing," Michael grumbled.

They all crowded around the iPhone as Gavin switched it on to speaker phone and laid it on the table. The phone was ringing and there was an air of excitement. The phone worked. It was working. It was ringing.

And ringing.

And ringing?

The phone stopped ringing and went to voicemail. Gavin tried again and again and they sat there and listened to it ring.

It went to voicemail again.

"GOD DAMN IT, GEOFF!" Gavin screamed suddenly at the phone, startling everyone. Ryan and Jack exchanged a concerned look. Not only was Gavin clearly way more upset about Geoff's predicament than they guessed, but Geoff wasn't answering. Had their pan already failed?

"Here," Michael said calmly, though his face was lined with worry. "Let's try one more time," he said, tapping the phone and dialing again.

"He's probably playing Destiny," Ray said, attempting a joke.

"Yup," Jack said as the phone rang, "playing Destiny in prison."

Ryan forced a chuckle.

"…Jesus Christ…"muttered a voice desperately from the middle of the table.

"Geoff!" Gavin cried excitedly. Everyone else yelled excitedly into the phone.

Back in the prison Geoff clutched the phone so hard when he heard the sound of his Crew's voices that his knuckles cracked. They were all there, they were all ok. They had a plan. He would have collapsed in sheer relief if he wasn't so desperate for freedom "Hello?" he asked tentatively, hoping they were still there.

"Can you hear us?" Ray's voice asked.

"Yeah!" Geoff's said weakly. "Listen—prison sucks! Get me out of here!" he wiped sweat off his bow looking around nervously. The prison was still rioting but the guard warned him he didn't have much time. "My roommate, I mean cell mate…he calls me Sex Butt!"

The crew laughed, so beyond relieved to hear his voice and hear that he was alive and well…ish.

"His name is Big Dong," Geoff snapped, glaring at the phone. How was any of this funny? Fucking assholes! In three seconds he went from relived to the point of tears to knowing they were alive to wanting to fucking murder them all slowly.

"Geoff we're coming to bust you out alright?" Michael said bracingly.

"Thank you!" Geoff said shakily.

"We'll give you the signal and then use the key in the cake," Gavin said.

Geoff tore the cake in front of him apart and sure enough someone had stuck a cell key in it. Geoff palmed it and held it tightly in frosting covered fingers.

"We're gonna do it in style," Jack added.

"You'll know when the plan is happening," Michael assured him.

"Ok," Geoff said nervously as the sounds of alarms and the shouts from guards increased outside. He looked up at the guard who was signaling him to wrap it up. "I'll try to get a weapon of some sort," Geoff said quietly so the guard couldn't hear.

"Good luck!" Ray said encouragingly.

"Hey Geoff make sure you don't—"

There was a beep and the call ended. Geoff yanked the phone away from his ear and stared at the home screen in confusion. "What? Gavin? Hello?" he raised the phone back to his ear and met silence. The call had disconnected. Oh God! Had they been caught? Had Matt found them? Did the prison know he had the phone?

Geoff swallowed hard. There was no time. He had to hide the key and the phone, but where? He had no pockets and the underwear he wore in prison wouldn't hold the phone. He had nowhere to shove it out of sight—

Geoff suddenly froze as he remembered where Big Dong liked to shove things. Oh fuck. He knew where he could hide it.

"Son of a bitch!" he grumbled.

Back in the conference room the Crew laughed as Gavin disconnected the call mid sentence with a cheeky grin. They weren't sure if they were laughing because of how panicked Geoff could be or if they were laughing in giddy relief at hearing Geoff's voice. They just knew that they felt a lot better than they had since the moment the Titan had blown up and it was worth it to go out on a high.

But they wouldn't fail. Not this time.

"All right let's go," Gavin said and the Crew filed out of the conference room, except Michael who was watching them go with confusion.

"What was Gavin going to say?" he demanded of Lindsay in the corner.

Lindsay dissolving into laughter was Michael's only response.