❝ you suck SO much dick, james! this is exactly thirty minutes too many now! ❞
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i think this game is only… six hours? we can handle that! but honestly, meg, i’m shitting my pants right now and i don’t think we’ve even left the starting area.
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The bank was in sight. The Bossman was giving out orders, but Aleksandr wasn’t listening. It was his first mission and the nineteen year old greenhorn wasn’t exactly ready. With hidden, unobtainable FEAR, the youngest looked to Jordan and the others with mischievous intention. The black van was parked a block away from their destination, though as they nonchalantly filed out of the van, Immortal mentioned once again that they needed a DISTRACTION, or the cops would inevitably catch them . Koots gave him a long took, explaining it was unnecessary and to follow the orders given to him. Which was to what ?! Spot Los Santos police when they were right on fucking top of them ? Nope, Aleks was doing his own damn thing. He would PROVE them wrong and make the Boss PROUD of him. Slipping away into an ally, he made sure no one noticed his departure and took off in a sprint toward an apartment complex that wouldn’t be missed if he CREATED a little distraction.
The plan was simple — break in, hold everyone up, steal the fuck outta some diamonds, and get the hell outta there without too much hassle — or at least, Nova assumed it would be simple. They’d done it a thousand times before, the fact that a ROOKIE was accompanying them this time made Nova suspect otherwise, though. He found himself mentally reliving the meeting a few hours earlier, where he’d told Kootra again and again that bringing Immortal along was a TERRIBLE idea. He’d more than likely fuck everything up for the rest of them, but Kootra wasn’t listening — he believed in giving everyone a chance, which Nova believed to be a load of BULLSHIT. Sure, everyone had a first time, but this was not the beginners-fucking-trial and Nova felt infuriated knowing that he couldn’t pass that message across without being told to shut up and get on with things. Being generally known among the group as the loud one with the fiery temperament, the others would have assumed nothing other than complaints from Nova — but Nova knew what he was talking about. Jumping out of the van, Nova scanned the area briefly before taking any further steps — it was go time. Time to fucking do this.
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