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The Los Santos Central Bank was closed for the night, the towering building once clambered with citizens and employees all day became silenced during night hours. For some cases, the bank is secured with any threats from those who tried to raid it. All except one in particular managed to breach through the bank.
As the last rounds of his Assault Rifle MK II were ejected, the guard in front fell riddled with bullet holes and splattered blood. The one who killed him, XxBrassKingSevenxX stomp passed the dead guard, alongside the bundle of corpses following a firefight that took minutes to clear.
Despite wearing full body armor, the guards were armed with assault rifles chambered with APs instead of conventional pistols. With his health close to zero, he never expected to survive, unlike most noobs who tried to rush with no sense of using cover.
After passing down a set of stairs down the bank, right there, down the hall, embodied with gold and silver lies a vault way larger than he had ever seen. Not even the Maze Bank could rival its immense size and loot. This is it, the moment they’ve been waiting for. From the first day they planned, everything was set for their biggest score yet.
From taking down the bank's guards to sabotaging security cameras, everything seemed to go according to plan. Or at least everything according to plan. Stood with determination, his patience began to deteriorate over the second for someone missing. Not assuming he was short tempered, but he was also responsible to take care of someone who agreed to join in the heist.
“Dagger!” He called out with his voice raised, “Dagger where the hell are you!?”
“Brass!?” The other shouted, somehow never left from the other room.
“The fuck are you doing in there?” He responded in an impatient tone, “You better not snoop around before we open this vault!”
“Hold on, I’m coming!”
“You better not be!”
A few seconds later, he emerged from behind and stood beside Brass. XxSchwarzen_DaggerxX bore no emotion whatsoever, all except his two eyes poked out from the Space Monkey Mask in his head. Either to intimidate or to send chills by someone staring at your soul.
“Dagger,” He said, giving him a blank look of disgruntment, “What did you do this time?”
“Sorry, Brass,” Dagger stammered, rubbing his head comically, “I got caught up with something important.”
Brass raised his eyebrow with a dull expression, “Lemme guess? A furry art?”
Dagger paused and looked away with his face hint the color of pink, “Probably?”
Brass sighs as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Jesus. You got to be kidding me.”
His eyes widened, darted at Dagger with a hint of red veins visible to the naked eye, “We got no time staring at some wolf males going giggety on a heist!”
“Whatever you say, dude,” He let out a sinister chuckle as he pulled out his phone, “Looks like I’ll be sending this on Discord, It’ll be a bloodbath once everyone explodes with this.”
“Look, can't we just get this over with already. I’m not wasting listening to this conversation.” Brass walked forward with Dagger giggled like a child who found a nice toy to play with.
Upon close contact with the vault, Brass pulled out a bunch of sticky bombs and placed them on the vault and walked back. Once it exploded after a few seconds, the vault door breached open. As expected, the alarms go off, alongside its built-in feature to send the LSPD to respond in case the vault was breached.
The sight was beautiful, Brass could smell the loot within their secured casings. But with the alarms going off all over the bank, thinking of taking a money shower would wait for later. Grabbing the last of the loot and stashed in his duffel bag, the last section of the vault was empty. Everything from the last drop.
Upon exiting the vault, he stood by and guard the entrance, waiting for his apprentice to follow. Armed with his fully customized Assault Rifle MK II, he felt like he wanted to take on whatever came across him.
“Holy moly,” Dagger commented, stashing a pack of diamonds in his duffel bag, “This sure is big enough to last us for a month!”
“Way bigger from what we earned last week.” Brass added, ”Not that this solution would replace our business.”
“Robbing banks is my forte!”
“So am I. I’ll be better off doing it for a quick buck.”
They moved away from the vault and headed towards the exit. However, not only was the entire bank empty with no NPCs in sight, they expected one of the first responders to show up right at the exit.
Sure enough, they were correct, distant wails of police sirens caught their attention. Hiding behind one of the desks, they waited patiently. From the dense silence awaited for the arrival of officers came barging through the wooden doors of the bank.
Once the sound of the main doors opened, a couple of footsteps came entering the bank and headed to the main lobby. Although they anticipated those cops were armed with pistols and nothing else, they never could have expected them wearing full covers of swat gear armed with assault rifles and SMGs.
The sight caused Brass to gasp in realization. They’re not ordinary police officers, their distinct black overalls coupled with chest rigs and NVGs. And for them, that could only be one thing.
“Shit!” Brass cursed under his breath, “One of the LSPD’s Counter Criminal Units. I should have known they would come.”
“And it seems they are here for business.”
Brass dropped a sweat from his head. Although he had various encounters with SWAT teams and military personnels, them in particular was not something to jest about. Whatever the admins were smoking in their bedrooms at 3 A.M. knows how to make players ragebait without remorse.
Brass felt his hands shake, heavy breathing began from this overwhelming tension. He may have the guts to go against any cops, Swats, and National Guards in vanilla, but a server with cracked NPCs to gun you down sends genuine fear down his spine.
Dagger cocked his Battle Rifle as he giggled in a childish manner, “Whatever they made off, I’ll be sure they won’t get back up.”
As one of them comes closer to their position, in a quick moment, Brass pulls the trigger and plants the first bullet in his skull. A loud thud alarmed the rest of the team, using that as a distraction, Dagger threw a stun grenade over their position and stunned them in the process.
“Now!” Taking the opportunity, both fired their weapons at them. In full rage, they swept the entire main hall hailed with bullets over their adversary. Despite their success, some managed to recover and began standing up while spraying back towards their position.
Brass gritted his teeth, grumbling himself every time one of them recovered back up. Out of the ten the LSPD sent, three were killed, and the other six were either wounded or completely unharmed.
“Dammit! Why won’t you die!” Dagger yelled out in frustration, “I just pinned that fucker Twenty times!”
“Their armor is fucking cracked! Our bullets won’t do anything!”
Dagger grimaced as he reloaded, then looked at Brass, “Can you take a headshot!?”
Brass shaked his head, “No Dice, they kept avoiding me to take the shot. Plus, their weapons hurt as fuck!”
Dagged banged on the ground, his face frowned in anger, “Why would the admins create them in the first place!”
“Because they like to fuck with us from showing cops are not weak!”
“Then what are we supposed to do?”
Brass made a predicament of his current situation. If they waste more time staying, many more would show up for backup, even worse deploying the national guard. Pondering under the hails of gunfire, Brass raised his head up as he managed to find a solution.
“I got a way to take them down,” He said to Dagger, “But I gotta need you to cover me.”
“Are you sure?” Dagger replied, feeling concerned about his plan, “You think it would work on them?
“Don’t make this like it's difficult. I already know what I’m doing.”
“Tell me, are you in or not?”
With a pause of hesitation, Dagger made a simple nod. Brass came out of his hiding spot and sprinted away as the Counter Criminal operators began diverting their attention to Brass.
With a grin on his face, he threw a sticky bomb on their position. Once set, the sticky bomb exploded, sending their ragdoll bodies flying all over the bank floor.
Despite their undefeated status, nothing could beat with a single explosive sticky bomb up their asses.
“Nice one, Brass! You got their asses!”
Brass spit on their corpses, “Take that! I hope your boss will be happy in the afterlife.” His head then diverts towards the emergency exit down the hall, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
As they make their escape through the emergency doors, nothing comes to their attention staring at the city. From the dimly lit sky of the breezing night, the beauty of Los Santos encapsulates its beauty for anyone to see.
Thanks to the servers special graphic mods installed, replacing the already boring atmosphere that fits the night life for any player in the server. Sirens blared from the distance, and their minimap said so with cops coming towards the bank.
Without wasting any time, they move out. With the help of the night, they ran down from the boring streets towards the bank’s parking lot. Sensing the sirens began to get close, they quickly picked up the pace and reached their personal escape vehicle.
“Seriously, an Armored Kuruma?” Dagger questioned, never expecting a vehicle like this to be used as the primary escape vehicle, "Wouldn't it be something more sporty than a cheap-ass armored vehicle.”
Brass felt his veins popping out from that statement, “Don’t forget that I planned this heist for our sake and now, you think this vehicle is cheap?”
“You could have the Vigilante or the Nightshark,” Dagger said as he entered through the passenger seat, followed by Brass on the driver seat, “A single RPG won’t let this one alive.”
Brass ignored him, but not without the feeling of wanting to punch his face as they he sat in his vehicle for flaming his vehicle with such facts.
As they entered, Brass started the Armored Kuruma with a roar. In an instant, Brass drove out the parking lot and made it out to the Los Santos Freeway. As the sirens kept blaring around the city, the Kuruma kept driving, dashing and avoiding casual traffic along the fairly dim freeway.
In the rear view mirror behind his vehicle, no one tailed them, it seemed the police were slow to catch up. From wanted criminals and escaped in a flash felt a sense of glee on their faces.
They thought the pursuit was over. Atleast, they never anticipate their surroundings. As they passed down the freeway, a sight of a large billboard came into view. Upon passing, the lights of red and blue came from the rearview mirror.
The siren of a cop car hailed the quiet drive with apprehension. From passing one car to another, the cop kept hot in their tail with its headlight beamed for the hunt.
“THIS IS THE POLICE! PULL OVER! I REPEAT! PULL OVER!!!”
The cops megaphone called out, its voice echoed in anger with a hint of frustration behind his tone.
Ignoring the annoyance of the officer's megaphone, they kept pressing on, hoping to lose him on the way. Rather, they underestimate the officer’s police cruiser. Fully upgraded to have a turbo, the cop managed to catch up, no matter how much they swerved traffic or changed lanes but to no avail.
“THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! PULL OVER NOW ASSHOLE!!!”
Brass grunted, frustrated at the cop as it tailgated them nonstop. With no hope of stopping, shots began to rain on his Kuruma, an act of zero self-control but to shoot at the suspect.
“This cop is out of his mind,” Dagger pulled the SMG’s charging handle and aimed at the cop, “Hope he gets a taste of this!”
The SMG opened fire with a pull of the trigger. The police cruiser was ridiculed with bullet holes until the final bullet pierced the cop's head exploding with blood. As the cruiser spun out and crashed onto a tree, more cops showed up out of nowhere, sending two— no, four cruisers chasing with their guns shooting in their direction.
“Dammit!” Brass cursed as he banged the steering wheel in rage, “They kept getting more and more agitated by the second!”
“We have a bigger problem!”
Above where Dagger was pointing at, a dark object came out of nowhere with blinking lights between the end of its silhouette. As it got closer, a loud roar shook the quiet night into frenzy. Its engine screamed like a ramjet, a winged shaped aircraft passed by with breakneck speed as it turned around, now following them from behind.
Suddenly, without warning, the aircraft launched something below its wings. Realizing what it was, in a split second, Brass swerved away as it missed and exploded near to their vehicle. Brass felt like his heart was about to explode from the sudden surprise. And Dagger, for the most part, kept his eyes on the aircraft intensively to observe in caution.
“What the!? A fucking Hydra!?” Dagger cursed as he observed the jet with wide eyes, “How the hell did they get one of those!?”
The Hydra began to turn around for another strafe run. Being the sore thumb they are, either to evade fast or face being blown up by a missile.
“Brass! Turn right! Turn right!” Dagger yelled as another missile launched straight for them. As ordered, he turned as the missile exploded away towards a bustling traffic now engulfed in a blazing inferno.
“Shit! That was close!” Brass gasp, the explosion caught him by surprise how close they were being blown up.
As Brass kept his composure, swerving traffic and avoiding the Hydra’s missiles, they managed to find an alternate route and drove away from the Freeway. With the cops still behind them, an underpass covered the sky with a row of bridges obscuring any aircraft on the ground.
Sure enough, it was right. The Hydra left the chase with its presence slowly disappearing from their radar. With the aircraft gone, their priority shifted on handling their pursuiers.
“Brass!” Dagger exclaimed with his eyes wide behind his monkey mask, “We got twelve cops following us!? I expect more would show up if this won’t end!”
“Yeah no shit!” Brass took another turn on the next pass as the cops followed in synchronization. They kept catching up, the more they got close, shots from their weapons hailed the Kuruma with pistol bullets and buckshots all over the rear end. But thanks to its armor, those shots meant nothing, but driving in the long run would be a bad thing for his vehicle to handle.
As they took another turn, one of them caught something in front of the windshield. Dagger and Brass stare at the unknown object in the middle of the road. Upon getting closer, their blood began to run cold.
A Rhino, under its LSPD livery crawls closer with its intimidating presence, ready to strike at will with its true power in defiance. As the Rhino stopped, it raised its large cannon at their position, ready to be stonked to oblivion. In a split second a round was shot. Brass swerved away and missed, exploding towards a group of LSPD pursuit vehicles, all disintegrated in a fiery explosion.
“Holy shit!” Dagger exclaimed, “A Rhino!? Are you serious!?”
The Kuruma went around, the Rhino turned its hull with its turret at the same time. As it aimed, another shot fired. It exploded close to their left side with its explosion causing a shockwave, nearly flipping the vehicle over and going up into two wheels before landing back to the ground.
After going through a near death experience, they drove away and took another turn with the rhino tailing in its best speed, “Just avoid it, Brass, those things are slow to catch up!”
“I know that already, just shut up!” Once everything was safe, and the tank being left in the dust of its slowness, the chase began to simmer. Once the wanted levels were blinking, they reached an underpass with a tunnel that connected to an underground subway perfect for a hiding place.
With a sharp turn, Brass drove the Kuruma into the tunnel. As they drove deeper into the tunnel, Brass slowed down and stopped on the narrow pass which served as the city's sewers.
Both waited in silence as their wanted levels blinked until they disappeared. Finally, the pursuit ended, and a sigh of relief erupted with joy and victory on both of them.
“Well that took long enough,” Brass chucked in delight, “But we made it this far without being blown up right?”
“Yep,” Dagger agreed, “Those sons of bitches were harder to shake off without our weapons.”
“Except for the last one.”
Dagger grunted, "Doesn't matter.”
With the wanted levels gone, Brass drove the Kuruma as they continued their conversation, “You know, I’ve seen some players getting away at six stars. I wouldn't guess we’ve been chased by them all at once. Especially under six stars at best.”
Dagger pointed his finger up, “Dude, a Hydra and a Tank? We never reach further than that. The admin’s probably cooking to make our asses kick,” Dagger placed both hands behind his head as he laid back on the passenger seat, “But if we were at six, make sure Satan would give us a warm welcome.”
“Well let’s just hope that he does.” With their conversation out of the way, Brass drove the Kuruma out of the tunnel and to the open street, heading towards home.
As they drove, silence infused between them. Despite their daring heist they inflicted within the bank, a sense of tension swarmed the air with apprehension.
“So… Dagger,” Brass said, trying to come up with another topic, “Now that’s finished, is there anything we wished to do today?”
Dagger left in silence for a moment before speaking, “No idea,” He admitted, “Nothing but having you to do all the work.”
“I may have done it all, but you at some point contribute despite knowing the fact you take shit for granted.”
Dagger laughed, “You just don’t know it yet, dude. Just don’t know it yet.”
“But anyways,” He then diverts his head to Brass, “How about you? Any ideas?”
Brass let out a tired sigh, “Now that we’ve robbed a bank already, I suggest maybe try and use whatever money we got for our business. Just some upgrades and all to generate more.”
Dagger hummed, “I was thinking of renovating my warehouses for my new stocks. And more stocks means more money to print.”
Brass raised his eyebrow in a dumbfounded expression, “Is that so? When was the last time you made much money from your business?”
“Hmm let’s see,” He counted his fingers until he got the final calculation, “Probably not enough than we’ve stolen.”
“Just as I suspected,”
“In this server, anyone could buy anything for themselves. But for you, only someone from a 3rd world country could purchase your military stocks.” Brass knew this too well. Second-hand products are a good start, but to develop further requires products with the highest-quality than staying what you have started.
“Hey! My products are worth less than what they set on their websites!” Dagger replied, keeping his stance in the argument.
Brass dashed his eyes to him, “But their operation quality is nothing but shit. An AK can operate for years without cleaning, but a tank or a jet requires extensive maintenance to keep in good condition. Have you ever thought about spending it on someone to fix them for you?”
“It’s a waste of time,” He admitted, hands clasped with his two fingers twirling, “If someone has the money, they will do it themselves instead of doing it myself.”
Brass couldn't help but to plant his hand on his forehead, “You seriously oblivious of this do you?”
“Yes. I spend what I deemed is important. I don’t spend on things that will go to waste.”
“You definitely needed some basic training on economics.”
With that out of the way, Dagger switched to another topic, “Speaking off my business, How is yours doing? Still selling weed all over the place?”
“Quite alright, I earned about millions in a week.” Brass pointed at Dagger directly, “Besides. I managed my business better than yours. I could imagine yours would close its doors for you to live on the streets begging for money.”
Dagger scoffed, “You worried too much, Brass, I guarantee my business would flourish! Just give me hope, I’m sure of that!”
“Whatever you say.”
As the Kuruma drove past the last intersection, the appearance of their home was revealed in their sights. Dark, big and covered with glass windows, a building towered everything around the perimeter, showing everyone below its true status for those who can afford it.
Brass took a turn over where the sidewalk was carved into a path towards the building’s garage. Once the garage doors opened, they entered and later spawned to their personal garage of the building. Although vibrant at first glance, it's like living in luxury with rows of cars parked side by side with each model present, giving its diversity.
“Home sweet home,” Brass said as he exited his vehicle, Dagger followed him soon after, “Isn’t it nice? To be here after a long day of gaming session just to chill in here right?”
“I believe the existence of Oppressors and Deluxos dogfighting in the night would be perfect,” Dagger grinned nonchalantly, “I’d be delighted to watch that during the weekends.”
Brass couldn't resist pointing his dominant finger at him, “You seriously can’t understand the value of this can’t you, Dagger?”
“Whatever violence may this server may give to us, you can’t ignore the feeling of watching the city without others killing each other.”
Dagger raised both his arms, “Just saying, dude. Nothing beats killing each other for any nonsensical shit.”
“Yeah, well, it's shit.”
Dagger paused for a moment, “Speaking of which, are there any players left in the server?”
Brass wondered and checked the server player list, “Only us it seems, they’re not online at this hour.”
“Anything about Omega?”
He checked again until he found the name Dagger mentioned, “She just left just a few minutes ago.”
Dagger let out a giggle of an idiot, “I just hope she didn’t realize we robbed her bank for our life savings.”
“Bah, she’s too focused to notice,” Brass counted with his fingers each, “and besides, that’s probably a tiny fraction we stole from her, I’m sure nothing bad will happen.”
“And don’t forget she’s into furries.”
“Be careful, Dagger. You don’t want to unleash her wrath, otherwise you’ll be hanged outside of her doorstep bitch slapping you everyday.”
Dagger covered his crotch for some reason, “I hope she wouldn't do this to me.”
Brass winced from his gesture, “Gross. She’s not that kind of woman you know?”
“Still, I’d rather log out than to get the chance.”
As the conversation continued, Dagger made a tiring yawn of exhaustion, “On second thought, I don’t think I’ll be online right now. Might as well hit the sack.”
Understandably, Brass hummed, “Same time tomorrow."
He nodded in approval, “Sure, Whatever you say.” He paused for a moment as he turned his head at Brass, “How about you then?”
“I’m not sleepy yet,” Brass admitted, “I’d rather stay online a little longer.”
“Let me guess, waiting for the next server update?”
“Can’t say that you’re wrong tho.”
"Whatever you say,” Dagger made another yawn and decided it's time to get some shut eye, “Anyways, I’m off.”
Brass waved to his friend goodbye as he gestured a smooch, “Good night, monkey boy.”
Dagger pulled out his middle finger, “Suck a dick, rocker boy.”
As Dagger signed off, his player model disappeared in a blink of an eye. With his friend left, he was now left alone in the server, all but the view of Los Santos through his house’s large window.
Once Brass sat down on the couch, a loud pop emanated the quiet atmosphere followed by a series of gulping. After Brass drank his certified carbonated drink, he placed it on the table with him burping on the spot. As he did so, he checked the time from his wrist watch.
Quarter to Twelve, about a minute left.
His hands clasped with excitement. Behind his tired eyes, he waited for this moment. He would have slept and waited until morning, but whatever his lazy ass told him, he waited for the last few seconds of the countdown.
The clock was ticking. Every second, the ticking became louder from his ears. He grinned, patiently waiting with apprehension.
“I hope it's worth it.” The time began counting down. In Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
*Game Crashed*