Ok! I’m finally back. Sorry. This one is kinda different from the others. Mostly because I was writing in a rush. Some family issues were brought up today. Sorry again. Anyways, Michael’s introduction to the Ends of Beginnings
Michael Jones thought the Fake AH Crew was a joke when he was asked to join them. Who wouldn’t? An alcoholic with delusional dreams of running a crummy town. A woman who was determined to strike fear throughout the city yet be the mother to this crew. And a man whose accent was frankly ridiculous and couldn’t seem to control himself. Despite all this, Michael decided to give them a chance since he didn’t really have much else to lose. A simple trial run of a heist became a week of working with them. The week soon became a couple. And after that? Well, Michael and the crew stopped counting.
It was clear Michael wasn’t from Los Santos. His eyes held a certain gleam of mischief that very few had in Los Santos. He held himself tall and proud as if he ran the world and waited for someone to challenge that. His short temper and voice practically screamed Jersey as he began to play the muscle role well. Michael was a freelancer, hopping from job to job. He stayed in Los Santos but everyone knew he wouldn’t stick with one group for long.
Michael usually got the job for playing muscle since he was well built and had the anger for it. What Michael loved though? Explosions. Destruction. Distraction. His eyes would light up at the thought of blowing a place up and would make the explosives to do so. But not many crews need someone to run the risk of explosives. Especially when the guy isn’t even in your crew.
Michael had been in a dry spell for jobs when he got the note in his mail. Simple white envelope. Addressed to ‘Mr. Jones’. No addresses, his or a return. He hesitated before opening it to find a note in sloppy handwriting. Basically, it was some crew boss showing interest in Michael and offered him a job with the prospects of more. At the bottom, it was signed by Geoff Ramsey. The name sounded familiar and the moment Michael looked it up, he realized why.
Geoff Ramsey, leader of a group of three criminals trying to overpower everyone else. Michael rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, messaging the number that was left on the note.
“What’s the job?” Was all Michael sent back.
The next few days consisted of Geoff trying to convince Michael to join without hearing the plan first since “you know how the business goes here,” he said.
Michael eventually relented and agreed to meet Geoff at a nearby pier, one that there was enough people around that he could get help if needed but not enough to get caught.
Once Michael arrived and saw what he was going to attempt to work with though, he regretted his decision. Ramsey wore a suit that was nice a few years ago maybe but it was clearly past its time. Pattillo was trying to convince Free to put on sunscreen since they were out in the sun. And Free? He wore cheap fake gold glasses and attempted to dress stylishly. To Michael, this seemed like a set up to a bad joke.
What made Michael reconsider his whole feelings towards the crew was when Geoff found out about his weak spot for explosives. Michael watched as the older man perked up and looked at Michael with a mischievous smile.
“Oh, we are about to blow up so much shit.” He said and stood. “Excuse me, I have to go rework a couple of heists.”
Michael decided then that perhaps the group was a little odd or rough around the edges. But, hey, he got to blow up a few buildings and cars because of it. They accepted each other in this crew. They were family.
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