Crip crawls out of bed, yawing and stretching as he turns his alarm off. Today was a big day, and he didn't need to be late. If he can just do this job right, maybe he can finally pull his own weight in the gangs.

Surely O'Riley would forgive his recent mess up if he can do a job like this!

He tugs on his clothes, and as he opens the door, jumps.

There sits Victor at his table yet again, sipping on a cup of coffee.

He really shouldn't be surprised. Victor has already shown he can get into this apartment whenever he pleases.
He walks past the creepy man, until he notices a cup of coffee sitting on the table. It's warm too...

Victor: "Morning little birdy."

He chimes, and Crip feels struck by this behavior. Wasn't he pissed off last night?

Crip: "You made me coffee?"

Victor gives a soft nod, eyes closed as he enjoys his own cup. Crip is skeptical, but he takes a sip anyways. It's perfect. It's exactly the way he would've made it himself.

What in the absolute hell is going on with this guy?

Victor: "We shouldn't be late so drink up."

Right...

It isn't long before they're at the hideout. They head to this large room, and Crip can feel eyes on him as he enters. He stays right beside Victor, and listens as they go over the plan. Soon they're headed out, piled into two vans. They reach a safe distance from the target, and the gang separates. Victor and Crip hang behind with Thaddeus in a van, heading to a new location on the other side of the target building.

Crip watches nervously as Victor slips on a mask around his nose and mouth, then pulls up a hood over his head.

Victor: "You gonna go in like that?"

Crip: "I'll pull my hood up.."

Victor pulls his mask down, frowning a bit.

Victor: "Here."

He says with a sigh, handing Crip a mask to go over the bottom half of his face as well.

Victor: "You've only got one identity. Best to hide it from the cops, right?"

He smiles a little at that last part. Is he being nice? That somehow...makes Crip feel a little warm on his cheeks. He takes the mask and puts it on, then pulls up his hood.

Victor: "That's it." He whispers, placing a finger under Crips chin, "Now you're ready."

Thank god for this mask...He's probably making the most stupid face right now. His heart flutters, and it feels unreal. Unlike anything he's felt before from another man. What is it about Victor that has him wanting his praise so badly?

Thad: "We're here."
Thaddeus says from the front of the van, and Victor immediately withdraws his finger, leaving Crip feeling nervous as hell. Right. They had a job to do now. Crips job is to KEEP UP.

Victor is first to exit the van, pulling his mask up as he fishes a rifle out of the back of the van. The rifle has a nice strap on it, keeping it around Victors body for convenience.

Victor: "Follow me." He says lowly, and Crip obeys, following Victor down the alleyway. They finally reach the target location, which is the back of the building. Luckily there's vehicles in the back so they have some protection. They kneel down behind a lower truck, Victor hanging near the back of it so he has more leverage to shoot.

It isn't long before an alarm is set off, and it's go time. Victor readies his gun, and waits. It's quiet, all except the alarm. Then suddenly, the gang comes running out, duffle bags hanging off some of the bodies. They got the cash. They run past, and immediately following is about five cops. They dash, crouch, crawl, whatever they have to do to get behind Victor and to the alleyway.

Victors shots are so loud, they echo through the buildings. He doesn't just spray and pray either, no, he's persistent but calculated. Shooting exactly where needed to keep the cops crouched down near the building.

The gang has been gone for what feels like a few minutes now. Surely they've reached the van. Now it's their turn.

Victor: "On my signal, run. I'll be right behind you."

He says just loud enough for Crip to hear, but never breaking his eyesight from the cops.

Victor: "Now!" He shouts, firing the gun with every last bit of bullets left. Crip dashes, running as fast as he can back down the alleyway. It's all a blur, but finally the van is in sight.

Suddenly, a shot is fired, and a pipe explodes. The sudden action makes Crip trip.

He falls. The one thing he didn't need to do, he's done it. There's no way out of this one either. Victor will retreat to the van, and he'll be captured by the cops.

Or so he thought.

The van speeds off, doors closing, all while he's being grabbed. He doesn't remember much after that. He was inside a building somewhere nearby, someone holding onto him tightly while holding a rag over his nose. He didn't even have much fight in him....but now that he's waking up, he's in his bed at home.

What in the hell happened?