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They’re all capable. They all know how to do their jobs to the best of their ability. Together they move mountains. It’s why they take the piss out of every single situation they ever find themselves in. Because they can. Because they’ve got the skills to deal with whatever happens. What doesn’t kill them only makes them stronger. And it’s not fun keeping on point and just aiming and shooting, not when you know you can do it. Not when it’s not a challenge.
So Gavin acts a fool. Always, constantly, consistently, 24/7. And you have to really know him to know it is all an act. You have to really know him to know that, contrary to popular opinion, he’s not the weak link in the Crew. He is its strongest.
Gavin lone wolf’s better than anyone else in Los Santos. With the Crew, he can move mountains, on his own, the mountains move for him, even if he has to give them a bit of encouragement along the way. Gavin’s a deadly fucker, and you have to really be within his inner circle to know that.
Geoff sees it first. They don’t talk about it, ever. But Geoff didn’t offer Gavin a place in his Crew and his home out of the goodness of his heart. Geoff owes Gavin a life debt, and he’s probably paid the debt back in full a thousand times over the years, but neither of them would know at this point, it’s not like Gavin’s ever going to collect.
Gavin saved his life. He’d stumbled ‘drunkenly’ into a little back alley at Oh-God-O’clock and right into the middle of a fight. But that’s not quite true, Geoff had already lost, and was lying on the ground, the barrel of a gun hovering precariously above his head.
Gavin stumbled into the middle of a murder to be or not to be.
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Geoff’s pretty sure he’s not making it out of this one. He supposes it serves him right. He’s fucked up more things than he can count, killed more people than he knows, destroyed more lives than he’s ever saved. Maybe this is just what he deserves.
Above him, Corpirate swears suddenly, and Geoff hears his boots twisting in the dirt, and then Geoff hears it.
“Mmm watcha sssaaayyy!?! OOoohhh that you only meant weeeeeell?!? Well, of course you did and mmmm watcha sssssaaay!?!” a very loud, very young, very drunk voice yells at the top of its lungs, Geoff rolls towards it, curious.
“Hey kid, get the fuck out of here.” Corpirate yells, as Geoff’s eyes land upon the newcomer, they’re a boy, really. Geoff doesn’t even think they’re out of their teens yet.
“Ello, lads!” the kid greets, a stupid goofy grin on his stupid British face. “What’s all this then?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Corpirate answers, and Geoff wants so much to tell the kid to fuck off, to not get involved, to not lose his life like this. Geoff tries to plant his hands beneath him and push himself up, but Corpirate lands a kick to his stomach and he crashes back down, coughing and gasping for air, trying to curl in upon himself.
“Oi, leave him alone. What’s he done to you?” the kid exclaims, moving towards them, Geoff imagines the gun changes targets, aimed now at the kid, who doesn’t seem fazed by it at all, from the sound of his footsteps getting closer.
“Kid.”
“Aww, look at ‘em. You ruined ‘is awesome jacket!” the kid bemoans.
‘Stop’ Geoff wants to yell at him as the kid gets into grabbing range of the Corpirate, when suddenly everything slows as a gun goes off and something wet and warm splatters all over him, there’s the sound of a body hitting ground. He can’t find the will to look and see what caused it. Can’t find the will to look and see the dead kid lying there on the ground because of him. God, he’s a piece of shit.
“Ugh. Goddammit, of course my clothes are bloody ruined now, aren’t they?” Geoff forces himself to look up, eyes wide as he sees the kid, standing over the body of the Corpirate. The blood all over the three of them is not the kid’s blood, as Geoff had assumed, but the Corpirate’s, and Geoff looks at it for a few moments, fascinated as it continues to gush out of his rival’s neck.
“What?”
“Dude, come with me. I know, like, the best doctor. He’ll get you to rights in no time.” The kid assures, all but dragging a stunned Geoff to his feet.
“How?” Geoff asks, the kid grins at him and shrugs his shoulders.
“I’m just your average, young, lovable, derpy, British idiot! Who’s going to see me as a threat?” the kid questions, throwing Geoff’s arm over his shoulder and helping him out of the alleyway. “Let’s get you to Caleb. I’m Gavin by the way.”
“Geoff.”
“Ah. Well, a pleasure to meet you, Go-eff. Now, shut up, keep walking, and keep your eye out for any banging rides, I crashed mine into a pole earlier, trying to avoid a stupid little kitty cat, so we’ll need to nick one.”
“Alright.”
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Yeah, Geoff’s the first to figure out just how scary Gavin can be when he wants to be. But he’s not the last.