Once upon an evening in Los Santos, the Underground was rolling deep and they were all itching for some mischief. The banks were still open and available for withdrawals so the Underground grouped up at HQ and began planning their operation. The bank on Route 68 seemed to be the most vulnerable so we planned on taking it for all it had.
We all made our way to Route 68 and posted up at nearby stores waiting for the signal to head in. After a quick look down the road, Mel gave the go ahead and we stormed the front door holding the tellers at gunpoint while Will broke open the door to gain access to the tellers. With a quick bash tp the head with the butt of his pistol, they were eliminated. The drill was spinning in the vault room as metal shavings piled beneath it when Mel came on over comms… “Cops, cops, cops, everybody out!” Like cockroaches seeing the light, we all fled in different directions. Leaving incoming cops to tend to the empty bank and injured tellers. Luckily everyone made a clean getaway, and we laid low for a bit.
Back at HQ, cops were circling like vultures waiting to link someone to the bank job as they saw pink blurs speed by as we left the bank. A bit of time goes by and the cops have nothing but are still buzzing around HQ. Someone suggests we go back and finish the job. So, we made our way back for round two and sent Will in to finish drilling. Finally, the drill broke through and the heavy vault door popped open revealing a locked gate. One simple pick later, we flooded the vault and began to grab as much cash as we could and opened lock boxes to loot anything of value. Sirens draw nearer as the law tries to thwart our efforts. We all mount up and speed off to lose the heat. Again, all are out without trouble and again, cops fall upon the Underground HQ to try to squash us but they have nothing… they are nothing… they are just government pawns chasing nothing.
