Okay, first real story I've decided on writing. Be honest; there are weirder crossovers on Wattpad than this.
None of the artwork featured in this (including the cover) belongs to me
I let out a sigh as I sit in the safehouse kitchen, browsing the job listings in the newspaper. My name is y/n, a 19-year-old boy. I'm with the Payday gang, and I've been a member for about a year now. Well, not a full member. According to them, I'm still a greenhorn, so I don't have my own specially-made mask, weapons, or my even my own alias. I wear a ski mask, use an AMCAR assault rifle,
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and a Chimano 88 pistol.
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The gang refers to me as "Rookie" when we're on a job. Sure, I've gone on several minor heists with them, but I still have yet to prove myself by completing my first major score. Once I do, I'll become a full member of the crew.
Now, you're probably thinking "Wait, then why are you looking through the job listings in a newspaper?" Here's my answer for you; don't fucking worry about it. I'll say this much; part of the reason I'm looking for a job is so to temporarily use it as a front while I'm in the Payday gang. One minor problem though; there isn't any damn jobs in here that would work well as a front!
3rd POV:
As y/n lets out another groan of frustration, he is approached by one of his heister colleagues.
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(Sydney) Oi, whatcha up to?
Kelli King, more commonly known as Sydney, is the heister that y/n has gotten along with the most. That's not to say the others dislike y/n; Sydney has just gotten to know y/n and interact with him more than everyone else. It's gotten to the point where y/n sees Sydney as a love interest, even though he knows in his mind that she is way out of his league.
Sydney then takes a seat next to y/n, as she drinks her morning cup of coffee. She leans over to see him browsing job listings in the newspaper. Y/n blushes at how close Sydney is getting to him.
(Sydney) Looking for a new job?
(Y/n) No, no. It's just for the part-time front.
(Sydney) Oh right, right. It's that "trying a real job" promise you made to--
(Y/n) Yes.
Y/n cut her off abruptly.
(Sydney) Sorry. I shouldn't pry too much into it.
(Y/n) No worries.
(Sydney) So, you found any decent ones yet?
(Y/n) Nope. Can't find any damn job in this thing that would work as a front, in addition to being a genuine job.
(Sydney) *gasp* Wait! I've got something perfect!
Sydney gets up from her seat, and runs to her mask workshop to retrieve a certain flyer she kept there. She then returns and hands it to y/n.
