I jumped out of my seat when they burst opened the van's door. They grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out. I landed on the dirty, hard concrete of the ally. I didn't bother fighting; The computer turned him on, and I know he knows what to do.

They picked me up and dragged me to the police car. I kept cursing at them until my eyes stopped on the four people who got us into this mess. I continued to stare at them with hatred until the cop put me into the car, where they disappeared out of my site.

I looked at Craig, who was trying to break the window. We both knew he couldn't, but when he's mad, he thinks he's invincible and can break anything. I sighed and looked out the window.

I began to think about how it all started:

I sat at my computer, trying to find out if this guy had a security system on his house.

That's what I do for a living; Look how much money someone has, and steal it.

Well, his name is Marcel Cunningham. All I know about him is that he's 26, he's rich, and he lives with two other people. His skin was a light brown and he had black, curly hair. He looked to be six foot or around that. He had muscles, but he didn't look very intimidating.

How did he become my next victim? That's easy. I was at Starbucks with my laptop, trying to find out which person had the most money. It came down to Marcel, and some basic white chick. Marcel had a million dollars more, so I hacked into his computer from where I was sitting.

Turns out, he had over eighteen million dollars, and none of it was in the bank. I know that seems suspicious, but money is money, and I needed/wanted it.

When he was about to leave, I got up and "accidentally"  bumped into him. I said sorry and walked out after I put the tracking device on the back of his jacket, out of his reach.

I made the tracking device myself. Actually, everything I use for my heists I make. Why? Simple, the cops can't track it down if it's not in their system. Anyhow, the tracking device can scan up to 4,000 yards if necessary, but I only programmed it to scan the house it was in. When it scans, it detects body heat, security systems, and large pieces of metal, like safes.

I wasn't surprised when I saw eight cameras highlighted green. One on the front porch; One in the living room; One in the hallway; One in the kitchen;One upstairs; One in the basement; One in the garage; And one on the back porch. I rolled my eyes and looked to see what kind of cameras they were. I was really stunned to see that they were the super cheap kind from Wal-Mart.

It was the middle of October, so I decided to rob them as soon as possible. Fall and winter are-in my opinion-the best times to rob someone; You can hide so many weapons in your jacket. However, it was warm that day, so I didn't wear one.

Anyway, I walked down the ally behind their street and watched the house form there. I had my phone in my hand, hovering over the button to shut down the cameras. While I was waiting for them all to leave, I looked at my empty duffel bag and made sure it was unzipped, so I can be in and out of there, and I made sure the gun in the side pocket was loaded.

I wore what I usually wore to heists: Black pair of skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, a bandana over my mouth, sunglasses and a black beanie.

When I looked back at my phone, my tracking device started to move, and the whole screen was red. I looked at the house just in time to see the three men walk out. Marcel was the last one, so he locked the door. The one in front of him was a bit shorter than him, but not much. He was pale and had light brown hair. He also wore glasses. He was like Marcel though, he had muscles, but he didn't look very intimidating. However, the one in front of both of them was the one that scared me. He was so tall, and his muscles were huge! His skin was not as pale as the other guy, but he was still pretty pale. He had darker hair than other guy's too, but it was still a light brown color.

They were laughing about something as they got into a red truck parked in front of the house. The other two vehicles were in the garage.

I waited until they got down the street and turned to come out of my hiding place. I turned off the cameras and saw the one on the back porch drop down. I looked around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching me. The coast was clear, so I ran to the house before anyone saw. I took one of the keys from my dad's old collection and put a Lego tire piece at the very end. I put it in and took out my screw driver. I smacked the end of it and twisted it quickly to open the door.

The safe was in the basement, so I quickly ran to the door and opened it. Stairs lead to the dark room and I jumped over them, so I wouldn't waste time. I took off my sunglasses and grabbed the flashlight out of my jean pocket and looked around the room. The flashlight and my eyes both stopped on a display case. I raised an eyebrow as I walked closer to it.

There were three and they were side by side. They all contained outfits, and they looked really familiar. The one on the left had black pants, a nice, white long sleeved shirt with a tie around the collar, and some sort of monkey mask. The one in the middle had the same shirt and pants, but instead of a monkey mask, it was a pig mask. The last one didn't even have a mask, but it was the only one that had a full tuxedo.

"What the..." I began to question under my breath.

I was more concerned about why they looked familiar than the fact that they even had them. I shook my head and suddenly remembered why I was here.

I looked around the room again, and saw the safe on the far side. I ran at the safe and looked panel next to it. It had a slim slot above two small lights. Great, now I have to find a key card. I rolled my eyes and ran back up stairs.

I began in the kitchen. I looked through all of the drawers(and by look, I mean I took the drawers out and dumped them on the floor),under the table, on top of the fridge, and in the cabinets. I didn't find it, so I went to the living room.

I looked in between the couch cushions(I threw the cushions off the couch), under the coffee table, and in the chandelier(because I knocked it down when I was looking through the cushions).

I threw my arms in the arm "Where the fu-" I saw a crack in the wall. I walked towards it with very little hope. I looked into the crack and a white slit was crammed inside. I smiled, grabbed the key card and ran back down the stairs.

I used the key card and opened the safe. Stacks upon stacks of money stood before me. I ran in and helped myself. They had a lot more than what the computer said. I probably got nine million dollars and I would've gotten more, but my bag got full. I zipped up the bag and ran out of the safe.

I closed the safe, threw the key card to the side and ran to the bottom of the stairs. I glanced at the display one more time to see if I remembered, but no luck. I shrugged it off and ran up the stairs, dodged the mess I made and ran out of the house.

I got to the alley and took off my beanie and bandana and stuffed it into the side pocket with my gun. I walked casually down the ally and stopped when I got to the sidewalk. I took out my phone. It looked like they were at the movies. I smiled, imagining their faces when they get home.

I put my phone up and started walking to my house. Los Santos was beautiful during the evening time. Plus, having over nine million dollars makes it ten times better.

About a year later, I decided to visit my sister for the weekend.

I waved bye to my sister as she drove away. I turned back to my door and opened it. I took one step inside and my jaw dropped to the floor. Everything was either on the floor, ripped up, or broken.

I shouted out phrases like, "What the fuck?" and "Who the hell did this?" as I walked into my house.

"I guess we're even now." A male voice said behind me.

I turned around and someone closed the door. Marcel stood there, staring at me with hatred.

"Did you really think we weren't going to find you?" Someone else said.

I turned to the living room, and the guy with the glasses stood there, loading a pistol.

My first thought was that they were going try and kill me, so I started looking around the room. They tore up everything, but my pictures. Thank God.

I started backing up to the wall with the most pictures. They started closing in on me and Marcel pulled out his own pistol. I continued to back up until I hit the corner.

"Boys," A new voice said, "back off of her."

They reluctantly stepped away from me, but they never put their guns down. As they continued to move away, the really tall and muscular guy walked closer to me. He didn't have a gun, but he was still intimidating.

He stopped when he got three feet away from me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out my nine millimeter, "Where you looking for this?"

My eyes widened and I looked at the picture of my nephew. Right behind it was a little cubby hole for the gun.

"It was a smart idea," He continued, "it even took me a while to see it, but not everyone has a wall of pictures for no reason."

"What do you want?" I said firmly, but with caution.

He laughed, "How long did you think we weren't going to see the tracking device?"

"Depends. When did you notice it?" I asked.

"When we can home and our house was was a mess." He said, "We checked ourselves, and we found this." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out my tracking device.

"Okay," I said, "if you found it the night that I robbed you, then why are you just now finding me?"

He got a little closer and Marcel and the other guy appeared by him side. He looked at the tracking device, then at me, "You made this, right?"

I gulped, "Yeah?"

He looked at the two men beside him and they nodded. He looked back at me, "Smart." Then they pulled out their pistols. "Go ahead."

"Wait!" I yelled a ducked so the bullets wouldn't hit me.

I moved a picture of myself, near the bottom of the wall, and pulled out my pistol. They stopped and I stood up, and aimed it at the tall guy.

"What?" He asked annoyed, but impressed.

"Yes, I stole from you and I trashed your house, but why are you trying to kill me instead of calling the cops on me?" I asked, not moving the gun.

He raised an eyebrow at me. The other two looked turned their heads to look at him, but they didn't move their bodies. He glanced at them, but only for a second, "Did you not see it?"

"See what?" I asked.

"The thing in the basement." The guy with the glasses said.

"The display case?" I asked dumbly.

My memory just sudden hit me in the face along with the obvious. I just realized they were wearing the outfits, just not the masks. Then I realized they stole all that money and that's why it wasn't in the bank. After that I realized who they were: Fucking fugitives!

Marcel was known as Basically, the tall one was known as Wildcat, and the one in the tux was known as Mini.

I think they noticed that I just realized because they got back to where they were.

"How'd you find me?"

"It took us forever, but we hacked onto a government website and looked up the finger print you left on the key card." Marcel said.

I mentally facepalmed myself for just now realizing that I forgot to wear gloves.

"It took you over a year to hack into a government website?" I asked.

They growled and aimed straight for my head.

"Hold your fire." Wildcat said.

"Wait-What? Why?" Mini asked.

He ignored him and just stared me down, "You can hack into government websites?"

"Of course." I said, "I can hacked into the government's security too; It's child's play."

Basically hesitantly put his pistol down. Mini never moved, but he didn't shoot. Wildcat got in front of them and they started whispering. I didn't hear a word. After about a minute or two, he turned around, and Mini and Basically put their guns away.

"Do you want to join us?" He asked.

It took me a while to answer, but knew if I said no they would've killed me, but at the same time, I didn't want to say yes. "What's in it for me?" I asked as put my pistol down.

They all smirked, "Anything you want."

I took the offer. Clearly we needed each others help; I was was good at hacking and creating my own devices, and they were good at getting away with everything. We're just what we needed.