#there is not enough dogs in og 911

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

my favourite thing to happen in lone star so far is them calling bullshit on how chimney managed to get back to work so quick after the whole rebar thing

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Morning! (For me) FRD back again! Seven though she isn't my favorite character, (TK and Carlos share that) Grace is def top 5 (pulling in second since the other two doofuses tie) Something, I hope they touch on with her is the struggles that can come with our job. We know Judd suffers from PTSD, but we also have a high rate of PTSD and burnout from the job. Now I don't live in a bigger city like Austin. Too put it into perspective, we don't really have paid firefighters. They are all (1/?)

volunteers. Technically one fire department gets paid, but they are still volunteers who have jobs before the station so no one stays there 24/7. But we are roughly an hour from Atlanta, GA and we have a lake that is fed from a major river in our area. During the summer months we have our fair share of boating calls. Just a few years ago there was a bad one where a person was killed and a young girl lost her leg. Now I didn't work that, but a coworker did and I know they, for months had (2/?)

trouble sleeping. (He's doing better now) my very first call as a baby dispatcher was my grandmother, she was fine, and she called so often I even joked with my coworkers at the time that she would probably be my first caller. We also only have two people on at a time. We also just got the CAD system last year. (I've been there just shy 10 years). Since I've been there I have had my fair share of calls. I have (so far) just two that will stay with me, but having been there so long (3/?)

I've learned to let things go, but I still do feel that fatigue and burnout. I started out weekends and the occasional weekday shift, then I moved to a 3p-11p shift, and now I work 11p-7a. I feel the fatigue a lot less, for a while I hated my job, but when I moved down to a calmer over all shift, it reset things for me personally. I love knowing I'm helping people. Though, I think the scariest thing for me has been (4/5?)

just a few weeks ago, we had severe storms roll through, and thankfully I work for a director who understand that our fur family mean just as much as our actual fam. But I have no kids or spouse, but I have my dog, so if it looks like severe weather is coming, I can bring him up there because the building can survive high winds. Anyway, the most sever was supposed to miss us, but my partner and I were minding our own business, no calls, and all of a sudden the siren starts going off (5/6)

she and I look at each other, flip the tv to the local weather station, just to find out there is a tornado heading to MY community, where my dog is alone and probably scared. When I tell you my stomach dropped, it fell to the floor. Luckily, the rotation dissipated quickly and nothing happened, but for me, knowing that I couldn't protect my own. Gut wrenching. But yeah, that got WAY off topic. So yeah I hope we see more from Lonestar and the OG we see the struggle for us dispatchers. (7/8)

Also last one I swear, can I just say after the second to last episode of the OG 911, I literally told everyone in my life that I was so thankful to work at a small agency that we know literally all the officer (not so much for the Sheriff's office atm cause the quarantine and them getting new guys) but yeah. We know everyone and I have called an officer on duty for sketchy people coming up to dispatch. There I'm done. This went on long enough! Haha

HELLO! Glad to hear from you again! I got busy with work stuff, so I’m only getting to answer this now. Good afternoon to you, though!

I do really love Grace, even though she isn’t my fave (and we haven’t seen a whole lot of her, so I think I’ll definitely love her even more as the show progresses and we get to see more of her in action and the emotional impact of her job on her, which we got a glimpse of in the last episode especially). It would be nice to see that PTSD/ Burnout element. Grace has been dealing with a lot.

Like she had to be on the call when Judd nearly died and the rest of the firehouse did die, which alone is so traumatizing and with all of Judd’s issues, she’s had to push a lot of hers back I think and kind of focus on helping other people, and that’s something dispatchers have to do regularly where they have to stay calm and try to figure out how to help people when they don’t have all the facts and still have to process really scary and hard to handle information. I think a lot of people don’t realize how hard that would be and how important it is! You take them for granted as just the voice on the other end and not the human dealing with such hard circumstances and having to often figure out what is going on (because panicked people aren’t always able to make the most sense!).

I think no matter where you are, there are undoubtedly haunting calls that I imagine just stick with you are so hard to handle. Where I live, we also don’t have a paid fire department, but even just looking in the news, plenty of horrific things still happen to people and lots of those were surely handled by people like you! Even of you just get a couple calls that really stay with you, that’s still hard to deal with I bet. It’s definitely not a career I could handle.

I’m glad that you were able to move to a shift that seems to be better for you and that your boss values fur family because I think that seems to be helpful and helps you keep up your morale when you go to work and deal with the issues people call you with. And yeah, that moment where you felt like you couldn’t protect your own would probably really resonate with Grace in that tragic moment where she lost so much while she was also trying to do her job and help people. Rarely do we get to see how important dispatchers are, so it’s great that 911 and Lone Star show that so well!

It would be helpful to work in a smaller department and be able to know people I think. Makes it easier for you to do your job in some ways. Though, I can imagine there are some drawbacks too.

[transbuck]

The Fallout (2/?)

Summary: The Fake AH Crew are at the height of their career, lead by notorious crime boss Geoff Ramsey of the legendary Roosters, and they’re about to pull off the heist of the century, the Strauss Museum heist. Everything is going exactly as planned until an explosion goes off too soon, just in time to kill Geoff. The Fakes are thrown, and the joy of the heist is cut short. The Fakes retreat to a safe house in the hills to deal with the fallout of the Kingpin’s death. But can the Fakes keep it together without their leader?

AO3

The sun was sinking below the horizon as three cars raced toward the Strauss museum, a motorcycle following behind. The cars split, two sliding into a parking lot rear the Strauss museum with the motorcycle, the other jamming itself into the alley beside the Maze Bank across the street. Ryan slid off the bike, meeting up with Jeremy, Michael, and Gavin. They all wore tuxes, hair combed neat, or as neat as they could make it in Michael’s case, with bow ties hiding mics. Gavin grabbed a backpack from Michael’s car and they snuck around the back of the museum, Gavin bouncing in excitement, holding a grappling hook.

���Team Lads plus Vagabond is in position.” Jeremy said, nodding at Gavin, who fired the grappling hook at the roof. He swung from it to make sure it held.

“Okay, Team OG in position. Scaling the bank now.” Geoff’s voice came over the comms, and they began to climb. Jeremy and Ryan split off, slipping through a small window on the second floor into a bathroom, as Michael and Gavin continued to the roof. They set up by the vent, Michael watching over Gavin’s shoulder as he pulled his laptop out and finished the hack into the security system.

“First system hacked.” He pulled another laptop out of the backpack and started another hack.

“You have to have different laptops for this?” Michael asked. Gavin nodded in reply. “Why?”

“Michael, I gotta focus Michael.” Michael rolled his eyes and turned so his back was leaning against Gavin’s. Michael watched as the sun finally disappeared below the distant horizon, glinting off a few buildings as it slipped into the sea. The city lit up as lights flicked on in buildings and streetlights flickered on. Michael smiled slightly as he looked over their city.

“Gavin my boi. We own this town.” Gavin typed out a few last commands before closing the laptop and turning around, hugging Michael.

“Sure do, boi.” He grabbed his backpack and slid the laptops away, keeping his phone out, where the security feeds were broadcast to. “Both systems hacked. Team Nice Dynamite ready to enter.”

“Battle Buddies are ready to enter as well. Please. This bathroom smells terrible.”

“Alright, Team OG is in position. Go ahead.” Michael and Gavin slid down into the air vent, Gavin leading them from the blueprints on his phone until they reached a broom closet. Gavin jumped down out of the air vent and froze until Michael jumped on top of him.

“Hey idiot, why didn’t you move!” Michael smacked Gavin lightly before looking up, directly into the face of a startled security guard, who started reaching for a red button. Michael snapped to, grabbing the guard’s arm, twisting it up behind his back. Michael kneed him, just below his twisted arm, slamming him into the wall. He grabbed the guard’s head and slammed it into the wall before letting him slump to the floor, unconscious. “What the fuck?” Michael turned to Gavin.

“The blueprints said this was a broom closet Michael! I don’t know!” Gavin held his hands up in defense. Michael shook his head.

“Whatever doesn’t matter now. Let’s get out of here.” Michael grabbed Gavin’s hand and led him out into the hallway. “Battle Buddies, you guys make it to the gala?”

“Uh, not yet. We’re lost. Vagabond here doesn’t know how to read a blueprint.”

“Yes, I do, I followed it. The blueprint is wrong! Why don’t you try to read it? Oh wait, Rimmy couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag!”

“I was drunk! And it wasn’t a paper bag, it was a giant plastic tarp you wrapped me in!”

“Guys. The blueprint’s wrong, Gavin fucked up.” Michael dragged Gavin behind him, trying to find the stairwell.

“Michael!” Gavin squawked at him.

“Shut up, this is your fault. Should’ve checked your sources.”

“We found the stairwell. Meet you downstairs in a bit.”

-

The Battle Buddies slipped seamlessly into the party, Ryan sliding his arm over Jeremy’s shoulders, handing him a glass of champagne.

“Let’s find these paintings. If Gavin’s intel about the layout of this museum was wrong, the paintings are probably somewhere else as well.” Jeremy nodded, leaning into Ryan’s side.

“They’re supposed to be in the next room, because this is the one with the window facing Maze.” Jeremy slid his arm around Ryan’s waist, and they strolled casually through the crowd, all smiles and warm greetings to anyone who talked to them. Once in the next room, they both breathed a small sigh of relief to see the three paintings hanging exactly where they were supposed to. A small crowd milled around them, gazing in awe.

The paintings were recently recovered, as they had originally gone missing during World War II during Nazi raids. They had fortunately escaped destruction, only because the Nazis managed to misplace them. Or so the story goes. The history of the three paintings is mysterious and clouded in controversy, and some claim that they carry a curse. Utter nonsense of course, but the controversy and rarity of the art drove the value through the roof, meaning they were now worth about three hundred million dollars each.

Jeremy stood in awe, eyes full of stars, in front of the paintings. Ryan looked down at him, smiling. “Maybe we don’t sell all of them. Maybe we keep one.”

Jeremy snapped his head to look at Ryan. “We can’t. They’re worth more as a set.” Ryan could see the sadness in his eyes. Jeremy wanted them.

“Ehhh, whatever. We pull off the heist, we get the fame, who needs that much money anyway.” Ryan waved his hand.

“No, we gotta sell them all. I can’t screw the team like that.” Jeremy looked back at the paintings. “Besides, they’re cursed.” Jeremy wiggled his fingers at Ryan, laughing. Ryan grinned and led Jeremy away, keeping him close.

“Let’s go find the back room.” Ryan whispered to Jeremy, who nodded, and they slipped out of the room, just as Gavin and Michael finally made it down the stairs. They strolled into the crowd, Gavin easily plastering on a smile, schmoozing his way through the crowd, laughing and blending effortlessly. Michael shuffled along behind him dutifully, doing his best to look somewhat friendly.

“Team Nice Dynamite in place.”

“Battle Buddies in place.”

“Alpha One in place.”

“Alpha Two ready. Blow it.”

The twelfth floor of the Maze Bank exploded, fire blazing out of the windows.

“Oh my god! The bank’s exploded!” Gavin pointed out the window, his voice spurring the crowd to run to the wall-sized window facing the bank. The guards followed suit, abandoning posts as they rushed to the window, already calling 911. Michael hovered around the back, ready to turn any stragglers to the window. Gavin was at the front, doing what he did best – freaking out. Michael glanced over his shoulder to see the Battle Buddies carrying three boxes out of the stairs and into the adjacent room.

The Battle Buddies placed the boxes on the ground, moving swiftly to swap the false paintings from the boxes with the real ones on the wall. Jeremy stepped back to admire his handiwork as Ryan secured the paintings in the boxes. The paintings were similar enough that it would take time to arouse suspicion, but upon closer inspection would reveal differences pointing to the Fake AH Crew, including Rimmy Tim’s signature in the corner. Ryan placed his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder, smiling at him.

Gavin glanced back at Michael, giving him a wide smile. Michael grinned back, watching the flames lick at the bank as sirens roared in the distance.

“I’ve lost Geoff.” Gavin’s smiled dropped instantly, as did Michaels. “His comm went dark when the bomb went off.” Michael whirled around to see the Battle Buddies, frozen halfway out the door, eyes wide. He waved at them, mouthing GO, GO. They snapped to, hurrying down the stairs. Michael turned back to Gavin, who was staring at the fire, his fear real now.

“I’m on the way. Gavin, go with Ryan to the airport.” Michael sprinted out the door, leaving Gavin behind. He sprinted across the street, behind the building next to the bank to avoid the prying eyes across the street. He turned and ran into the bank, running up the stairs, fighting through the smoke. “Jack, where are you?” Code names had gone out the window.

“I’m running down the stairs. Elevator’s shut down because of the fire.” Michael rounded the final flight of stairs, stopping short of the door to the twelfth floor. He could hear Jack a few floors above him. He pulled his undershirt over his mouth, taking a deep breath, before kicking the door in. There was nothing but flame in front of him. If Geoff was in there…

Jack ran up beside him, stopping just shy of running directly into the fire. He held a fire extinguisher. Before Michael could stop him, Jack ran in, spraying the fire extinguisher at the growing flames. Michael stared helplessly through the door, the flames slightly less. A few seconds later, Jack burst out of the flames, dragging a charred body, silver army ID tags around its neck. Michael’s heart fell. Jack dropped the body in front of Michael, who bent down and examined the dog tags.

RAMSEY

GEOFF L.

735-16-7238

O NEG

NO PREFERENCE

Michael sat down, face blank. He shook his head when Jack looked at him. Jack carefully lifted the ID tags off Geoff’s body before holding his hand out to Michael.

“Come on. The police will be here soon.” Michael took his hand, letting Jack pull him to his feet, and he followed him out of the bank.

-

“Gavin, let go of me and go with Ryan!” Jeremy shook Gavin off, who was clinging to his arm.

“But Jeremy, we can’t go! We have to find out if Geoff is okay!” Ryan took Gavin’s hand, pulling Gavin to him.

“He’ll be the same amount of okay if we’re here or at the airport. We, however, will be less okay if we stay here.” Gavin hung his head and followed Ryan to his bike, climbing on behind him.

“I’ll see you guys at the safe house. I’m turning off my comms to meet with the buyer.” Jeremy placed the boxes in the trunk of his car, waving to the other two as they sped off into the night. He slammed the trunk closed and slid into the driver’s seat of his car, leaning his head against the bright orange steering wheel, tears blurring his vision. He clenched his fists, biting his lip, holding back a scream. He tasted blood. He furiously wiped his eyes, starting the car. The radio blared at him and Jeremy punched it. The drive into the mountains was silent, save for the faint sirens Jeremy left behind.

He parked the car next to the black sports car on the mountain side. The cliff was dangerously close. Jeremy eyed it. He slid his sunglasses down, masking his red eyes. He stalked over to the other car, banging on the window. A tall man slipped out. Jeremy scoffed at his suit, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You got the paintings?” Jeremy nodded, leading the man to his trunk. The man opened the trunk, nodded at them, turned around and pushed a gun into Jeremy’s chest. “Thanks kid.”

Jeremy’s eyes flashed behind his glasses, grabbing the man’s wrist and spinning around, the gun balanced over his shoulder, facing the cliff. Jeremy flipped the man over, slamming him onto his back, before kicking him. The man tried to get up, turn his gun on Jeremy, but found his face broken, bruised, and bloody as Jeremy slammed his fist down. Jeremy grabbed him, dragging him over to the cliff. He threw the man down, his head hanging over the precipice. Jeremy pressed his knee into his chest, leaning down so his face was inches from the other man’s.

“You picked a bad day to kill me.” Jeremy pulled his gun from his waistband, holding it to the man’s forehead, his face stone. “Where’s the money?” The man’s eyes were wide as he struggled against Jeremy’s weight.

“There’s some in the trunk. It’s locked.” Jeremy dug his knee in deeper.

“The key.” The man pulled a key ring out of his pocket and threw it on the ground away from them. Jeremy grinned.

“Thanks.” He pulled the man halfway off the ground. “Not enough to save you though.” Jeremy said before shoving him over the edge of the cliff. He stood up, grabbing the keys and striding over to the sports car, unlocking the trunk. He opened the briefcase, glancing over the money. It didn’t look like quite enough, but it didn’t matter now. He had the paintings and the money. He flicked his comm on.

“Any news guys?” His voice wavered.

“He’s dead. Jeremy, he-“ Jeremy flipped his comm back off. He tossed the briefcase in his passenger seat. He sat on the hood of his car, facing the cliff, looking over the city. He ripped his comm out of his ear, throwing it over the edge. He didn’t move until sunrise.

As the sun rose, he slipped back into his car, driving back down the mountain. He drove through Los Santos, glancing briefly at the ruined floor of the Maze Bank. He kept driving, straight out of Los Santos, away from the safe house. Away from all he’d known for the last five years.