(A/N: This story is loosely based on the Colombian/Chilean soap opera called Complices. I haven't been able to see it myself since it hasn't been released in the U. S. , but I've read the plot and it's very interesting. )
"Alright, so do we have everything in place, Bella?" Elizabeta was tying her thick brown hair in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. Her boots left an echo through the corridors, the already-empty hallway seeming even more so.
"Of course! Wouldn't want to mess anything up now, now would we?" The blonde girl gave her friend a grin, somewhat running to keep up with Elizabeta's large steps.
"Great! So we'll meet that German at the airport, and then everything will be set in motion." Elizabeta rubbed her hands together in excitement, adrenaline singing in her veins. Once she and her blonde friend stepped outside, the air was able to dry the sweat on her brow.
Both girls stepped inside a silver car, Elizabeta in the driver's seat. With the cool air spilling on her as she pulled away from the curb, she was able to think more clearly and calm down her body.
"Don't get too excited, Liz. We've worked too hard for you to mess it up from feeling all nervous," Bella chastised, her small brows furrowing. Bella wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible. Even if her friend had come up with the plan, it was too late to back out now.
"I get it, I get it. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine." Elizabeta snuck a grin at her friend. Of course everything would go smoothly; she came up with the plan of course! And when everything went the way they wanted it to, they'd both cash in big and retire super early into a life of luxury.
"Can't believe he bought that story, though! What a damn idiot." Bella gave a huff of incredulity. It was still a surprise that their scheme even got this far! They had to hope on luck and intricate lies until the very end.
As the backdrop of the ocean faded into the gray of the airport, Elizabeta maneuvered the vehicle into the third floor parking lot. Bella and Elizabeta stepped out with a sort of assurance; the air around them was of complete confidence. The bustling of the people in the airport didn't distract them in the slightest. It even seemed as if the people would part to make room for the two women with grace.
Inside the terminal, they walked to the arrivals for Germany; the person they were expecting should be shuffling off with the rest of the passengers right then. Elizabeta glanced at her watch- 8:45, on the dot.
One of the passengers was looking around nervously, glancing down every now and then at a booklet in front of him. His hair shone a distinct silver, clearly a difference from the other passengers.
Bingo.
Elizabeta nudged Bella, her eyes flicking towards the silver-haired man. That's the guy, her prod and look implied. The blonde gave her a nod and they both strode over to where he stood.
The man glanced up at the women in front of him and folded the booklet between his fingers. "Are you both Lissa and Bel Jones?" His English was as immaculate as it could get.
"Yep, that's us!" Bella held out her hand for him to shake, and he took it wholeheartedly.
"Welcome to the states, cousin." Elizabeta gave him a grin as she shook his hand as well.
May the games begin!
Plans? Cousin? Now this doesn't make very much sense, now does it? It'd probably be helpful to understand what's going on if we rewind it a bit. Then maybe the scheme of Elizabeta and Bella will become clearer. . .