Summary: Everyone needs help sometimes...even parents and older siblings.
Bridgit Mendler as Sonny
Connor Paolo as Donovan Devereaux
Jamie Chung as Camille Borden
SONNY
"Why can't I use the gun this time?"
Sonny knew that they couldn't trust Nathan Ford.
For years, he had hunted them down, trying to recover the priceless merchandise and artifacts Sonny and her sister stole whenever said objects were insured by the company he worked for. Sure, Sonny couldn't blame him for doing his job, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
Then, one day out of the blue while the sisters were in Europe trying to steal some diamond that neither of them could remember the name of, a man had contacted them on Sonny's burner phone. That had been her first tip off that things might be taking a turn for the worse because no one had the number to her phone other than Parker.
Either way, this man- who introduced himself as Victor Dubenich, offered Parker and Sonny fifty grand each to steal back some blueprints or whatever that had been taken by his rival company.
Simply enough, Sonny had thought until Dubenich had informed them that they would be working with three other people and Nathan Ford- a man who had tried to incarcerate both Sonny and Parker- would be helping them. That had been a bit harder to adjust to, but they made it work.
They did what they had to; they went in, got the blueprints and then they were out. Easy.
So why- two days after delivering the merchandise- hadn't the money shown up in their accounts?
The first thing Parker had done was call Nate, but he hadn't answered, so Dubenich was next. He had assured them that they would get their money, but that he didn't want it to the traced. After giving them the address to an old aircraft facility, he told them that their money would be there and waiting in less than six hours.
But, of course, Sonny trusted no one...except Parker. There was no way she was going in there unprotected.
After making sure the safety was on, Sonny slipped the gun into the back of her black leather pants and gave her sister a look.
"The last time I let you handle the gun, I ended up with a bullet in my thigh." Parker rolled her eyes and Sonny pulled down her shirt to make sure the gun was hidden underneath.
"You were fine!" Parker reminded. "I missed your artery- you didn't die, did you?"
"That's not the point, Parker!" Sonny exclaimed before stopping and taking a breath. "Just- let's go."
The ride to the address took only seven minutes, but that was because Sonny allowed Parker to do her maniac driving.
When they arrived at the warehouse, Parker left Sonny in the car to take a look around before coming back and informing her that there were two other cars and a van parked on different sides of the building.
"That toad probably told Nate and the others to show up here, too." Sonny guessed as she and Parker started towards the warehouse. Once inside, they could already hear the sounds of arguing and it wasn't long before they located four other people standing in the middle of the warehouse.
They didn't seem to notice the two girls as they approached, but they definitely noticed when Sonny took the safety off and pointed it at them.
"My money's not in my account." Parker informed them as she continued forward. Sonny said nothing, preferring to stay quiet. Parker went around the group, stopping and placing herself between Hardison and Eliot. Sonny went with her, but kept her gun pointed. "That makes me cry inside in my special, angry place."
That seemed to creep Hardison and Eliot out and Nate seemed to be more focused on Sonny's gun. The only one who didn't show much emotion was the only other teenager who stood between Hardison and Nate. Sonny hadn't interacted with her much during the theft, but she was still able to recognize her as Camille, Hardison's sister. Sonny could tell that the two weren't related due to the fact that Hardison had dark brown skin and Camille was a tan Asian girl. Sure, they could've had one parent in relation, but Sonny tended to do her homework on the people she worked with.
"Hi, Camille." She gave a short, weak wave back.
"Sonny," The blonde turned her eyes back to Nate who was slowly reaching for her gun. Instead she slipped it into the back of her jeans, unwilling to hand over her weapon. Nate was satisfied enough.
"Now," Nate began after all weapons were out of sight. "Did you come here to get paid?" Hardison scoffed.
"Hell no. Transfer of funds man. Global economy."
"It's supposed to be a walk away." Eliot added in. "I'm never supposed to see you again."
"Then the only reason you guys are here is because you didn't get paid..." Everyone stared at the ex-insurance investigator as he began to laugh. "And you're pissed off." Nate continued laughing and Sonny shared a worried glance with her sister. Out of the corner of her eye, Sonny could see Camille doing the same with Hardison. "As a matter of fact," Nate continued. "The only way to get us all in the same place at the same time is to tell us that we're not. Getting. Paid."
Everyone seemed to realize what Nate was saying at the same time. No words or glances were exchanged before everyone began running with Nate leading. Parker and Sonny, of course, spent most of their lives running so they were at the front of the group.
"Alec!" Sonny looked back to see that Hardison had tripped on the stairs they had just run up. Camille started to go towards him, but Sonny grabbed her arm to force her to keep running. "Wait! Alec-"
"I got him!" Eliot growled as he grabbed Hardison by the collar of his jacket and pulled him up.
"Everyone, hustle!" Nate ordered just as Parker slipped under the automatic garage door that Nate was opening. Sonny and Camille were next with Eliot and Hardison right behind them. They had barely just gotten out when they heard the loud explosion from within the building.
"My head is killing me." Camille complained as she rubbed her forehead.
Luckily, when that building exploded everyone had made it out safely. Unluckily, they had all been knocked out when the blast sent them to the ground and by the time they began waking up, the cops had shown up and they were all carted off to the hospital where they were each handcuffed to a hospital bed.
Nate and Eliot had been put in one room, Camille and Sonny had been put in another while Hardison and Parker got the room in between. Thankfully, each room had grates that let them hear into other rooms. Sonny and Camille could just barely hear the words spoken from Nate and Eliot's room and vice versa, but they made do.
"Here." Camille barely managed to catch the small object that had been thrown at her before it hit her in the forehead. Turning it around in her hands, Camille saw that it was a bottle of Vicodin.
"I grabbed it off the doctor while he was checking you for a concussion." Sonny explained at Camille's confused look. "I noticed he winced almost every time he moved his right shoulder, so I figured he got injured- most likely a fractured shoulder- and I naturally assumed that he had something for the pain."
"That's some sort of Sherlock Holmes crap." Sonny heard Hardison comment from the room over and she rolled her eyes.
"It's my job to notice the things that Parker doesn't." She replied. "And speaking of things that Parker doesn't notice, how the hell are we getting out of here?"
Someone must've said something from Nate and Eliot's room, but neither Sonny or Camille could hear.
"Don't you dare." They heard Parker reply. "You kill anyone you screw up me and Sonny's getaway."
"Hold up." That was Hardison. "I'm still handcuffed here. I can't even go to the bathroom. I gotta go."
"Parker!" Nate was loud enough that time for the two girls to heard. "Get me a phone. What we're going to do is, we're going to get out of here together. Look guys, here's your problem-" He continued. "You all know what you can do, I know what all you can do, so that gives me the edge, gives me the plan."
"I don't know these people." Sonny objected, shrugging at Camille's offended look. "No offense."
"And I don't trust them." Parker added.
"Do you trust me?" Nate asked.
"Not really." Sonny answered immediately, but she could tell that she had been ignored.
"Parker, phone." Nate repeated.
Luckily, whatever plan Nate and the others had concocted without the input of Camille or Sonny managed to worked. It was only a few minutes later that the two were put in the back of a car by Parker while wearing handcuffs and Hardison put Nate and Eliot in a different car before driving off.
"Where the hell are we?" Sonny questioned as she followed the others towards an apartment building, but no one answered. She was really beginning to get tired of other people ignoring her. The fact that it was most likely because of her age, ticked her off even more.
Everyone followed Camille and Hardison into an elevator which took them to the top floor of the building, exiting right into a very open, very bare penthouse that seemed to be covered in white and gray. It was nice, but way too modern for Sonny's liking. She always preferred a homey feel.
"Six first class tickets to anywhere but here, coming up." Hardison said before going over to the computer equipment her had set up in the living room.
"Whose place is this?" Parker asked as she took in the high ceilings and expensive artwork on the walls.
"Ours." Camille answered as she followed Hardison to the computers and sat in the seat next to his. Sonny figured that they were accustomed to working together a lot because they- much like she and Parker- seemed to be aware of each other without it affecting what they were doing.
"I'm gonna beat Dubenich so bad that even the people who look like him are gonna bleed." Eliot growled, but Sonny wasn't interested in their bickering so she just went to the large floor to ceiling window of the living room and looked out. She was still listening and hearing what they said, she just wasn't taking part...Until Hardison and Camille produced the plane tickets.
"I bought tickets to London, Rome, Paris and Sao Paulo." He said handing them out, giving the tickets for Sao Paulo to Sonny and Parker. He must've known that Parker was wanted in Paris. "They all matching the IDs that you gave me."
"You're running." Nate stated from where he gazed at Hardison's computer screens.
"Do you not remember the part where Dubenich tried to blow us up?" Camille asked raising an eyebrow. "Or did you hit your head a little too hard?
"You're running." Nate repeated, but he seemed to be talking more to himself than them. "Now that was a high-risk play. You got your balls tied to the stock price like a cinder block, shareholder meeting coming up. We can't let this guy have any time to cool down."
"You want to run a game on this guy?" Eliot asked incredulously. "You?"
"Yeah. I mean, how do you think I got most of my stolen merchandise back?" He asked turning around to face them. Sonny opened her mouth to, most likely, say something smart, but Nate beat her. "I mean, this guy he's greedy, he thinks he's smart, he's the best kind of mark.
"He does think he got rid of us." Parker added in.
"Element of surprise." Sonny nodded, but she didn't bother adding in that they didn't have anyway to get near Dubenich. She probably would've just been ignored.
"What's in it for me?" Eliot asked, crossing his arms.
Nate was ready. "Payback, and if it goes right a lot of money."
"What's in it for me?" Parker asked herself.
"A lot of money," Nate smile. "And if it goes right, payback."
"What about me?" Sonny asked. She would not be ignored now, and if she was somebody would lose a finger.
"The knowledge that no one'll be coming after you or Parker and a lot of money." Sonny shrugged. She was in. "Hardison? Camille?"
"I was just gonna send a thousand porno magazines to his office," Hardison informed them. "But, hell yeah man, let's kick him up."
"Wait-" Sonny requested and all eyes went to her. "What's in it for you? I mean, you don't want revenge and you could care less about money." She realized. "So...what's in it for you?"
Realizing that it was a good question, every turned her eyes to Nate who went silent and somber. He definitely had a reason, Sonny could tell. And she had a feeling that it was a lot better than any of theirs.
"He used my son." Nate said after, what seemed like, forever. "All right. Let's go get Sophie." Nate walked past all the criminals, most following, but it seemed that Eliot was the only one with the right question in mind.
"What the hell's a Sophie?"