Ocean's 12
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Ocean's 11 or 12. All the characters (except Sam) belong to Warner Bros.
Rusty Ryan was standing in the parking lot of one of his failing hotels holding his phone. The phone Terry Benedict had just phoned him on. Benedict had found him, phone number and everything. He was standing there, trying to fathom what had just happened, when his phone rang. He answered it.
"Hey Rus-." It was Danny. Danny was his best friend in the world. They had pulled off many jobs together, the most recent being the Benedict Job. Since then, they hadn't seen much of each other, but Danny had just gotten married to Tess again and Rusty had been tied up with his hotel business, no one could be blamed.
"He find you too?" Rusty asked, before Danny could say anymore.
"How-?"
"I dunno, but he blew up my car," Rus replied cutting Danny off again.
"You needed a new one anyway."
"Well, now I can't afford a new one."
"I guess we have no choice, but to give it back."
"With interest," Rusty added.
"Oh, right. Well, round everyone up," said Danny
"Yeah, about that. There might be a slight problem," replied Rusty.
"With who?"
"Saul."
"Ulcers?"
"Heart condition."
"You could ask him," Danny said unsurely.
"Not this time, Danny. He's in the hospital."
"Okay, I know he's not easy to replace, but you have to find someone new."
"I can do that. I know a guy who might be able to help us out," Rusty said confidently.
"Good, you have three days," Danny said, and hung-up.
"Danny-." Rusty stared dumbfounded at his phone. He had three days to find someone to fill Saul's shoes. This was not going to be easy. "Alright, I can do this," he said as he cracked his neck and shook out his arms. He looked over at the remains of his car. "Right, I'm walking."