Nine Billion Dollar Heist

*Co-Authored with the amazing and stupendous Lives in Dreams and TRDancer*

"Six friends, one summer, and a heist to rock the century. It all started as a challenge, and then it morphed into a game among friends. A game that would quickly change."

Things were never 'just a game' to them. It was a way of life. It was about friendship with more than just the bare hint of mischief scattered in the mix. It was about the money and the loyalty, and it was about the consequences—both good and bad—that resulted from it.

It was about the 'Six Crew', the group of friends that had long rocked the foundations of wealthy Forks, Washington and its students. It was about not leaving all that they had had with each other behind. It would soon become something even greater than that.

AN:: This in a very OOC fan fiction. The EPOV/BPOV will be written by (me) R.M.J. Lennixx, JPOV/APOV by Lives in Dreams, and EmPOV/RPOV by TRDancer. These two people are AMAZING, and so you should give them mad props. They are MEGA awesome on a stick :D

Prologue: How It Starts

RPOV

I glanced away from the cards idly, looking over at Edward. I could practically see his brain working—counting the cards. The count had been at +16 when I'd left the table to become the "Pretty Girl" for Emmett. Who knew what the count was now? Oh yeah, Edward, and maybe Alice.

My task as Pretty Girl was easy. Distract potential threats. Keep them distracted, and not counting, or even paying attention. It was the fucking epitome of simple.

Hell, all I gotta do is sit. Oh, and count. Keep track of hot and cold. Tell Emmett when to get out. Tell the newest person when to come in.

It was that simple. Yawn.

Bella and Alice did the same—Alice was Edward's 'Pretty Girl' right now at the table to our right, directly in my line of vision. Behind me was Jasper, with Bella acting as his 'Pretty Girl'. We switch partners all the time. It was best not to be predictable. Bella and Alice had more work than me, being not as completely mind blowing to every guy in the room unlike me, but they were hella' good at flirting. They'd been practicing for a long time, ever since we began Phase One, so I guess they should be good at it.

We were in Phase Two now, and in my opinion, it was a boring phase. I badly wanted to be in Phase Three already. That's when my mad computer skills come in.

After all, I'm not just a pretty face. There's brilliance under my blonde hair. Daddy is smart and handsome, Mommy has the goods, though not the brain, combine that and you get the perfect human—me.

I only speak the truth. I'm not a vapid blonde, but I appreciate my assets.

So does the perv next to me, I'm guessing.

"Hey sexy lady, wanna pass me my drink?" I glared at him. I don't usually distract them by being mean, but I am not in a good mood tonight.

"Your drink is right there, idiot," I told him, shoving the glass from inside the table to the edge. It splashed all over him and he jumped up, swearing.

"You got my fucking brand new suit all soaked!" he complained. I didn't care, it was his fault. So I just shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Buy yourself a new one. I mean, with all your winnings, that is." I smirked at the man, who glared at me and stormed away. Whatever. Served him right. He was, after all, a bragger. At least now the table was clear for Emmett, and I could just sat back and watch.

Anyways, 'Phase Three'. I can't wait for it. Edward, however, likes Phase Two. It's just because he's obsessed with blackjack. Has been since he was maybe... ten? I don't know.

But I'm looking forward to the higher ground. Complete and total occupation.

Of what, you ask? And why?

Well, to tell that story, we should start at the beginning, shouldn't we? And I don't think I'm really all the equipped to tell the beginning.

Let's just say, we were bored. We were rich. We were smart. There was nothing to stop us.

So we did it. Maybe we would regret it afterwards—scratch that, we would regret it. But we didn't know that when we began.

We were invincible. We were smart—fucking geniuses, in fact—and when we did something stupid—which was pretty rare— it happened because we were total drunk out of our fucking minds (not that that is a rarity, we're just usually smart enough to have at least one sober person), and when that happened Mommy and Daddy would always save our asses. We never failed in our hacking though. That's what we called it. Not stupid pranks—only childish babies do that—no, what we did was a skill, a way of life. Hacking. And we did it right every time.

After all, we were the Six Crew.

Lennixx: Amazing, no? Yes. Credit for this awesome RPOV prologue goes to the amazing TRD and her super mega amazing skizzles. So you all should R&R, EPOV is coming up for chapter one!

And yes, Eddies loves blackjack. Oh, and Scotch :D

Dreamer: Yeah if you all review, then Lex might hurry up and finish that chapter. But props to Lex for coming up with this amazing idea and of course the amazing TRD wrote this chapter, which by the way is epic.

TRD: GRAWR, Dream. No epic. Bejeezus. You guys have NO idea how excited I am for this. I'm almost excited enough to let that epic slide. But yahs, it was four in the morning, and I was trying to sleep, but sadly, Rose is very persistent, so I had to get up and type it. Aren't you glad I did? Tell me if you are in a review!!

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