The morning of the party no one knew that their lives would change forever or for that matter, for better or worst. Mayor Nastasha Zabigov was preparing a speech for the party that Madame Louise was hosting for the media and museum. She was donating a great deal of her family's treasures to Gundarium's Museum of Art, Science and History and decided to make a rather big deal of it.
Down town in a dark room in the China Jade, a part time restaurant, part time whore house and full time crime den, Master Wong, the king pin of all underground crimes flipped the card deck in his hands. He looked at a newspaper in front of him as an evil grin came to his face. Tonight he would become and even more wealthy man...that is, if THEY didn't screw up.
Up town a little, in the police department, locker room, two young men were changing into uniform."I'm telling you! This is going to be so damn boring!"The younger of the two said with a look of pain on his face.
"Don't worry about Saici. You're only going because you have to go."The other said with a smile. There was a bandage on his right cheek and he let his finger run over it.
Sai Saici, the son of the head detective of the police department, looked at the man."Kasshu quit playing with it. It's not gonna heal right if you keep messing with it." He turned to button up his shirt. He heard his friend curse under his breath,
"Damn punk..."
Sai couldn't help but smile. "At least he cut your face and not your throat bro."
Domon Kasshu looked at him and smiled. "And I was pretty too."
They both laughed and went on changing.
Up town, way up town, in his pent house above his business, de Sand and Rose, young bachelor Mr. de Sand laid in his bed watching the news.
"Madame Louise with reveal her family's treasures tonight." The woman said with a smile. "Tonight will be an interesting invent."
Click, the TV was turn off. "Yes..." de Sand said with an odd smile."It certainly will."
The sun reflected a white hue off the windows of the museum. It was the center of excitement and crawling with people belonging to the local news stations down to a mob of security guards at the front doors. However, even with all the watchmen about, two unexpected guests went unnoticed. Standing toward the sough end of the building, two girls were closely inspecting the grounds. There was a suspicious air about them, yet no one took notice.
There must have been a slip in the security shifts; the front was under close watch, where as the rest of the building seemed to be left alone. The two girls moved silently, taking very close note of anything and everything around the museum. Both of them looked like ordinary girls. They both had shades of brown hair in short styles. One might have mistaken them for sisters.
The younger girl stood looking through the window at all the paintings and sculptures inside. Her blue eyes darted about the room, spying different treasures. Reaching up with her right hand she pushed her glasses back up onto her nose. "Oi! Rachel, what are we going for? Paintings? Rare jewels? Hopefully no statues right?" She turned looking to her friend, and brushed her short golden brown hair behind her ears.
"Jill, we're not robbing the museum, we're going for stuff the guest bring in. There money and jewelry, whatever we can get our hands on." Rachel moved over to the window eyeing the items inside. Her green eyes brightened as they landed on a jewel case centered in the room. "Though that beauty would be a nice steal." Reaching up she twirled her left index finger around in her short brown hair. "Too bad that'll be on heavy guard."
Jill looked at the gem in the case. It sparkled as the sun beamed through the window and reflected off its surface. "It sure is nice...Though even if we did grab it, we wouldn't be able to keep it for long."
Rachel gave an odd smirk at the comment and walked on to "admire" the museum and security system. She looked over her shoulder at a guard. He was watching Jill who seemed to become a little too bold and pressed her face against the window. Rachel rolled her eyes and gave an odd whistle. Jill looked up, also causing the guard to look at her. "Come on, you wanted to see the paintings!"
Jill laughed and rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah, but they don't shine like these guys." Jill said as she hurried over to Rachel, who genteelly but firmly bopped her head a little.
"I'll give you something that shines." Rachel said in an odd voice but then moved on. "Come on..."
As she walked, Jill kept her eyes on the jewel case until they we're far enough past the window she could no longer see it. Turning her gaze to her friend in front of her she smiled. Rachel had always looked out for Jill. She was six years older and the only family Jill had ever had. Both Rachel and her had been on their own since a young age. The older girl had always been an inspiration to Jill; she wanted to be just like Rachel. It was the admiration that had led her into the thieving life style. The addiction started with a candy bar when she was six and now at 17, she was staking out a museum.
While she walked and thought back on her childhood, Jill failed to notice the rock in her path. Stumbling over it and landing on the grass trim around the building, shook her from her daze. "Damn it!" Standing back up, she dusted off her shorts. "What a place to keep a rock, in the middle of where people walk. Hey Rachel, can't we go yet? I swear we've circled the area three times already."
Rachel eyed a small vent on the side of the museum. She raised a brow after a thought entered her mind, which was quickly followed by smirk and then a frown, as she heard Jill fall and tumble. She looked at the girl quickly, making sure she was all right. When she saw she was fine she frown more. "Quit clowning around." She said calmly but not harsh. She took a look back at the vent and then rolled her eyes playfully at Jill's comment to go. "Just a sec, kid..." She could almost hear Jill cringe at the mention of being called kid.
For as long as Rachel knew her, Jill never wanted to be called kid. Rachel looked around the museum one last time and then turn. "Ok...come on."
Jill mumbled something about it being time and then hurried off ahead of her to walk down the sidewalk. Rachel watched Jill bounce along and smiled slightly. Jill was always a happy girl. Even when times where the hardest for them and she always was loyal to her. Even at a young age, Jill saw no wrong in Rachel; at least that's how she put it.
Rachel had always had a hard life, when her mother died and her father began to drink, she was taken away to live in a foster home. That's where she met Jill. The little blue eyed girl almost at once adopted her as an older sister, and Rachel had to admit...she liked it.
Jill looked back over her shoulder at Rachel and smiled. She slowed till Rachel was side by side with her. "I'm hungry; what about you?"
Rachel smiled lightly and shook her head. "When are you not hungry? But sure, I could go for a little something."
Jill made a face and put her hands on her hips. "I'm not always hungry, I just like to eat. Not that it matters, I never gain a pound." She laughed and stuck her tongue out at Rachel playfully. "I say we stop in for a piece of cake or maybe a cookie, from that coffee house down the street."
"Cake and cookies? You keep eating things like that and you will start gaining pounds." Rachel reached over and ruffled Jill's hair. "Alright, a sweet tooth break, then it's back to work. We have a lot to take care of before tonight."
They continued down the street, walking the rest of the way to the coffeehouse in silence. Upon reaching the small cafe, Jill happily bounded inside and pressed her face against the dessert case. Rachel stood behind her and shook her head laughing to herself.
"I want a piece of German Chocolate Cake." Jill looked up to the woman behind the counter. "Um...please." She smiled sheepishly, then looked back to Rachel.
"I'll just have a sugar cookie." She stepped forward and pulled some money out of her pocket, placing it on the counter.
Jill raised a brow. "Let me pay for my cake, Rachel."
"It's okay, my treat this time." Rachel smiled and took her cookie from the woman behind the counter, then walked over to a table. "Grab your cake... there are other people waiting in line."
Jill nodded and took her plate, then hurried to her seat. "You really didn't have to pay ya know." She took a bite of her snack. "Oh this tastes so good! I could eat this stuff for every meal of the day."
Rachel smiled as she watched Jill eat and began to nimble on her cookie. There was too much on her mind right now to eat. This was going to be their best job...and because HE was involved, their most dangerous as well. 'Damnit,' she thought to herself. I was too cocky, I should have been more aware of my surroundings. She hated the way he treated Jill and she hated the way he touched her. She frowned at the thought of him rolling his hands over her shoulders. A cold shiver ran down her back and she looked at the window. After tonight though...she smiled. "Eat up, Jill. We got to hurry back soon." She looked at the girl. After tonight, they'd both be free.
Down town in a dark room in the China Jade, a part time restaurant, part time whore house and full time crime den, Master Wong, the king pin of all underground crimes flipped the card deck in his hands. He looked at a newspaper in front of him as an evil grin came to his face. Tonight he would become and even more wealthy man...that is, if THEY didn't screw up.
Up town a little, in the police department, locker room, two young men were changing into uniform."I'm telling you! This is going to be so damn boring!"The younger of the two said with a look of pain on his face.
"Don't worry about Saici. You're only going because you have to go."The other said with a smile. There was a bandage on his right cheek and he let his finger run over it.
Sai Saici, the son of the head detective of the police department, looked at the man."Kasshu quit playing with it. It's not gonna heal right if you keep messing with it." He turned to button up his shirt. He heard his friend curse under his breath,
"Damn punk..."
Sai couldn't help but smile. "At least he cut your face and not your throat bro."
Domon Kasshu looked at him and smiled. "And I was pretty too."
They both laughed and went on changing.
Up town, way up town, in his pent house above his business, de Sand and Rose, young bachelor Mr. de Sand laid in his bed watching the news.
"Madame Louise with reveal her family's treasures tonight." The woman said with a smile. "Tonight will be an interesting invent."
Click, the TV was turn off. "Yes..." de Sand said with an odd smile."It certainly will."
The sun reflected a white hue off the windows of the museum. It was the center of excitement and crawling with people belonging to the local news stations down to a mob of security guards at the front doors. However, even with all the watchmen about, two unexpected guests went unnoticed. Standing toward the sough end of the building, two girls were closely inspecting the grounds. There was a suspicious air about them, yet no one took notice.
There must have been a slip in the security shifts; the front was under close watch, where as the rest of the building seemed to be left alone. The two girls moved silently, taking very close note of anything and everything around the museum. Both of them looked like ordinary girls. They both had shades of brown hair in short styles. One might have mistaken them for sisters.
The younger girl stood looking through the window at all the paintings and sculptures inside. Her blue eyes darted about the room, spying different treasures. Reaching up with her right hand she pushed her glasses back up onto her nose. "Oi! Rachel, what are we going for? Paintings? Rare jewels? Hopefully no statues right?" She turned looking to her friend, and brushed her short golden brown hair behind her ears.
"Jill, we're not robbing the museum, we're going for stuff the guest bring in. There money and jewelry, whatever we can get our hands on." Rachel moved over to the window eyeing the items inside. Her green eyes brightened as they landed on a jewel case centered in the room. "Though that beauty would be a nice steal." Reaching up she twirled her left index finger around in her short brown hair. "Too bad that'll be on heavy guard."
Jill looked at the gem in the case. It sparkled as the sun beamed through the window and reflected off its surface. "It sure is nice...Though even if we did grab it, we wouldn't be able to keep it for long."
Rachel gave an odd smirk at the comment and walked on to "admire" the museum and security system. She looked over her shoulder at a guard. He was watching Jill who seemed to become a little too bold and pressed her face against the window. Rachel rolled her eyes and gave an odd whistle. Jill looked up, also causing the guard to look at her. "Come on, you wanted to see the paintings!"
Jill laughed and rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah, but they don't shine like these guys." Jill said as she hurried over to Rachel, who genteelly but firmly bopped her head a little.
"I'll give you something that shines." Rachel said in an odd voice but then moved on. "Come on..."
As she walked, Jill kept her eyes on the jewel case until they we're far enough past the window she could no longer see it. Turning her gaze to her friend in front of her she smiled. Rachel had always looked out for Jill. She was six years older and the only family Jill had ever had. Both Rachel and her had been on their own since a young age. The older girl had always been an inspiration to Jill; she wanted to be just like Rachel. It was the admiration that had led her into the thieving life style. The addiction started with a candy bar when she was six and now at 17, she was staking out a museum.
While she walked and thought back on her childhood, Jill failed to notice the rock in her path. Stumbling over it and landing on the grass trim around the building, shook her from her daze. "Damn it!" Standing back up, she dusted off her shorts. "What a place to keep a rock, in the middle of where people walk. Hey Rachel, can't we go yet? I swear we've circled the area three times already."
Rachel eyed a small vent on the side of the museum. She raised a brow after a thought entered her mind, which was quickly followed by smirk and then a frown, as she heard Jill fall and tumble. She looked at the girl quickly, making sure she was all right. When she saw she was fine she frown more. "Quit clowning around." She said calmly but not harsh. She took a look back at the vent and then rolled her eyes playfully at Jill's comment to go. "Just a sec, kid..." She could almost hear Jill cringe at the mention of being called kid.
For as long as Rachel knew her, Jill never wanted to be called kid. Rachel looked around the museum one last time and then turn. "Ok...come on."
Jill mumbled something about it being time and then hurried off ahead of her to walk down the sidewalk. Rachel watched Jill bounce along and smiled slightly. Jill was always a happy girl. Even when times where the hardest for them and she always was loyal to her. Even at a young age, Jill saw no wrong in Rachel; at least that's how she put it.
Rachel had always had a hard life, when her mother died and her father began to drink, she was taken away to live in a foster home. That's where she met Jill. The little blue eyed girl almost at once adopted her as an older sister, and Rachel had to admit...she liked it.
Jill looked back over her shoulder at Rachel and smiled. She slowed till Rachel was side by side with her. "I'm hungry; what about you?"
Rachel smiled lightly and shook her head. "When are you not hungry? But sure, I could go for a little something."
Jill made a face and put her hands on her hips. "I'm not always hungry, I just like to eat. Not that it matters, I never gain a pound." She laughed and stuck her tongue out at Rachel playfully. "I say we stop in for a piece of cake or maybe a cookie, from that coffee house down the street."
"Cake and cookies? You keep eating things like that and you will start gaining pounds." Rachel reached over and ruffled Jill's hair. "Alright, a sweet tooth break, then it's back to work. We have a lot to take care of before tonight."
They continued down the street, walking the rest of the way to the coffeehouse in silence. Upon reaching the small cafe, Jill happily bounded inside and pressed her face against the dessert case. Rachel stood behind her and shook her head laughing to herself.
"I want a piece of German Chocolate Cake." Jill looked up to the woman behind the counter. "Um...please." She smiled sheepishly, then looked back to Rachel.
"I'll just have a sugar cookie." She stepped forward and pulled some money out of her pocket, placing it on the counter.
Jill raised a brow. "Let me pay for my cake, Rachel."
"It's okay, my treat this time." Rachel smiled and took her cookie from the woman behind the counter, then walked over to a table. "Grab your cake... there are other people waiting in line."
Jill nodded and took her plate, then hurried to her seat. "You really didn't have to pay ya know." She took a bite of her snack. "Oh this tastes so good! I could eat this stuff for every meal of the day."
Rachel smiled as she watched Jill eat and began to nimble on her cookie. There was too much on her mind right now to eat. This was going to be their best job...and because HE was involved, their most dangerous as well. 'Damnit,' she thought to herself. I was too cocky, I should have been more aware of my surroundings. She hated the way he treated Jill and she hated the way he touched her. She frowned at the thought of him rolling his hands over her shoulders. A cold shiver ran down her back and she looked at the window. After tonight though...she smiled. "Eat up, Jill. We got to hurry back soon." She looked at the girl. After tonight, they'd both be free.