Disclaimer: I do not own Heist Society or any of Ally Carters characters and plot developments, this is simply a fanfiction
The pulse of heavy music filled ears like cotton balls, each thump sent shudders through packed bodies. Sweat dripping faces, with eyes closed and music streams through countless mindless bodies, numbing all feeling except for the constant drilling of noise.
Smog like appearance hung over the bodies, the hot lights were like endless seizures breaking dust particles apart and sending them into the atmosphere to mingle with bodily fluids.
A girl, long blonde hair twisting tightly around sweaty arms, pale and unblemished reaching out like delicate twigs towards some invisible out of reach place.
Hale watched from the corner shrouded heavily with darkness, one of the only places that the lights did not reach. Spotting movement towards his left official looking men, out of place with their neat suits and poised posture strode up to the bar. Eyes glinting and tongue swiping thin lips he pushed off the wall.
A strong muscled arm dogged countless bodies knocking together as a path was set. Worn but young hands gripped the pale thin arm dragging the connected body back through the sea of limbs towards the door.
"Let's go"
Dazed, unfocused green eyes flickered towards Hale's frigid brown ones in confusion as her body obeyed the command.
Nodding at the bouncer, Hale stepped out into the chilled crisp air still holding onto Kat's arm, her brain finally catching up to what was going on.
"So who was it this time?" her melodic voice danced like cool breath on his ears
Pulling her close she rested under his arm, "Interpol probably, I knew France wasn't a good idea"
"But the Louvre had such pretty pictures" Her sigh hung in the air
"You know sometimes I forget you're meant to be a professional, with what you call our targets half the time" Hale's incredulous tone whispered in her ear
The two walked calming down the populated street. Their footfalls lightly tapping along the pavement as the noise from the various lines waiting to gain entrance into respective clubs mostly cloaked their conversation. They turned sharply into a dark seemingly empty alleyway, tall buildings stretched upwards either side, and a large skip bin lay against a rattling wire fence ahead.
Knocking on the lone door in an odd pattern achieved a response in which a slot at eye level on the door slid sharply open. A blink of two dark eyes later and the clicking of the door showed heavy wood swinging deeply inside.
Kat, now leading, strode confidently into the dark passage Hale glancing quickly into the empty alleyway before quickly following her.
"We're back!" Kat's voice rang clear as they entered the basement. "Darn, I've missed this place, nothing like it"
'Jack's' was a long standing base and exclusive club for their kind. Their 'family' sometimes met up here when they wanted to mingle with other thieves in the business and birth new and exciting heists. The room was bathed in low lights with faint jazz music playing in the background soothing and exciting all at once.
Rich leather couches sat in a U shape in the farthest corner, booths lined the back and sides walls with low swinging lights illuminating the scene. Bar stool and tables lay scattered around the centre floor while a lone bartender stood wiping glasses behind an old style wooden counter.
"So, caught were you? Can't let you two ever handle another heist alone" Jack reclined on the couch a glass of amber liquid rested in his hand. Jack was an old friend of Uncle Eddie's who ran the club keeping an eye on all the 'members'.
Kat jumping with cat-like grace onto the opposing couch beckoned Hale over, who in two long strides reached her and took a seat next to her, the leather firm but soft against them.
"Well we did get the Degas, the Louvre has particularly shoddy security at the moment" Hale's brusque tone clipped out.
"Hmm, yes, the "Laundrywoman" I believe. Hit the papers that night what with the Commissariat de Police on your tail almost straight away". Jack's disapproving tone was obvious as he sipped his drink
Hale, brushing off the obvious reprimand ignored Jack opening his mouth to inform of his sentiments. "I think that we should get the family back together, I mean we're great together, no heist hard enough and all that"
Kat glanced at Hale before turning back to Jack. "I do suppose it would be nice to be all together again, I even miss Gabrielle" a wistful sigh escaped her lips as she took on a dreamy expression.
Silence shrouded the moment, the jazz tones still swimming around the air.
Hale sighed and resigned himself to tell Jack of their trouble. Clasping his hand together perching on the edge of his seat he leant forward uneasily and took a breath.
"We've got Interpol on our backs, they've probably contacted the bobby's by now, I think we're out for a bit now, well at least till this settles down a bit"
Jack shook his head, hand waving dismissingly. "Nope, don't even worry about it Eddie's clear things right up, with this new heist I've got planned we'll need all the help we can get".
"But no outsiders yeah? Remember what happened to the last? Ugh, nasty stuff"
Last time a heist was pulled they had an inside man that had only just met recently. No enough background checks and suddenly you have a turn coat on your hands.
Jack gave a short whistle and a nondescript man came out of the back room holding a stack of papers. After placing them carefully on the table he left them to go over the papers.
A detailed plan was carefully unfolded before them; the lines emerged from the page showing the fine points indicating the security patterns and layout of a Museum.
In Jack's careful calligraphy the words "Private collection of the NIARCHOS FAMILY" Nerves flooded through veins pulsing through their hearts.
"You want us to get through their security! Are you mad Jack? I can't think of any heist ever pulling off something like that", Hale exclaimed
Jack, his eyes never leaving the page responded in a quiet tone, "Yes, but I have complete faith in the family, I know we can do it. By the way, our target is Van Gogh's 'self-portrait with a bandaged ear'".
Kat giggled at Hale's expression. The sound of footsteps approached the group, all eyes but Jack's stared in anticipation as they reached the door.
The door burst open banging loudly against the wall, a girl stood with a satisfied smirk blocking the way of another guy who hung back casually with a small smile on his face from the antics of the pair.
Kat rose quickly smiling before sprinting the small distance to the group pouncing on the girl who fell in a laughing heap.
Hale locked eyes with the other guy at the back.
"Hey Simon, so what's a guy like you doing back here?" Hale asks in a derisive tone
"Oh haha Hale, very funny, you know we got all the family back together, so it's time for a heist!" Simon raised his hand in the air on his last words standing strong and confidently, a lopsided smirk on his face.
"Boys," Jack said firmly breaking up whatever they were going to start, "Get over here so we can plan"
The girls pulled each other off the floor, their giggles stopping. They all huddled over crowding around the plans, Jack's eyes locked with each and every one of them calculating as if to make sure there were no doubts that they were all in now.
"So this is how it's going to go…"
Thanks for reading my first Heist Society fic, it started as just a piece of creative writing for practice. Please review and let me know what you think and whether I should continue. Updates may be slow as I'm not sure where this is going to go yet in plot terms but hopefully it's a good start. REVIEW!
- dreamerx