Oceans 12
When one man gets out, you wind up in.
Authors Note- THERE IS NOTHING TO DO WITH MAGIC IN HERE! VOLDEMORT IS NEVER MENTIONED. THERE ARE LOTS OF CHANGES FROM THE MOVIE MADE AND LOOKS ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT.
On a lighter note. A few differences. This time around, twelve main characters are the thieves. Ron Weasley is not in this story. I shall tell you, Hermione and Harry are mortals and if it pisses you off, read another story because this is my fanfic and I'll do whatever I want to it. If I decide to kill Harry, he will die. Sorry. I know I'm sounding snotty but that should clear up ALL flames. Jeesh, if you say I'm a @#$% for having them meet at a diner not in the movie, well uh… yeah sorry.
OKEY DOKEY THEN! Here are the characters. (As I forgot the characters names, I'll say the person they play from the movie.)
I have Danny Ocean (You know? George Clooney)
Hermione Bessaurily (Julia Roberts)
Harry Potter (Brad Pitt)
Jerry Bessaurily (Andy Garcia)
Hong Shin (The Chinese dude, sorry forgot name)
Jay Renner (Casey Affleck)
Tay Krinner (Casey's friend)
Trent Quinn (Computer man)
Dave Friendlin (The man who robbed the bank but almost got arrested in the beginning)
Aaron Wright (Matt Damon)
Henry Mack (Old guy suffering from lack of vitamins)
AND A NEW CHARACTER!
Surprise- A girl
Kirsten Colms (Feisty lady robber who uses wits and looks to dazzle the unexpected)
Jonathan
Your either in or your out… what's it going to be?
It all depends on the… ahem… Circumstances.
Circumstances?
Yes.
Money? Well in terms… we are talking 8 figures… If that's enough of course.
Surely we can do better.
Best not to get greedy.
Yes, well, fine then.
Your decision?
I'm In.
Good.
"What's your name sir?"
"Danny Ocean."
"Why did you commit this crime… any state of affairs led you to it?"
"My wife… left me… and I was angry."
"What would you do if you were to be let out of prison?"
Danny smiled.
He walked to the door, pressed a red shining button and walked out as the gate slid open. "Goodbye Ocean," a guard said peacefully as Danny left the premises. He waved a hand of gratitude and felt the cold, harsh, outside breeze hit his body cruelly.
"So Danny… what do you do now?" he asked himself. "I think I know…" He began.
Club Red aka Club Color
He walked right through the doors of the building and into an aura of complete foolishness. Dancing… all kinds if you get my drift, drinking… vodka, martini's, bloody maries. There was also lots of gambling. HE taught it. He taught people how to play blackjack, or craps… any kind of game. Poker for instance was a usual favorite for people to learn. The catch was he taught celebrities to play it. So, as he sat in that circular, dimmed, midnight blue covered room, and gadgets with colored water floated behind the players as people danced erotically behind glass panes for them, he was almost tired of his occupation and fed up with teaching Katie Holms how to deal a card when all of a sudden, he got a call to go fetch some trouble makers at the mini bar. When he came back, exhausted with the fact that the call was a false mistake, he almost didn't notice a man, mysterious, playing blackjack at the table with the celebrities. That man looked up and smiled a very mystifying grin.
"Hello Harry," the man said.
"Danny," Harry replied curiously. "What brings you here?" he said as he pulled up a wooden chair to the marble table.
"Business."
"Really?"
"If you don't mind me asking… Mr…?" Topher Grace said next to Danny.
"Mr. Ocean, fellow."
"Yes, Mr. Ocean, what's your occupation."
"Theft."
"Oh, er… okay then," Topher said nervously.
"He puts his life on the line for jewels, money, the usual bonds," Harry filled everyone in.
"Right then, let's get back to playing," Danny said.
Harry stared at him. Danny stared back. Topher broke the tension.
"I put in lets see… five fifty dollar chips. That's 250 bucks…" Topher said ecstatically.
"You must have something good," Danny muttered quietly but just loud enough for everyone to hear. "I lay down 300 dollars."
The players looked at him.
"Barry? Why do you have six cards? It's a five card game…" Harry said as he monitored everyone.
"Woops," Barry said and discarded one of his own.
"350 dollars," Katie said slyly.
Barry put in around ten chips.
"500 dollars."
"1,000 dollars…" Danny said.
"I fold," Katie said indignantly.
"1,500," Topher said as a bead of sweat flowed down from his forehead.
"I fold also," Barry gave in and laid his cards on the table.
"2,000," Danny said and put some bills in the center.
"Alright, if you must, show us your cards. I'm putting in 3,000 dollars in the jackpot to make the winnings 8,900 dollars from this round--" Topher began but stopped abruptly as Danny put down four nines and an ace.
"I'm afraid it will be hard to beat this," Danny alleged.
"Nah… ALL REDS! HA!" Topher yelled and laid down cards that were all red with no particular style in winnings. Harry laughed… in frustration and in pure humor.
Outside Club Red
Harry fixed his tuxedo, ran a hand through his hair which was brown with specks of blond in some areas. It was extremely short, he had no glasses. Instead he wore contacts. His eyes were hazel and he had a few whiskers here and there but had a shaven face. His body was very well-built. Danny, well, you can have your own opinions about him.
"What do you want?" Harry said as he walked along side Danny past lines of people waiting to get into the club.
"I have a heist in planning."
"Another one, eh?"
"Yeah… and--"
"You want me to go along with you?" Harry said smartly. Danny turned and faced him.
"Your either in or your out… what's it going to be?"
"It all depends on the… ahem… Circumstances," Harry said.
"Circumstances?"
"Yes."
"Money? Well in terms… we are talking 8 figures… If that's enough of course."
"Surely we can do better."
"Best not to get greedy."
"Yes, well, fine then."
"Your decision?"
"I'm In."
"Good."
"But, you should know by now, Danny, that I'm not always in it for money."
"Then what are you in it for?"
"I don't know… satisfaction? What about… YOU?"
"Same… I guess."
"I'll call you tonight. You won't expect me. You won't know it's me. Just follow my orders," Danny uttered to Harry as they stood on the curb outside of a busy store.
"Taxi!" Harry yelled as he nodded his head. A yellow cab pulled over to him.
"Goodbye old friend… for now," Harry said and shook Danny's hand.
Within seconds, Harry was off. Danny waited on the curb for minutes… lots of them. And finally, he took out his Motorola cell-phone and dialed Harry's number from his address book in his coat pocket.
The signal was static and raucous but eventually ringing picked up. Then a "Hello?"
"Harry, it's Danny."
"Hello."
"Meet me at Joe's Diner in 15 minutes. Be on time. If your not there by 12:15, I'm leaving."
The phone on the other line hung up. Danny knew Harry had understood. The leaves from nearby trees fell from their branches, the midnight air whistled. Cars zoomed by as lights flashed from store windows. Danny paced about a block to a little diner. It was long but minute in size. A chubby sign on the window read, "Hamburger Special $2.00." Danny went in.
As he found a table, he realized his Rolex read 12:15 in twenty seconds.
"Well," Danny laughed as he sipped some coffee. "I guess he has become very unpunctual since we last met four years ago."
The door burst open just as Danny stood up to leave.
"Thank god you're here," Harry gasped, out of breath. He grabbed a chair opposite of Danny. It was dark in the pub and very quiet.
"I rushed down here. I was in the shower when you called and saw it was 12:07 when I left."
"What will you be having to eat sir?" the female waitress asked Harry.
"A coffee with two scoops of cream and a little milk," Danny cut in.
"I see you still know what kind of coffee I like," Harry said, impressed.
"Yes… see long time friends, you should know what I like…"
"No," Harry edged off.
"Decaf, keep it in your head."
"So, business. What business is there to discuss?" Harry asked quietly as he leaned back in his chair.
"My plan is to rob the three most money-making casinos in Las Vegas… all at once. All in one night."
"How the hell would you do that?" Harry said.
"There is only 3 hotels who store all their money in the same vault. That vault cost over sixty million dollars to create alone. There's double of that in the vaults."
"What hotel stores all of this money?"
"The Bessaulair (A/N I am so sorry I forgot what the casino name is called so I'm looking into it.) stores it all. We will rob it."
"Just us?"
"Of course not…"
Harry drank his coffee.
"Check please!" Danny signaled from his seat.
At Clark Gable's fancy mansion in the hills of Los Angeles
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!?" he yelled as he ate a turkey leg.
"No, Clark. We will rob that casino."
"YEAH RIGHT! LAND YOURSELF YEARS IN PRISON."
"May I say, 'again?'" Harry laughed.
"I will tell you, there has only been three successful robberies from Las Vega casinos. One--
A man runs through the casino shooting his gun and hitting people continuously. Then, he gets shot in the ass with a dart right when he opens the door.
TWO--
A man runs through the lobby with bills all in his arms. He runs right past a guard who punches him in the face.
"He actually breathed air too!" Clark said jubilantly.
THREE--
A man runs out into the open spilling money and hitting people along the way and officers shoot him in the back multiple times.
"He got the farthest boys!" Clark yelled.
"How big of a crew would we need to pull this off? We know it's just not a one man job," Danny explained.
"Hmm, a computer guy, good acrobatics man, good stealers, good drivers, good multiple identity people… I'd say around nine people."
"Nine… got it. Thanks Clark," Harry said as he wiped his mouth from his meal and stood up.
"If we need y our help, we'll call you," Danny said.
They began to walk off as Clark got up screaming, "WAIT WAIT!"
They turned around.
"I'll be monitoring you guys. In Las Vegas AND in planning."
"Catch you on the flip side then," Harry said and flicked the cuff of his shirt up.