A/N. Hey people! This is my new story called Conning a Con Man, please give your opinion on it. I hope you like it!
Fang McGarrot examined the almost perfect replica of a Paul Revere spoon he had just crafter. The spoon would be worth a lot, he knew. No one, not even the most skilled appraiser would be able to tell it was a fake, it was a near flawless copy but in reality, it was just a con; it was nearly always a con.
Fang was not your typical business man as you might have guessed by now; he was in fact a con man and a proud one at that. He was known for scamming unsuspecting people out of their money. As bad as it may sound, Fang didn't feel an ounce of guilt for the five years he spent cheating people. The way he saw it was that if you were stupid enough to fall for the con then you had it coming.
He set down the spoon and picked up another item soon to be sold, a seventy-five year old bottle of wine he just bought last week. With just the right materials, he could make any new bottle look like it was more than it was actually worth, it was all just an illusion really.
"Hey, Fang!" Iggy called.
Fang fumbled and almost dropped the bottle. He sighed in relief as he set it down on the table and turned to his partner in crime with a scowl on his face.
"You nearly made me drop the bottle, you idiot," Fang hissed.
Iggy raised his hands in the universal sign on surrender but his pale blue eyes were laughing.
"It doesn't matter, man. I've got a better job lined up," he said.
Fang's eyebrow disappeared into his over long black hair as he gestured for Iggy to continue.
"Mr. Batchelder—"
"As in the King of Cons Jeb Batchelder?" Fang asked. Jeb Batchelder was the master con man; he was so good that the cops could never arrest him. There were rumors though that he has a hidden safe house filled with all the money and items he's taken.
"The one and only," Iggy confirmed. "Next week he's having an 'art show' but anyone in the business knows he's looking for recruits. This hardly ever happens so you can bet a lot newbies will be there," Iggy explained.
"I like where you're going with this Iggy. If I get into his crew then I can find out where he keeps the goods," Fang grinned.
"Not quite, if you get recruited during the art show you'll just be a lackey. Bottom of the pyramid and that won't get us anywhere for a long time. You need to get close to him, close enough to gain his trust and find out the location," Iggy said.
"And how do you suppose I do that?" Fang asked.
Iggy threw a photograph over to Fang.
The picture depicted a beautiful girl with long dirty blonde hair with warm chocolate eyes. She was smirking in the photo and her eyes and a mischievous glint in them.
"That's Maximum Ride," Iggy said.
"Who?"
"She's Jeb's kid. If you get close to her then you'll get close to Jeb too," Iggy explained.
"I've never heard of her," Fang murmured.
"She keeps a low profile but I do know she's got a black belt in judo, taekwondo and karate. She goes to a fight club from time to time and she'll be at the art show."
"So when I get to the art show, it won't be Jeb that I'll be looking for, it's Maximum," Fang said.
"Exactly, make her fall for you; get close to her, whatever! Use whatever charm you have because once we get the stuff, we'll be set for life!" Iggy grinned.
Fang just nodded and picked up the picture. This would be his biggest heist yet and if he pulled it off right it would be his last in a long time. Fang stared into Maximum's eyes and felt the corner of his mouth twitch up. Charming the girl would be easy, Fang practically had girls falling over themselves to be with him and he had no doubt Maximum would be the same.
Yes, Fang thought, this job will be easy.
"Here," Iggy said, giving him false driver's license and credit card.
Fang Detweiler, they read.
"Detweiler? That's my new last name?"
"Well you have to admit, it's better than your real one, McGarrot."
A/N. That's the prologue! Tell me if you like it and if want me to continue!
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