Bank Job?
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: "Remember that bank job in Marrakesh?" "Bank job?" "It's not like it sounds." "It's exactly how it sounds." What really happened during that bank job in Marrakesh.
Egypt, 1933
"Remember that bank job in Marrakesh?"
Evie stopped, quirking an eyebrow at her husband. "Bank job?"
"It's not like it sounds." Rick replied, turning back to look at her. She followed, joining the two men under the canopy as Izzy responded to her husband's remark.
"Uh, it's exactly how it sounds..."
Marrakesh, 1921
"All right, Iz, here's what we're gonna do. You use your aeroplane and create a distraction. I'll go in and grab the money. When I get out, I'll signal you with a mirror, and you'll come in for the pick up. Got it?" Izzy raised his eyebrows.
"When have I ever not gotten it, O'Connell?" He replied. Rick rolled his eyes.
"Go get your plane."
Izzy shook his head, before parting ways with his friend. He and Rick had grown up together- being left at the same orphanage in Cairo as children, both at the tender age of ten. Forced to room together at the orphange, the two had developed a close friendship brought on by pranks and trouble. The two troublemakers spent a majority of their time acting out- causing chaos whereever they went. When Rick turned seventeen, he fled, disappearing from Cairo- ultimately to backpack across Europe. Izzy, for his part, stayed in the orphange until he reached eighteen, before leaving and becoming a pilot in Cairo.
He glanced back at O'Connell; he hadn't seen his old friend in years. And, as usual, they were getting into trouble.
...
The plane started up and he took off, flying high in order to remain hidden. Moments passed, he could only imagine what O'Connell was doing. Seducing the women patrons, probably. O'Connell always did have a way with the ladies. As he moved closer, into the light of the sun, he watched closely for a flash of the mirror O'Connell would use to signal him. Nope, nothing yet...
Aha! There's the signal!
Gunning it, he dove, flying in low for the pickup when he heard bullets fire. Glancing behind him, he saw the Marrakesh police raise their rifles...
The feel of metal hitting metal caused the plane to vibrate slightly; several more shots brought it down. As he got out of the aircraft, he found himself staring straight at the Marrakesh police.
"Oh God."
...
The sun burned into his corneas, and he closed his eyes, whimpering softly in the pain in his spleen. They-his eyes, not his spleen- didn't stay closed for long. At the sound of voices, they snapped open. Coming towards him, were a man and woman. As they got closer, Izzy saw that it was-
"O'Connell." He growled softly.
"Izzy! I've been looking for you every- what happened to you?" Slowly, Izzy's eyes slid to the side, watching Rick and the girl.
"I got shot." He muttered, monotone. Rick nodded, seeming genuinely concerned.
It didn't last long.
"Izzy, this is Pia. She's a-"
She was dressed in a long, dark blue skirt with bells hanging from the waist, and a revealing top that bared her midriff and showed a copious amount of cleavage. Her long dark hair tumbled down her back, and several bracelets were on her wrists. The only thing visible were her dark eyes, the rest of her face was hidden by a matching dark blue veil. She smiled at Rick, before turning her seductive dark eyes to Izzy...
...
"Belly dancer girl? Izzy, I think you and I should talk." The other man looked at Evie, glancing quickly at Rick.
"Long as I don't get shot."