September 19, 2014
9:54 PM
The doors to the café busted open, allowing the three men to escape into the darkness of the night.
"Somebody stop them!" yelled an old man as he watched the three criminals escape. "They stole all my money!"
"Kesesese, that was too easy. Right Toni, Francis?" laughed a man with strange white hair and gleaming red eyes.
"Don't say that, Gil!" teased a man with blonde hair. His indigo eyes glared at the other man jokingly. "You're going to jinx it~"
"Um, guys, I think he already jinxed it..." muttered a man with messy brown hair and green eyes. When they turned the corner, they came across several police cars and policemen blocking the streets. The three tried to turn back and run away, but the cops had just arrived and blocked their way as well. They were surrounded.
"Hands in the air, you three!" yelled one of the policemen. The three shared a glance at one another and smirked. They agreed and dropped their bag full of money. They raised up their hands, a sly grin on each of their faces.
"Admit it, we've finally caught you." Out from the crowd of policemen came a man with messy blonde hair under his police hat. His thick eyebrows drew away attention from his evergreen eyes. The man with the indigo grinned wider.
"Detective Kirkland~" he teased. "So nice to see you again." He dropped his hands and instead placed them in is pockets. He took daring steps toward the officer. The other cops were prepared to shoot, but Kirkland did not allow them. "When was the last time we met, Arthur?"
"The museum robbery in D.C.," Arthur replied shortly.
"Oh, yes. That was a fun one, right boys?" Francis turned to his friends. They too dropped their hand and nodded. He turned back to Arthur. "Too bad you had to be a kill joy and stop us."
"That's what officers do, you twat." Arthur raised his gun higher and pointed straight for Francis's face. "Now hands in the air so we can arrest you." Francis exchanged glances with Antonio, who nodded back slowly. Antonio slowly bent down. Arthur then aimed the gun at him. "Stop moving! Don't do anything!"
"I'm just tying my shoes, Senor Kirkland!" Antonio replied. "I can't go to jail with my shoes untied, si?" Arthur was reluctant, but he slowly pointed his gun back at Francis's face. Taking this as permission to continue what he was doing, Antonio settled his hands on the floor.
He moved his fingers across the grooves of the floor until he felt cold metal. It was a manhole cover. He dug his fingers into the gap between the cover and the street, trying to at least open a bit of the cover. Luckily, none of the other cops were paying attention to him. They were all to busy with Francis's act of small chit-chat between him and Officer Kirkland. When Antonio was finally able to lift the cover, he nudged an elbow to Gilbert's leg. Gilbert looked down at him. When he saw that Antonio was able to open the manhole cover, he smirked.
"Oi, Franny," he called out, catching the attention of Francis and Kirkland. "I think you should stop trying to convince him to let us go." Francis sneaked a peek at Antonio, and saw his hand under the manhole cover as well.
"You're right, Gilbert." Francis turned back to Kirkland, who was smirking as if he won. Francis smirked back. "Au revoir, Arthur." And with that, Gilbert drew a smoke pellet from his sleeve and threw it at the ground. The entire area was shrouded in smoke. Francis backed into the smoke and went to follow the other two down the manhole, taking their bags filled with money with them. When the smoke cleared, the three criminals were nowhere to be found.
"Dammit," Arthur cursed, "they got away again."
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The three began running down the sewers, all with big smiles on their faces. "Kesesese, did you see the look on Artie's face? It was so unawesome!" Gilbert laughed when they finally stopped running. "And look at all this cash we got! The old man back at that café would sure be pissed at us right now."
"Mhm! That was an easy robbery!" agreed Antonio. "Wouldn't you say so, Francis?" When the other two turned to look at Francis, they saw the man looking at a flyer with interest.
"Did you guys hear about this? There's going to be a masquerade ball at the White House next month. The President is holding it for Halloween. The richest of the rich are going to be there!" The other two's eyes widened in interest. "Just imagine how rich we would be if we robbed all their pockets dry!"
"Wow, the White House," Antonio said dreamily. "It's every hacker's dream to break into that place..."
"Just imagine how awesome it would be if I, the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, wiped the floor with the President's personal guards!" the Prussian yelled excitedly. Suddenly, Gilbert's happy expression faded away in realization. "But Franny, this is the White House we're talking about. It's going to be our hardest robbery yet!"
"That's why we have a month to prepare," answered Francis. "Whatever we need to get to break in there, we get it now." Francis pointed to Gilbert. "Gilbert, what do you need to get us fully prepared to break into the President's lovely home?"
"Well," Gilbert began, "I'm gonna need new equipment. The White House is bound to have their top security on patrol that night. I'm going to need new gear..." He grinned. "Army gear."
"Excellent! I'm pretty sure we can get your equipment before the ball." Francis then pointed his finger to Antonio. "Toni, I'm guessing you need new equipment as well?"
"Of course!" the Spaniard said a little to excitedly. "The White House's security would be a problem for me to hack into, but if I could get some better hardware, maybe some army hardware," Antonio nodded to Gilbert, "I could hack into there. But if we were to steal from an army base, I'm still going to need a better computer than the one I have now."
"All right, it's settled. We'll rob some high-tech computer store to get Toni a new computer, then break into an army base and get you two new equipment to prepare us for the big plan," Francis explained. At first, all three of them agreed, but then a question came to mind.
"Hey, Franny, what do you need for our plans?" asked Gilbert.
"Ask me what we need," Francis answered back.
"Okay, what do we need?" questioned Antonio.
Francis smirked. "We're going to need new disguises of course."
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"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid they escaped. However, to ease you of your troubles, I could answer every question you have about them." Arthur sat at the closed café with three other men sitting across from him.
The man in the middle had curly brown hair and golden irises in his eyes. The other two boys looked alike, but there were notable differences. Like for example, one boy was older than the other and had browner hair than the other's redder hair. They had different skin complexions, and different eye colors; one had green-brown eyes while the other had amber eyes.
"You damn tea bastard! You let them escape?!" shouted the boy with the green-brown eyes.
"Ve, Lovino, try to calm down," comforted the other.
"The hell I'll calm down! Feliciano, we just got robbed!" Lovino yelled back.
"Will you boys calm down?" yelled the man in the middle. The two did as they were told and calmed down. "As you were saying, Detective Kirkland, I would like an explanation as to who those three criminals are."
"Of course." Arthur pulled out three folders from his bag and placed them on the table. "These are their profiles. Please, help yourself to read them, Mr. Vargas."
"Please, no need to be so formal! Just call me Romulus." Romulus said, embarrassed. He did as he was told and looked at the three folders placed before him. "'Antonio Carriedo', 'Francis Bonnefoy', and 'Gilbert Beilschmidt'?" he read.
"Yes, allow me to enlighten you as you read, Romulus." Arthur took a sip from his tea before settling it down. "Antonio Carriedo is a famous hacker. He is known on the internet as the 'Red Pirate.' He's hacked into websites, computers, laptops, he can even steal money from ATMs. What's worse is that he can hack into anyone's account and use it to his advantage. We could never trace the guy down since whenever we have a lead, the web address leads us to the houses of the people whose accounts he's used. He may seem like a bumbling idiot from the outside, but on the inside, he's a web genius."
Lovino stared at the picture of Antonio. A look of disgust came on his face. "That's the bastard that I had to serve today!"
"Anyway, next is Gilbert Beilschmidt," Arthur continued. "He used to be in the American army along with his brother, Ludwig Beilschmidt. Whenever we tried to asked Mr. Beischmidt about his brother, he declines to accept him as his brother but as nothing more than a stranger on the street. He simply refuses to talk about Gilbert. From what we gathered, Gilbert is an amazing assassin that can use just about any weapon you give him. He's great at hand-to-hand combat as well. He left the army when he claimed he was 'too awesome to be with equal ranks as those losers,' just to put it in his own words. He fights anyone that dares challenge him. He became a criminal when he took down seven cops single-handed, and he enjoyed it.
"And last, but certainly not the least, is Francis Bonnefoy." Arthur glared at the picture with distaste as he began describing his arch nemesis to Romulus. "He's wanted even by the cops back in France. He's famous for his disguises and the ability to change his voice into anyone's, even make one off the top of his head. He's a top-class robber. He likes stealing money and hearts, but mostly money. He's a pretty nomadic person, always living on the run. He never stays put and always hiding. His clever disguises always sneak past the guards. And it doesn't help that he was raised in a damn circus. He's pretty flexible, and his acrobatic skills make it almost impossible to touch him. He's also probably slept with every woman in Paris, so there's that."
"You seem to hate him more than the others, officer," Romulus noted.
Arthur sighed and nodded. "Indeed. Back when I was in England, he was one of the cases I had to deal with when he was still doing robberies in Europe. He's a real pain in the arse, if you ask me."
"So how did these three men meet?" Romulus asked as he put down the final folder.
"That is a story for later, but for now..." Arthur placed his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands, "I'd like to know your story."
"Alright," Romulus agreed. He leaned back on his chair as he tried to remember the past events. "It all happened a couple of hours ago..."
A/N: This was fun to write! I'll have to admit, this chapter has been sitting in my files for a while since I was debating whether or not I should post it. I suck with chapter stories since I can't seem to finish them, leaving them in hiatus for a very long time, then I just drop it entirely.
I've had this idea for months now, and I can't believe I'm just posting this story now. School is weeks away, and I'm not sure if there will be a regular update time. All you need to know is this:
I'll only upload a new chapter when the next-next chapter has been written. For example, I just finished writing chapter 3, and in order for me to upload chapter 2, I have to finish writing chapter 4. Get the idea? How long the chapter will take to write depends on my schedule. Some take weeks due to school/family/writer's block, others could take days or even hours, depending on how imaginative I am feeling.
I also feel really happy that I actually drew the story's cover art! Usually, I draw on a piece of paper, scan it into my computer, then draw it on my drawing application. The rose was surprisingly easy, even with drawing it from scratch!
I'd really appreciate it if you review my story! It encourages me to get off of my lazy ass and start writing these things. I also like reading your opinions on how I could make this better!
See you next chapter~
-Purple