Thieves Without Honor
2 Thief's 1 Contract
"Jane Doe, wake up! Momma's home." Luna hollered as she made her way through the abandoned warehouse. The brown haired beauty on the couch woke up with a snort.
Jane Doe turned around about to give her red-headed accomplish a piece of her mind, when she saw the bulging brown sack hanging loosely from Luna's sticky fingers. She threw her head back started laughing. "You can't go a day without making some kind of profit, can you?"
"What can I say," Luna shrugged before collapsing on the old worn out couch, before throwing the brown sack on the coffee table. "I'm just that good."
Jane Doe chuckled before leaning over to kiss Luna. Their lips molded together for a few minutes, before Luna pulled Jane Doe into her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist, pulling her lover closer. They broke apart a few minutes later for air. Luna nodded towards the brown sack.
Jane Doe reached up towards it, pulling out a few gold watches, rings, some spare change, a few wallets, and a diamond necklace. She gaped at it. "Where on earth did you get this?"
"Some rich bitch was bragging to her friends about how her husband bought her an expensive piece of jewelry. So, like the lady I was, I enlightened her of her burden." Jane Doe cracked up laughing.
"Oh god, I love you woman!" Jane Doe declared as she watched the diamonds sparkle in the sun light, a mischievous glint in her dark, chocolate eyes. Luna took the necklace from her then put it around her neck clipping it together at the back. Now it rested on Jane Doe's neck where all beautiful things shine, around her.
Luna and Jane Doe spent the rest of the late afternoon pawing off their 'collected goods' and fulfilling several more contracts before calling it quits and retiring to their master bed, located in the back of the warehouse.
On the outside of their living quarters, it looked abandoned, dirty, and completely empty. But on the inside it was as clean as a whistle. The broken glass, dirt, grime, and other unpleasant things were removed by a hired team of cleaners. Now it was completely clean and white, and was acquainted with a living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and the vault, just how Jane Doe wanted it. The vault was where they kept all their plans, contracts, stolen goods, and money.
No one knew it's whereabouts, it was in the empty part of Miami, hidden in plain sight. Luna had rigged the place so no one could trace any of the electronics and set traps around the place. Just in case anything or anyone were to break in. She didn't want anything sneaking up on them
The shrill of a phone interrupted the rather peaceful morning as the thieves pulled themselves from their queen sized bed, heading out to the living room dead center in the warehouse to face another day of their lives.
Luna grumbled to herself, grabbing the screaming phone, and promptly collapsed on their couch next to a tired looking Jane Doe.
"What?" She growled, annoyed at being woken up so goddamn early in the morning. Who gets up before noon anyway?
"I have a contract for you, Night Walker," A male, young, with a nervous voice, teenager would be her guess, sounded through the untraceable phone.
Night Walker. Her thief name.
"What kind? You want me to rob a bank, frame someone, steal something, or all of the above?" She took a swing of her soda, before wrapping her right arm around Jane Doe's waist.
"I want you to frame Lt. Caine for murder," He blurted out.
"The Lt. huh? That's gonna costs some serious coin," Jane Doe looked up from her magazine when she heard the Lt. was involved. "I hope you can deliver..." She trailed off hoping for a name.
"I'll pay you five grand if you complete my contracts." A brief pause of silence washed over them, while Luna weighed her options. "So, you'll do it?"
"5 grand," Luna mouthed to her lover. Jane Doe vigorously nodded her head. She wanted Luna to take the offer.
"Well, the police do have a habit of getting themselves dirty, more often than not, so what difference does it make that it's the famous Lt. Of Miami. Consider it done." Jane Doe pressed her ear against the other side of the phone.
"So you'll do it? That's fantastic! The Lt. put my father away for life and now he's dead, he needs to pay." Well, someone was bitter. Oh well, the more bitter they are the more the thieves get paid. "Once you've completed your side of the contract, I'll leave the money in an envelope on the east side of the docks for you to collect."
"And where would we acquire a dead body?" Luna might do a lot of illegal things, but murder was not one of them. They were thieves for hire not bloody assassins, you know.
"It will be provided, I have a professional hit man working on that now. Once the deed is done I'll send you the address and all you have to do is plant Caine's DNA. Not too much or they'll get suspicious but not to little either, then I want you to call it in and hang around like a concerned neighbor to make sure everything goes according to plan. Deal?" This guy was desperate to avenge his father and Luna was going to give it to him.
She had to admit this guy was pretty damn determined to see Caine go down. They say pride goes before a fall. "Consider it done."
"Remember, if you get caught I don't know you and you don't know me."
"That's the only way I operate babe." She snapped the phone shut before slowly turning towards Jane Doe. "Baby girl, pack your things we have a contract to fulfill." A sinister smile made its way on Luna's face. Oh, this was going to be a good one.
A/N: So... how do you like so far? I plan to update this every Friday until it's complete. Tell me how good or bad my writing is and you shall receive a free virtual cookie!
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