So... the next bit...
i don't really have much to say
2: Serious
"Mister Jackson," A perfectly preened man sat in his expensive suit, looking out the large glass window, contemplating the view outside before the called man had appeared.
"Sir," The younger, suited man spoke, wanting desperately jump to defend him self only to be silenced as the more rounded and obvious hierarchy of the men held a hand up before he stood.
"I am not a man to mess with, if I find, you are pulling any form of con on me, I'll make sure each day leading to your last with be long and eventful," He spoke politely but the flick of his brows painted a less pleasant picture than his tone.
"I would never think of it sir!" The younger suit, Jackson, shook his head furiously, his once confident and cocky demeanour now replaced with blind panic and fear.
"Good, now I expect you will retrieve my diamonds and successfully deliver them to me the next time we meet?" The alpha's brows rose expectantly.
"Of course, with out a doubt!" Jackson gave a firm nod, seeming to try and convince himself more as he watched the dangerous man take his jacket from one of the burly, large men at his side.
"And I do hope you aren't as stupid as you seem, and go to the police, try and keep things under the radar," he suggested as he pulled his coat on and calmly strode out.
Clenching his hands slowly Jackson finally let his crippling fear fade as pure fury took over, his mind burning over every detail of the large villa room before he had left, everything was perfect.
The room was empty, any and all access to the room had been in their care, not even house keeping could worm their way in unless someone was present, so why hadn't the exchange gone to plan? He couldn't help but dissect everything; perhaps if it weren't for the drinks he wouldn't feel as sloppy.
The room was secured as they went down to the lobby and met with the only too powerful and intimidating Andrew Stone and his men. Stone and his men then took a key card and went to the room to take the case containing the uncut diamonds, while Jackson, his men and one of Stone's men stayed down in the lobby, everything was set out to run so smoothly.
"I want to know every person that moved on this floor during the time we left, the diamonds were still here when we left the room so that leaves a short time period!" He called out after turning to pacing for the answer.
"How do we find that?" One of the men shrugged, he was tall and broad in frame with a snake looking tattoo scaling up the left of his neck.
"Security footage you idiot! It's not fucking hard!" the suited man exploded at the open stupidity and obvious lack of brains, the small out burst causing the man to instantly scowl but stand to head off too complete the job none the less.
"And find out what time, exactly, the sluts left!" he called after the larger man.
000
"Ah! My fuckin' feet!" A blonde heaved a raged breath, resting her knuckles against her hip while her black clutch bag stayed clamped in her palm.
"Wait…wait!" She held her other hand out, waving her friend back to her with the shoes she held.
"Whaa?" The dark haired woman huffed, unable to complete the one word as she hobbled back to her heaving friend, hissing and gasping as stones jabbed at her bare soles.
"My feet!" The blonde wheezed.
"Yeah, and mine…but," The brunette paused for a gulp of air.
"…I'm not sure what hurts more, wearing the shoes…or walking on glass and gravel,"
"Aw babe, I need a drink," Fran reached out for a balance support, only for Flo to simply look at her wavering helplessly.
"Drink… is hardly our top priority," Flo stated with a huff.
"What about the bar in the hotel?" The blonde huffed, motioning up towards the hotel across the road from them with a lazy raise and drop of her arm.
"No! We get in, we get out and we don't have to get killed," Flo whispered, scanning the area around her, before ushering her friend into a walk trying to look casual as the two walked towards the hotel they where staying at, it was a decent place to stay but far cheaper than the place they had just ran from.
"So we're doing a runner?" Fran frowned lightly as they walked into the brightly lit lobby, both sets of eyes scanning around for any suspicious life form.
Their bare feet slapped lightly against the polished floors, the dirt and sand having built up on the soles of their feet so much it seemed to grow around and almost up their legs.
Any odd looks cast their way were totally ignored by the women as they continued on, staff eventually letting the matter slide with a roll of the eyes, deciding they have seen drunks come back in far worse off states.
When they came to the lift and stepped in, they found they could hardly stand still, both jigging nervously on the spot as the lift pulled them up to their floor.
000
"Stupid, little, Tarts!" A well-presented man growled each word out threw clenched teeth before he finally caved in too his anger having seen the security footage and easily piecing the women with the theft.
"I want them found, now!" He yelled across the room, pointing to one of his men, causing the unsuspecting man to flinch at the sudden directed order.
"I want to know everything there is about these fucking bitches!"
"That's not possible," A thin-framed man stated, pushing a pair of rectangle glasses up his nose, instantly jumping as Jackson turned to him with a demanding look.
"We don't have any kind of equipment to do that sort of thing and we can't call in a favour with our usual contacts because they are, technically part of the law, it would look suspicious asking for them to run facial recognition of two women that haven't been reported," He stated with a nervous tone, wondering if he was the only one who saw that fact as obvious.
"And we can't report them…" The largest of the three-man group shrugged with a small amount of understanding.
"…Because that will be getting the police involved, yer, I get it" Jackson snapped, waving his hand in a motion for someone to continue.
"Any other options?" he barked.
The three men looked between them selves, the one in glasses giving a helpless shrug while the larger gave a one armed shrug.
"Why not call someone in?" The tattooed man then suggested.
"And before you flip out on me, no, I don't mean the police!" He held a hand out to stop the leader of the small group as he opened his mouth.
"You mean hire some one?" The smaller framed man frowned lightly, that frown deepening as the larger gave a nod.
"Mercenaries?" Jackson raised both brows, an unimpressed look flashing across his face.
"Finding two stupid women, easy job and generous price, who would turn that down?" He shrugged a large shoulder once again.
"Wouldn't they be suspicious?" The slimmer male frowned.
"You can pay them not to be," again another shrug was given, as if the action was an ending statement for everything he said.
"Do we really want to be spending so much money on these stupid women?" The thin-framed man cringed at the thought of loosing money.
"Compared to the pay we'll get if we deliverer the diamonds, yes," Jackson nodded, folding his arms in a rather stiff manner, the stress knotting his muscles.
"Make some calls," He nodded with agreement.
000
"You can wash your feet after!" The frantic brunette called as she ran past the small bathroom with her arms full of clothes.
"What if we don't get the chance?" The blonde frowned, sticking her head out the door.
"Would you rather not have time to wash your feet, or, not have time to pack everything and run for your life!" Flo raised a brow as she turned to look at her friend over her shoulder.
"Yer ok, point taken," Fran nodded while her friend rolled her eyes and turned back to the bed, where a large pink suitcase sat open, and added to the messy pile of clothes by dumping the contence of her arms into the open case.
"Ok!" The dark haired woman held her hands up for a pause as she then spun, looking around for any left items.
"Makeup bag!" She then cheered, diving for the item and grabbing it off the side before checking the bathroom and grabbing all her wash gear, heading back to the suitcase she then zipped everything into the large pocket on the inside of the case before flipping it closed and forcing any straying items that where hanging out back in as she forcefully zipped it up.
"Why are you folding stuff!" She then couldn't help but screech as she looked across at her friend.
"It's chiffon!" Fran gave a shocked look as she held the dress close to her chest.
000
"You're joking?" A thick accented brit scoffed.
"That ain't a job! It's a fucking holiday," he almost laughed, finding the offer he had just heard so ridiculous he couldn't help but voice it.
"Why go to that expense for two chicks? What's the reason?" a broad man spoke, running a hand over his bare scalp as he looked between the other members of the group before finally resting on the one man that had first told them off the offer.
"There was none, we just have to find them," The obvious leader gave a single shake of his head, his arms folded tightly over his own broad physic.
"Na see, that's some shit right there," A darker skinned man pointed.
"He's right, could be more too it," The brit agreed.
"What else do we know?" he continued.
"That they are, highly dangerous," The leader stated.
"They do nota look like they are dangerous," An Asian accented man spoke, turning away from a computer screen where the once blurry image of two women came into focus.
"Women never do," The British voice grumbled out with distaste.
000
"Evening!" Flo gave nod as she strolled into the small office of a cheap holiday apartment let, her dress sense very elegant if people where willing to over look the smudged make up under her eyes, creased satin dress, scruffy hair and almost black feet which couldn't be disguised even thou her shoes where back on, causing her stroll to seem more like a staggered limp.
"Yer and you mate!" Fran yelled, walking in the office backwards as she stuck a finger up to some stranger that had obviously upset her, the blonde looking just as worse for ware as the brunette who had sped towards the desk and placed her hands on the counter, her bag wedged under her right hand and forced pleasant smile on her face.
"We need a room," She spoke softly.
"No Vacancies till morning," The man behind the desk stated, twirling in his chair from side to side.
"Ok, then can we put in a deposit for a room in the morning?" Her brows rose expectantly as the man's chair twirling came to a halt.
"Sure," He gave a slumped shrug to which Flo huffed at and started to work at the clasp of her bag.
"Whoa! NO!" Fran called out once she caught sight of the action, throwing her arm out in a dramatic stop sign, causing the man to jump with fright while Flo chirped out a tiny scream and held her bag at arm's length.
"I'll pay!" Fran calmed, while Flo nodded and was shooed out by the blonde.
Stepping out of the office she placed a hand to her forehead with a groan.
"Oh my god," She whined quietly, when the skirt of her black sating dress caught the wind a little she had to slap her arm down to hold her dress as she scuttled over to the rented car and hoped in.
Pulling the door closed with small slam she slowly released a calming breath before looking down at the clutch bag in her lap.
The brunette almost jumped out of her skin when the driver door was opened but quickly calmed once Fran's blonde head bobbed to view.
"We'll have a room in the morning for two days," She stated pulling her door closed.
"That will give use time to rest," The blonde nodded.
"And think of some insane escape plan," The darker haired woman rested her elbow on the inside of the car door before dropping her head into her hand.
"Why did we do it?" She asked helplessly.
"You know why," Fran frowned lightly.
"Yer, but this!" She turned to her friend with her bag in hand to motion to it.
"Is serious! These could be from some illegal, torcher, slave camp!"
"We just have to be careful," The blonde cringed.
"Yer like we have been already," Flo rolled her eyes before lowering the seat back so she could sleep.
"He had it coming," Fran grumbled, turning to lower her own seat.
Ok!
so...still getting started
but no worries... it will so kick off... i mean... how hard can it be to track down two "dangerous" women (he he)
if you haven guess already, i don't think Flo and Fran are all too dangerous... just very sneaky and stupid so far XD ahh the path to sweet revenge... again... it's all to come! he he!