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Chapter two : Meet the gang.

"Welcome to the family."

Lena eyed him suspiciously. "What?"

"Wel-come-to-the-fa-mily," Rusty repeated slowly. "Family...you know...mother, father...a large group of people who-"

"I know what a family is!" Lena interrupted.

"Oh, well then...welcome." Rusty smiled.

"I'm not understanding..." Lena mumbled and then began to blab in quick Russian.

"Umm...let's see. A friend and I have a...no. I belong to a band that...no. How can I say it?" he mused. "I'm part of an organisation that has robed 3 of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas, we are eleven no, actually we're twelve...anyway you are welcome to join our family."

Lena thought for a while. Her face looked serious and her concentration was obvious. "So, you are telling me that you are part of this group of twelve people who robed Terry Benedict's casino in Vegas?" Rusty thought for a while and then nodded. "Oh," she shrugged, "sure why not?"

"Great," Rusty smiled. "You can stay here, though you'll have to earn it."

"So you want me to work for you as a...what do you call them?"

"Nanny?"

"That, a nanny."

"Don't be ridiculous, I don't want you to work as a nanny," he paused. "Now that I come to think of it that German girl left this morning..."

"If you don't want me as your nanny...why do you want to work with me?"

"Uh, because...you are young and almost robbed an art museum." Lena looked at him blankly. "Look, my friends and I are planning to have another...adventure and we could use someone like you, that's all."

"So you don't want me as a nanny?"

"God, no." Rusty scoffed. "So, do we have a deal Ms. Nikolaev?" Lena nodded still not too sure if this was good. "Good. First thing is first...we'll need to get you some clothes before you meet the rest."

"The rest?"

"Yeah, Danny and the other guys...the rest. Trust me they'll love you."

"I don't like her," said Virgil Malloy once Lena had left the room. Ocean's eleven were once again together, this time in a room in Rusty's hotel.

"Come on Virgil you haven't even met her!" pleaded Rusty. Lena had dolled herself up as much as she could and she actually looked very pretty, or so he thought. Unfortunately not even the new and expensive clothes he had bought for her had been enough to impress the guys. "I'm telling you, she may not look like it but she's a pro. She robbed one of Moscow's biggest art museums."

"Nearly robbed, she nearly robbed one of Moscow's biggest art museum," Cleared Virgil.

Yen said something in Cantonese and Rusty seemed quite pleased. "Exactly, she's only 19."

"Well that doesn't make matters any better, she's too young...and a girl, man!" exclaimed Turk, Virgil's brother.

"So? She is as good as any other guy!" exclaimed Rusty. "We are in the twenty first century, a woman can do a man's job too, right?" The guys looked at him questioningly. "Did that sound too feminist?"

"Yeah," they all answered in unison.

"I still don't trust her," continued Basher. "There's something about her that just...I don't know...she's weird. I don't know if it's just me, guys? What about you Linus? You've been quiet..."

"Yeah, Linus we want to hear your opinion too."

"Uh..." Linus hesitated nervously. "I don't know."

"You... don't know?" Basher asked suspiciously. "You don't know..."

"Yeah, I don't know."

"Hmm...how can you not know! I mean you have to have an opinion about her...anything!" Turk exclaimed, taking Basher's side.

"Er...she...is young," Linus muttered. "Excuse me I'm going to get a soda, anybody wants one?"

"Yeah, bring me a coke please...a diet coke," said Virgil, receiving a odd look from his partners.

Linus nodded and left the room. the rest of the guys kept silent, thinking to themselves.

"What about you Danny?" Rusty asked looking at his best friend in the eye, trying to find the reason for his silence in them.

"I think she's perfect," Danny said. The rest, excluding Rusty and Yen, looked at him incredulous: Danny thought that weird girl was...perfect? It was just too hard to believe.

"If what you told me is true, then she is absolutely perfect for our next...job. She's young and talented and apparently she is a good actress. I say we give her a chance."

Rusty smiled widely. "Guys?"

Meanwhile, Linus walked down the corridor to a venting machine. As he draw nearer he heard someone humming a soft song. As he came even nearer he saw who it was. It was her . She looked just as he remembered: long straw-coloured hair and a nice figure. Yelena was introducing coins in the machine and trying to decide what she wanted to drink while she sang some patriotic Russian song.

Linus cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence. Lena turned around quickly and met his eyes with a menacing glare.

Lena's eyes seemed to soften a bit. "Oh, it's you," she said turning around again and pressing one of the machine's button.

"Hi," Linus greeted. "Nice song...the one you were singing a while ago..."

Lena turned around again, holding a can of Coca-Cola tightly in her hand. "Oh, you mean before you came and interrupted me?" she asked raising one of her brows.

"Uh...yeah," Linus said. "By the way," he continued, changing the subject, "what are you doing here?"

"The same you are doing," she said as a matter of factly.

"Yeah, I know...I mean, the other day, when I gave you a ride, I never imagined you were a...a thief, you know, you didn't even speak English!"

"I know," laughed Lena.

Suddenly they were invaded by an uncomfortable silence.

"So, you do speak English?"

"Yes."

"Good," said Linus. "Hey...if you do speak English why did you pretend you didn't understand a word of what I was saying?"

Just before she could answer, Rusty appeared round the corner. "Hey, we need you two back in there," he said

The three of them made their way back into the room where the rest of the crew was settled. They were all there sitting comfortably in the sofas.

Basher Tarr , Frank Catton , Virgil and Turk Malloy , Reuben Tishkoff , Livingston Dell, Saul Bloom, Yen and Danny Ocean, as Lena remembered them had their eyes fixated on her. she lowered her eyes and a faint blush filled her cheeks.

"Lena, the boys and I have spoken and we have decided to accept you in our,um, group," Rusty said.

Reuben raised his hand and hesitatingly said, "Are we really a...group, cause that's a bit vague I had thought about calling ourselves an organization but then that sounds a bit..."

"We'll talk about that later, Reuben," Rusty interrupted him. "As I was saying, I hope evryone of you makes Lena feel welcome," he continued giving a significant stare at Basher, Virgil and Turk. "Now that we are all here, I guess...Lena should tell us a bit about her." he nudged Lena who came forward and faced the group.

"Hello," she greeted them. "My name is Yelena Vladimirovich Nikolaev, I'm nineteen years old...but I'm going to be twenty in May," she added quickly. "I come from Moscow and...eh..."

"Tells us about the art museum,Lena," Rusty said.

"Oh, yes, the art museum. I robbed one and then the police was after me and then my father kicked me out and then I came here."

"What did you steal?" asked Frank.

"Oh, some paintings...but I just got them out of the museum and I had to leave them."

Frank nodded. "Pretty good," he said.

Lena smiled. "Spasibo," she thanked him.

"Ok, gentlemen," Danny said standing up from his seat by the window. "Let's talk about business..."

"Our new adventure, you mean?" Reuben asked.

"Yeah, that," Danny answered. "Anyway, I've been thinking about our friend Mr. Benedict and how he embarassed us last time and Rusty and I thought that it would be a good idea to get revenge..."

"The thing is, Terry Benedict has just opened a new casino in Las Vegas and most conviniently is even larger than his other casinos..." added Rusty.

"So if we rob Benedict's newest casino, not only we will prove to be the best but also..."

"Wait, prove to be the best?" interrupted Linus. "I thought we have already prove that, and besides you speak as if this was some kind of competition! There is nobody who will compete with us over this. Right"

Danny and Rusty lowered their faces as in thought. "Well, you see, we were reaching that part of the speech..." admitted Rusty.

"You see, this global crime organisation is the real thing...and every once in a while a competition is held to prove who is the ultimate thief. Thousands of people from all around the globe will be in it and the winner not only gets the satisfaction of being the best in the world but also the money and a price that's given by the rest of the thieves," explained Danny.

The guys and the girl stayed quiet. What Danny was offering them was dangerous and probably impossible to accomplish...then again, nothing was impossible for ocean's eleven (or twelve...)

"I'm in," said Lena. "Of course."

Danny smiled at her. "Does any of you remember François Tulour?" he asked. "Well, he'll be in this too."

"You mean in this too as in : he'll be in this competition too, and he'll compete against us, right?" Linus questioned.

"Eh...not exactly," muttered Danny. "Terry Benedict is his number one priority right now, he wants revenge...and I invited him to join us, he hasn't answered yet though."

"You invited him to join us?" Linus asked. "But he was our enemy!"

"Yeah, but hey, all is fair in love and war...and in crime."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I just liked how that sounded," Danny laughed a bit before continuing. "So, all settled, who's in?"

No one of course could resist such an offer, as thieves they all felt attracted to crime just as a moth is attracted to light. They all accepted, eventually.

Late that afternoon, once the rest of the gang had left, Rusty gave Lena a little tour around the hotel. They had just returned from outside, where the pool was, when Rusty's face lit up. He had a wide smile plastered on his face and his eyes shone, Lena thought it was the lighting in the room that made him look so adorable, but then she looked in front of him and she saw a tall woman not too far away.

Rusty jogged to where she was and they embraced and kissed so passionately that made Lena exclaim : "Get a room!" of course she said this in Russian, a very smart girl she was.

"What was that?" the woman asked.

"Oh, she is Lena," said Rusty. "My um..."

"Cousin!" Lena exclaimed. "Nice to meet, you, that's what I said."

"Right," Rust said. "Isabel, this is...Yelena my very distant cousin from Russia. Lena, this is Isabel the woman I love."

"Nice to meet you," Isabel said.

Rusty's answer felt like cold water dripping down her spine. The woman he loves? She mused. She smiled plastically and answered, "Nice to meet you too."

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