Damon
Klaus gathered the men together. Again he explained the plan thoroughly every step of the way, pointing to each person on who's responsible for which department in the hotel.
"Ian and I will go in first. Four of you will come with us. I want every man to have their weapon with them in all times. You hear me? At all times."
They all nodded.
"Dismissed."
The men left out the door, leaving me with Klaus alone. He lowered his eyes down at the blueprint, the architecture of the hotel.
"What do you think?"
"Good enough. Let's just see how it turns out in the end. When do we move?"
"Tonight. At nine sharp...Pack your knife just in case."
I nodded. "Alright."
He finally turned around and looked at me. "You're awfully quiet. What is the problem, my friend? Do you feel unconvinced that this plan might fail?"
I shook my head. "No. No of course not. I'm just not very thrilled babysitting a little kid."
"She's only seven. I'm sure once we take her she'll at least be capable of taking care of herself, except for the unstoppable crying and screaming."
"Well, her grandparents better act fast. Because if that little pipsqueak drop a tear on my shoe, it's over."
Klaus chuckled. "My friend, think of this plan the easy way. We are only taking a child for some time, and in the end we get the money. That is all that matters. After this job, we all might as well get a vacation for a few months or perhaps a year. Don't you have a girl back home, Ian?"
"Nah. All they want is my money. I can't take girls like that."
"It's silly that you don't have a girl. What's your story? There must be a story of the last girl you were with."
"Let's just say she was the most beautiful yet young woman I ever met, but I couldn't allow her to enter my life anymore. She would never be safe where I am right now. Neither would she understand my reasons of accepting this path...You of all people should know that. Speaking with all your women. And now a long term relationship for the first time with that gorgeous blondie of yours."
Klaus took my shoulder. "Don't compliment my lady in my presence, Ian. You know I am a jealous man."
"Oh hell. She's hot by the looks of her, but rest assure, and don't take this offensively, but she's not my type."
"What is your type?"
"A secret. It's a secret. Anyway let's get out of here and see how the boys are doing. The last time we left them alone, they almost burned down three cars loaded with my guns. I was pissed that day. If it wasn't for you, I could have killed them."
"This time I'm sure they'll be too frightened to displease you. Let's go."