Disclaimer: I do not own Now You See Me or any of its characters. I only own Jayime Sanders. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.
"Merritt McKinney, Daniel Atlas, Henley Reeves, Jayime Sanders, Jack Wilder. Arthur Tressler and the MGM Grand proudly present, the Five Horsemen!"
Five young adults walked out onto the stage. Three of them were men, while the other two were women. The women were in between the guys. The crowd cheered in approval and respect for the performers. Smiles graced their faces as they drunk in the crowd's applause. Being on stage gave an adrenaline rush that nothing else could bring. One of the men, the one wearing a fedora, stepped forward.
"Thank you. Tonight, we would like to try something that will, well, set us a bit apart. For our final trick, we're gonna do something never before seen on a Las Vegas stage. Or any stage for that matter." Merritt began.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we are going to rob a bank," Jayime announced with a Cheshire grin.
The crowd screamed.
"That's a lot of excitement for a crime."
"I'm getting excited! What about you people?" Henley yelled.
The crowd cheered even louder.
"Okay, okay. Please settle down." Daniel announced, shouting over the roar of the crowd, "Now, who here has a bank they would like us to rob?"
Multiple people in the crowd started to raise their hands. Some were furiously waving them back and forth.
"That's a lot of people with a vendetta. So we'll choose one at random then."
Merritt, Jayime, and Henley walked over with three tubs full of plastic balls.
"My associates will make sure it's random."
Jayime walked over to a section of people and had one of the audience members pull a ball out. She sneakily switched the plastic ball with the one in her sleeve and threw it to Danny.
"Thank you, Jay. Section B? Could Section B stand?"
One part of the audience stood, cheering frantically. Merritt was the next to throw a plastic ball at Daniel.
"Thank you, Merritt. We are looking at row number five. Where is that?"
After Daniel made that announcement, only a few people from the section remained standing.
"And Henley, could I please have a random seat number?"
Henley was the last one to throw Danny a ball.
"Oh. Lucky number thirteen."
"B-5-13 Where are you?" Jayime cupped her hands around her mouth as she yelled.
A guy stood up in the audience.
"Ah, there you are. Hi. Could you confirm for me that this is, in fact, your seat? B-5-13?" Danny asked.
"Yes." the guy replied, holding his ticket stub.
"Okay, wonderful. Now, could you please tell us your name and the name of your bank?"
"Well, my name is Etienne Forcier and my bank, it's Credit Republican de Paris," Etienne informed.
"French. Uh. Okay." Jayime mumbled.
"We were hoping for something a little more local." Danny added, "A kind of mom and pop credit union with no security. But that's fine. A promise is a promise. Could you please come up to the stage and we'll rob your bank."
Etienne started his trek to the stage as the audience cheered.
"And while he does that. There is someone here tonight without whom we would just be five magicians working the circuit, trying to get, well, trying to get here. You probably know this man, if not from one of the many, many companies he puts his name on. He is our friend, he is our benefactor. Mr. Arthur Tressler. Please stand up Art. Please stand up."
Arthur Tressler stood up from his seat with the VIP's.
"The only man here with the Queen's cell phone number." Merritt joked.
After Merritt said that, Arthur went to sit back down.
"Actually, please stay standing Art. I want to say that when we came to Mr. Tressler, we promise that, as a unit, we could become the biggest name in magic." Danny gushed.
"So we wanted to say 'thank you.' And by the way, Art, you notice on the sign out front, we made sure to put your name on the top." Henley added.
Arthur smirked slightly, taking in all the attention, "If you turn out to be as good as you think you are, dear girl, that won't be necessary much longer."
"We haven't done our closer yet. Why don't you watch it then you can decide for yourself. Ladies and gentlemen, Arthur Tressler!"
As Henley was distracting Arthur and the audience, Merritt was hypnotizing Etienne.
"Thank you." Danny took over again, "And, of course, once again, the Cardinal of Clairvoyance, Merritt McKinney."
Merritt walked towards the center of the stage, "Etienne, what Jack is bringing to the stage now, is what we in the magic world call a teleportation helmet. You will need to wear this as it will allow you to literally fold through space and time to your bank in the 8th?"
Etienne shook his head.
"9th Arrondissement."
"Yeah." Etienne nodded.
"Now, once you are there, we will be able to speak with you through this helmet."
Merritt placed the helmet on Etienne's head.
"Oh my god that's beautiful."
The audience chuckled.
"It has the added attraction of being very stylish. It's about time the French learned from America on that subject. Is that a beautiful piece of headgear?"
"Thank you, thank you." Etienne was soaking up the attention.
"It is."
"Thank you. Thank you very much."
"Mais oui. Mais oui."
"But, before you go anywhere," Danny started, "Could you please pick a card, any card. Not that card! No, that's an old American joke. You can take that one."
"Okay. This one?" Etienne pulled one out of the stack.
"Show it to your friends in section B, but not to us. Okay, great. Now, if you could just sign your name on the card. Right there. In English, if possible."
"That's good." Merritt nodded once.
"Put it in your pocket."
"And now for one tiny detail." Henley announced.
Henley and Jayime pulled scarves out of their sleeves. The scarves twirled and spun until a machine appeared.
"Now, Etienne, let's step into this cockamamie contraption. And I'll step off of it. It's 11:50 pm here in Las Vegas. That's 8:50 am in Paris. Your bank opens in less than ten minutes. We're going to count down from three and send you through the teleporter to your bank." Danny informed.
The audience counted with Danny.
"Three!
Two!
One!"
The machine smashed together, and Etienne no longer stood on the stage.
"What the fuck?" Merritt breathed.