Chapter 3
My Future: Ten Thousand Bucks
"This champagne is excellent Danny, where did you get it? I thought you said you were low on cash." Rebekah stared at the half full glass in her hand, and looked up into Danny's sky blue eyes.
He smiled. "Well, that wasn't quite true. I still can live in class." He confessed.
"Do you have the muscle ready? We have to think about that before we celebrate." Rebekah set the glass down resolutely on the side table.
"As well as can be expected. A thousand bucks for each of them sound okay?" Danny questioned her, raising his own glass to his lips.
"That depends on how many people?"
"Eight, that's five more than the team mind you. Just in case we have a few, er, miscalculations. I made sure they're all armed to the teeth."
"Good, then in the end, that leaves ten thousand for the two of us to share." Rebekah murmured, combing her fingers through her inky black hair. She looked up at Danny with wide, hazel eyes. "This won't be easy, Danny, you know don't you."
"I trust in your memory to help us out of that. All we need, is a solid plan…" He trailed off as Rebekah shushed him.
"Let me think about that, Danny."
"What about your sister, think she's trustworthy? After all, she did seem a little unwilling to help out, and if it hadn't been for your persuasion…"
"She probably would have alerted them by now. I trust her Danny. I don't think she wants to do this, but she'll do it for me, and for father. She can't deny that it was murder on the A-team's part! After all, when sending a poor, old man to prison, you can't exactly expect that he will live the rest of his life long and uneventful!" Rebekah fumed.
Danny patted her back comfortingly. He knew how she felt. Losing a family member could make the water works start even more than losing an old friend. And the fact that his brother had been nabbed as soon as he set foot in the states…alright so Winston had killed a guy, but that man had been trespassing on their property, there wasn't a law against shooting trespassers, as far as Danny knew.
"You just tell, Carson, or whoever it is that you've chosen as your second in command to keep his men ready at all times; we could be on the A-team's scent anytime now. If they can play the L.A. underground game, so can we." Rebekah closed her eyes wearily. Finally, after five years of misery, anger and bitterness, she would be able to take down the people she hated most. Now, she could sleep without worrying about what the next day held.
"Will do. Don't you think you should have a bug, or something trained on your sister, after all, she might try something, and you can't be sure that she won't." Danny persuaded. But in fact, he didn't trust Rebekah's sister himself. He hadn't heard much about the girl, and all he had seen of her, was at the few meetings they had had over the past week. She was a nice enough girl, but not of the same make as Rebekah. Rebekah was cool and efficient, with barely any personality, like a sort of robot. Sadie smiled more, laughed more, talked more. She was energetic and adventurous, with a touch of bravery and street-smarts which were needed in the big city. She could easily lose pursuers in a crowd.
"You don't trust her, do you?" Rebekah asked suspiciously, not even opening her eyes as she asked the question. She was too tired to move.
"It's not that I don't, but I'm afraid she'll try to pull something that will jeopardize all our plans. I mean, she didn't seem too willing to work with us on this anyway. What's to stop her tipping the A-team off?" Danny exclaimed defensively. He didn't want Rebekah to know that he didn't trust her sister. After all, what was the point? She could just as easily be innocent.
"I trust my sister. And anyway, even if she does tell them, they'll come after us, and we'll have them in the open. They'll be easily taken care of then." Rebekah mumbled in response. All would be taken care of, she promised herself. And nothing would go wrong. She would make sure of that.
