Authoress' Notes: So I have thousands of hits to this story, I am still stunned. This next chapter is slightly shorter than the others, but it ended where it needed to. Thank you, Thank you again for all the reviews, and favs and alerts. I feel like I've got a hit on my hands. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Ticket To Berlin: Part Seven
Berlin, Germany: 6:00pm (Saturday)
"Where's Will?" Moji questioned dark-skinned man, who towered over her.
"I sent him home." Damon pointed out. "Hey, why didn't you freak out about her kid?"
"Collins told me about the brat, before he sent me over here." Moji played with lace on her gothic-looking dress.
"And he sent you over for?"
"Supposed to get her ready for a dinner with Collins." She rolled her eyes and pointed to the shoe box and long garment bag hanging in the closet. "So?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Anything interesting happen?"
"I think I might have figured out why she's here." He smirked.
She folded her arms over her chest and pouted slightly, "No way. There is no way your theory was right. I haven't even been able to ask her yet. Did she say that you were right?"
"Well, no, but. . ."
"Ha bitch, that means it's still on." She snapped her fingers.
Damon looked down the hallway, "She really hates Collins, wouldn't say why though. Moji, I don't think. . ."
"Don't even start, Damon." Moji shook her head; she started to push him towards the door. "Go back to you room, drink with your boy, and don't think about it."
Damon got to the door and tapped the safety latch, "Don't let it close, you won't be able to get out."
She held up a plastic key-card, "Mine works both ways."
"Just like you, huh?" He winked.
"Go home, soldier-boy. I got her from here." They kissed each others' cheeks and Moji closed the door.
Letty walked out the bedroom, in her tank-top and shorts, and looked at Moji. "Collins sent you, to me around and ready?"
"Yeah, me and two guys out front." She nodded. "Good you showered. Sit." Moji motioned to the chair by the table.
Letty looked at the table, which was covered in hairstyling equipment and make-up. "Not like I have a choice."
"That's the spirit." Moji laughed and knelt by Letty's feet. She pulled at one of Letty's toes, "Fuck, boss-lady, have you ever had you toes done?"
"No." Letty tried curling her toes back, but Moji gripped her foot.
"Don't fidget." Moji sat cross-legged and started filing Letty's toe-nails.
"This is weird." She complained.
"You're telling me. I'm a world class thief." Moji continued wordlessly, before asking. "You have fun with Damon?"
"He took me and my infant son to a strip club."
She shook her head, "That boy just fails at life." She finished filing the left toes and moved on to the right ones. "He's a bad man, who just wants to be a good guy. Hand me that black nail polish."
Letty handed it down. "What do you mean?"
Moji chuckled. "It's a sad story. See, Damon joined the army to help people. You know: build bridges, protect orphans, and all that jazz. But he shot too good. I mean, Damon, just doesn't miss. So the British military made him a sniper: commendations, metals and lots of bodies."
She finished applying the polish and stood up. "He was their golden boy, until they found out about Will." Moji sat down in the chair next to Letty and started filling her fingernails. "Gave him a dishonorable and kicked him out. So Damon started working security, hits, and shit like that. But he always wanted to be the hero; it just didn't work for him."
Letty stretched in the chair slightly. "What about you? How did you get involved with Collins?"
"My folks are in the game, I just play it different." She finished rounding the nail on Letty's right index finger and scowled, "Is that engine grease?"
The Latina woman smiled, "I don't think I ever get rid of it all."
Moji scraped it out carefully and started painting Letty's nails with the dark polish. "So I've got a question for ya."
"Gonna be like Damon's questions?"
"Probably, since we have a bet going." Moji shrugged.
"You guys were betting on me?" Letty arched her eyebrow.
She laughed, "Yeah, 10g's for whoever, could figure out your back-story first. Before you say anything, let me see if I'm right. If I am and I win, I'll cut you in for 2g's."
"Make it 3 and I'll tell Damon you were right, myself." Letty smirked.
"You can't tell him, he'll know I bribed ya." The Chinese girl painted the last nail on Letty's right hand. She pulled over Letty's left hand, "So I noticed that you don't exist. I mean I lifted your wallet, the first day we met and there is no 'Leticia Reyes' that meets your description, anywhere. So I figure that you grew up in a rough area and someone pointed you on the right path. You even applied to the police academy, but you got picked for an undercover thing. Judging by your looks and how you drive car, I'm guessing street racing."
Letty was very glad that Moji was focused on her nails, so she couldn't see eyes nearly bugging out of her head.
"So you get in good with the crew, but then things so south. Someone gets hurt and you're standing at the crossroads." Moji set her hands in her lap. "Don't move those for a minute let them dry."
She grabbed a bottle of hair smoother and applied it to Letty's hair as she continued. "So you're at this crossroads: the lover or the law. You picked the lover and you've been running ever since. I'm guessing that Collins gave you the shot at this job, for that one last score you needed to retire."
Moji walked around to the front of Letty and asked, "Am I right?"
Letty nodded, which was a total lie.
"Sweet! I can't wait to tell Damon." Moji picked up a straightening iron. "Ugh this is gonna take forever."
Letty couldn't believe that Moji had just told her Brian's story. Damon and Moji were both wrong and it didn't matter.
.:.
The blinding light woke Letty, she'd dozed off; still tied to the chair. She could hear Compos talking to another man, who had a British accent.
"Braga, I'm not sure I understand. How is this girl going to win you back into favor with Eisenberg?"
"Collins, she's a professional. She says she planned that gas heist in the Dominican. And I believe her."
Letty realized that Compos was Braga; too bad she couldn't tell Brian. Of course none of that mattered now. She was as good as dead. The door opened and the two men walked into the room. Compos/Braga was glancing nervously at the blonde-haired man next to him.
"Hello, Love." He smiled. "My name is Brigham Collins and I understand that you are quite good at what you do."
"I'm the best and I'm not your love." She growled.
He chuckled, "It's a British expression, but alright. I have a heist planned and I need a driver, are you who I'm looking for?"
"Yeah, I can drive anything." If she could get into a car, then she could free.
The blonde pulled out a gun and forced the muzzle against Letty's stomach.
Her eyes widened in terror, without her meaning them too.
"Yes, that has your attention doesn't it? My colleague tells me that you begged for the life of your unborn child, here." He pushed the gun into her belly for emphasis. "So, you and I will have rules. You will do whatever I ask, when I ask, and however I ask it, and in return I will never harm your child. How does that sound?"
"Like I'm working for you."
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"You in there, chica?" Moji tugged on lock of Letty's nearly completely straightened hair.
"Yeah." Letty took a drink from the glass of water. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Moji put the last hair pin in Letty's elegant up-do and walked around to face her. She looked at the curls she left down to frame Letty's face and nodded. "I put make-up on you and you ain't gonna recognize you."
"Great." Letty scoffed, "Where did you pick up Spanish?"
Moji explained. "I was trained to pick locks and shit in Lisbon, by a man, who whacked me upside the head with a stick if my Spanish wasn't perfect." She laughed at the memory of it and picked up the make-up compact. She covered Letty's face with foundation and grabbed the eye make-up.
"You got trained to pick locks?"
"Yup." Moji nodded and grabbed Letty's chin. "Close your eyes." She lined them carefully with the dark color and leaned back. "You really have good features."
"I'm not a Barbie doll." Letty opened her eyes and looked at the table again. "What's the tape for?"
"That's to make sure your girls don't fall out of your dress."
"Fuck."
Berlin, Germany: 9:15pm (Saturday)
"You were right, the view is amazing." Gisele stood near one of the windows of The Günnewig Rheinturm. The restaurant was high-top one of the high-rises in Berlin, giving patrons a breathtaking view of the city.
Han Lue, however was only interested in the view of the woman in front of him. She hadn't been joking about the dress. He defiantly hadn't been with her when she bought it. It crisscrossed across her front, covering enough to be decent, but giving peeks of her skin. The skirt was high cut in the front, but long in the back, the brown fabric seemed to floated as she walked. It was a dress meant for a model and it looked perfect on her.
"You haven't heard a word I've just said have you?"
"Not a single one." He admitted.
She smirked and looped her arms through his as they were led to their table. "This place is amazing. Where did you hear about it?"
"A friend of a friend."
Berlin, Germany: 9:15pm (Saturday)
Letty was sure of two things at this moment: she was going to break her ankle in these god-awful heels and the tape that Moji used on her was never gonna keep her boobs in this green dress.
Collins had a tight grip on her arm, as he led her up the stairs.
The maître smiled at them, "Welcome to The Günnewig Rheinturm."
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