Nine Billion Dollar Heist
*Co-authored with the pervy Lives in Dreams and TRDancer.*
Chapter Eight: Cue Explicit Words: Now
"You can say that again. But for all the money we're going to get, and the fun, it will hopefully be worth it."-Alice
Phase One: Part Two
APOV
Jasper and I were walking around the casino floor, paying attention to every little detail, stopping to take pictures whatever one of us noticed a fire exit or a CCTV camera. To everyone not in the loop, we looked like ordinary tourists. It was the perfect disguise.
After only an hour of taking pictures of everything both of us were beginning to doubt our chances – I could tell Jasper thought this too by his face. We found out that security changes every half an hour, but before any one person would leave they would spend a few minutes talking to the next guard. We couldn't get close enough to hear what, we could only guess. We thought they talked about anyone suspicious on the floor; we would need to be careful about that.
Roughly we had passed ten fire exits so far –a plus for us, it gave us an easy escape- but the place was loaded with CCTV cameras. I'll just say this, with the amount of pictures I've had to take, I'm glad that I upgraded my camera memory.
"Hey, Alice. What do you think those are?" Jasper asked, pointing to the roof with his eyes. "I've seen about five. They seem to be above every table." I looked up hoping that they weren't what I thought they were. I looked up above the blackjack table and there was a small white bullet shape with a black head. If you weren't careful, then you would shrug them off, thinking they had something to do with the fire safety or something.
I can't believe we made that mistake.
"Well, Alice. Do you know what they are?" Jasper repeated. I gulped – very uncharacteristic.
"Yeah, I do. They're called 'eyes in the skies'. They're little cameras above the tables. They're used by security to try and decide if someone is counting cards or if they're just getting lucky. I can't believe we over looked them. They really could be our downfall." I was already starting to panic; they really could get us thrown in jail.
"Shit."
"Yeah, I don't even think 'shit' covers it. Now pose so I can get a picture of you." He made some stupid pose with some big dumb ass grin and his 'jazz' hands on the side of his head. I started laughing and doubled over. Hopefully I missed him completely and got the camera.
I did.
I made a mental note to tell Edward that they were above every table. I walked with Jasper, who had his arm around my shoulder, looking for some more CCTV, security guards or anything that could be a threat to us.
Barely five minutes had passed and someone announced that they were bored.
"I'm bored. Let's do something fun for awhile," Jasper moaned.
"No. If we don't do this part of the plan properly we could end up killing ourselves."
"Yeah, and? If all we do is take pictures they could get suspicious and will figure out that what we are doing isn't random. I say we go play some games. We're in Las Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Plus, we're doing all the work tonight, whilst the others are having fun." Who could argue with logic like that? Also, I did want to have a break and spend some 'non business hours' with Jasper. I didn't spend enough alone time with him as I would like.
"Well . . . Okay, fine, but just half an hour. Edward will kill us if he sees us slacking."
"YES!" he shouted in a victorious way that I couldn't help but laugh at – in a good way of course.
"Okay, so what do you wanna do?" I asked, though I had a good idea what he was going to say.
"Poker." A devious grin crossed his face.
"Okay then. Let's go play some poker."
His hand was crap. He had the shittiest hand on the table. Yet he was winning. That's how good his poker face is.
There was an ace, king, and jack of the same suit on the table. I had checked other people's hands. People –not everyone- could beat him. All he had was a five and a two, of different suits. The last card came out – a three- and Jasper put that big fake grin on and a high bet of $1500. His last competitor made a smart, but if I'm not being bisect, stupid move.
"Fold," he said, passing the cards to the dealer. The grin on Jaspers face grew bigger and this time it wasn't fake.
"Thanks, guys. I could do with some new bumper stickers," Jasper said cockily with his stupidly sexy Texan accent.
He was receiving the chips when I noticed something out of the corner of my eyes. I turned around and there was Edward and Bella coming this way. Shit.
"For you, my lady." I turned my head to the side and Jasper was pointing to all his winnings.
"Thanks, but we've got to go," I hurried him, trying to shove the chips in my bag.
"Why?"
"Edward-"
"Well, fuck. I've only had one fucking game."
"Just move, his wrath will be worse than the casino security guards when –" Shit, please say I didn't just say that out loud. I looked at the table. Yup, I did. Everyone was staring at me with eager or confused eyes.
But lucky for me, Jasper performed well under pressure.
"You mean those guards at Atlantic city when Emmett decided to get pissed and annoy the guards?"
"Yeah, that time." Thankfully all eyes returned to the poker game, and Jasper and I were off.
I don't know how we ended up in a storage closet, we just did. I'm glad we did. Right now our lips were moving in synchrony and our tongues were fighting for domination. It was always fun to put up a fight. It made things . . . it made them more interesting.
Stupid Emmett, he just had to play his stupid prank at the wrong time. We had to leave the closet before I was finished with Jasper, it sucked. When we left, Jasper went to find Emmett so that they could begin operation 'R.I.P Volvo.' So, I went to find Rosalie. We were meeting at the slots in the far west, whilst the boys played their games.
I walked up to Rosalie where she was sitting, idly playing the slots. We were planning on seeing if there was a pattern to when the slots paid out. If we knew that, we were sure we would be able to decrease the number before they paid out.
"Hey. So found out what the number is?" I asked.
"Nope, I'm still trying," she answered, keeping her eyes on the slots.
"Right, okay. So, do you know why Jasper and Emmett are getting back at Edward?" This she turned around for and it was obvious that she was trying not to laugh.
"Well. Jasper and Emmett were in your room dancing to the 'Time Warp' in their boxers. And, well, Edward found them, recorded it and posted it on YouTube."
"You're kidding." I sat down and started randomly playing with the slots.
"Nope, so how did your photography time go?"
"It depends what you mean. Did the photographing go well, or do I think we can do it?"
"Do you think we can do it?"
"Well, I'll say this, if we do, then our names will go down in history—you just won some money."
"Great, I have to start counting now. So what did you find out that makes you think that?"
"The place is loaded with CCTV cameras. Security changes every half an hour, but they talk before they leave. Plus, they have 'eyes in the skies', which will make it harder to count."
"Wow, that will make everything interesting. I've still to get a look at the computer system; I don't even know how to get in. The guards here are tough."
"You can say that again. But for all the money we're going to get, and the fun, it will hopefully be worth it."
"Yeah, let's hope. But can you imagine what it's going to be like to play 'pretty girl'? That's got to be a laugh and . . ." But I stopped listening there, and my eyes focus in on the person staring at us. A casino guard, he was in hearing distance and he was staring at us. I don't know how long he had been there. He could have heard everything and if he did we were fucking dead. "Alice, Alice are you listening?"
"Rose, how long has he been standing there?"
"Who? The security guard, he's watches the slots, but he stands right under the camera."
"But he's standing just across from us." I lowered my voice in hope that he wouldn't hear us.
"What?" Rose also lowered hers and turned around to see him. When I saw her again she looked like she had seen a ghost. "Shit. Alice, we can't tell anyone about this. If we do, we will screw everything up."
"Yeah, you're right."
We turned around and played our individual slots, trying not to attract any more attention to ourselves. But we were only doing this for a few moments until Rose got the phone call, which mean we had to leave and go get our replacement car. Plus, we also heard someone shout "Get them!" though I wasn't entirely sure it was us they were referring to.
"Guess it's time to go," Rose said.
"Yeah, we better hurry up before someone notices us go out the back door."
We ran/power walked to the exit we were using and trying to find our car, hoping that we didn't just fucking screw up big time.
Dreamer: Yeah I had to leave out the part with Jasper and Alice in the closet cause I was silly and wrote it in my English pad and I think my teacher would have sent me to a psychologist if he saw it :D. So guys review and I'm sure TRD will update real fast.
Dancer: I'll update fast no matter what, I'm so bored—whoops, was I supposed to admit that? Fine, I'll withhold the chapter unless you review. Ugh, that looks gross, I hate when authors do that. Review or don't review, it's all the same to me. Reviews are not why I write, darlings, though they are lovely and taste like whipped cream.
Get yerself some TLaut pics to satisfy the cravings whilst you wait for my magic fingers to finish up the next chapter. :D
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