Joel Connell: Sometimes people just see no other option before they turn to even more dangerous ways to ease their traumas. It's human! And yes, there's no telling whether it could've driven Gwen over the edge completely if the guard didn't make it!

Flashlight237: I don't mean to sound like a common clickbait article, but the truth will shock you!

Derick Lindsey: I could give a lengthy explanation on what could or is going to happen, but I rather suggest you go read it instead! It's much more fun that way! I can tell you though, she may've found a good way to deal with the guilt!

Jster1983: Wow, is that what you really think? That'd make a really unexpected twist! If you consider the possibility of Noah scolding her though, I don't know what'd be the better choice for her though!

Applauze: You and me both know that Noah is perhaps not the most dangerous person among them, right? :D

Great Story Alert: I have to stay brief, but I got to say that you have some really interesting insights into some things as you made some really good points regarding Gwen's attitude! Though at the same time, you should consider that she turned to heroin out of sheer despondency! It doesn't fully excuse anything, but it's an explanation! Furthermore, let's see what you'll think of her after this chapter!

And an epilogue with all characters would be a little too much, but stories do usually have a satisfying ending nonetheless!

ChrisMustSuffer: That you had thought up more than three scenarios is baffling me enough as it is already! And of course, Chris has a lot coming. But after that incident with that guard last chapter, I'd doubt everyone would be in favor of just tossing him off a cliff! However, maybe there are more satisfying ways to deal with him... but I'm not telling anything! Lastly, yes, life got in the way of the story, but if it wasn't for Applauze here, we wouldn't have even continued! Be grateful to him for convincing me!

Guest: Now that you mention it, Gwen does have a history of really bad judgment and decisions... never fully realized that! And no problem for the shoutout! :D

RevengeBestCold: Please! Those are all professional-grade works of art while this is much more of a hobby project to vent our ideas with! It's not that I appreciate the compliment, but do know what you're comparing this to! :]

You also have a really elaborate on how Chris should be dealt with! I bet you're rearing for the big climax, are you? :)

Good grief! Replying to these reviews is a chore on its own! But it's worth it! :D

I'm sorry for giving rather short responses compared to others, but I don't want to constantly have to repeat the same to you or others. Just know that we really appreciate getting such dedicated reviews!

Contrary to the norm, Applauze wrote this chapter! As such, he gets to conclude this author note as well!

Hello hello everyone! I'm back with another chapter that I've been working on. You guys might have wondered where I've been for the past few months. I was busy completing my first year of college and didn't have as much time to write due to all of the work I had to do for my classes. That being said, I'm off for the next four months so expect some great contributions from me. I've mentioned to Warrior that this third heist is my favorite one since it deals with stolen art, a subject that I've read and studied quite a bit. But I shouldn't keep you guys from the story! I'll resume this at the bottom of the page! c:

Chapter 11: The Art Of The Bargain

Following her arrest, Gwen couldn't help but wonder how she got herself into this mess. While it took her two months to get hooked on heroin, it took her fifteen minutes to get hooked off of it. When she called her mother and told her what happened, it was in no time that she was at the police station bailing Gwen out. Gwen was rewarded with a fifteen-minute car ride back to her apartment in which her mother gave her a mouthful of such strong enough language that Gwen decided right then and there to never even go near heroin ever again. She felt like she was sixteen all over again.

To say that her mother was hurt would be an understatement. Her mother was furious. The normally calm woman who looked out for her daughter gave such a tongue lashing that left Gwen in tears. Fortunately, Gwen wasn't verbally battered enough to come up with a excuse as to why she began doing heroin in the first place, claiming that she had engaged in a rather dark part of the local artistic underground which left a bit of a habit on her. Gwen had to agree to go to a local rehab center and to give her mother control of her finances until she was clean. Fortunately all the money of her share had been funneled by now, so her mother wouldn't come across any suspicious deposits to her account.

Furthermore , her mother decided to not move her out of her apartment, which was a blessing as Gwen did love living there, but always called three times a day and checked in at least once a week to make sure she was not falling off the clean wagon. While Gwen was hurt by her mother's actions at first, she came to realize that it was being done because her mother loved her so much and didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

The same, however, couldn't be said for her consciousness. Although she did eat a little and slept some, Gwen's mind was still feeling guilty about Whistler. No matter how many times she assured herself that it was the right thing to do, her mind pointed out the great wrong she committed not only toward herself but toward society. Finally, she couldn't handle the burden anymore. Although her mother was still skeptical, she did get Gwen a new phone since Scarlett had accidentally smashed hers back at the cabin. She was relieved that her contacts transferred over and proceeded to call Noah, hoping that he would answer.

To her relief, Noah did answer. "Hello?"

"Hey," Gwen replied.

"Oh hey, I didn't know who this was for a moment."

"Sorry about that. I had to get a new phone since Scarlett smashed mine at the cabin."

"That's understandable. What do you want?"

Gwen paused a moment, fearful of what his reaction might be. "I need to talk to the rest."

"Wait, the rest?" Noah asked.

"Well, what other rest would I be talking about?" She added.

Noah hated to admit it over the phone, but Gwen did have a point. "Oh, you know what I mean. So why do you need to talk with the others?"

"I actually need to talk to everyone, including you."

"How come?"

"Well-" She paused. Gwen was at a crossroads on how to answer, but didn't know what path to take would be the safe one. But then she remembered seeing the graffiti following her arrest. "- I want to discuss a potential target we could do next."

"Another target?" Noah asked, both confused and skeptical. ''We better train our focus on Chris's headquarters. I'd say we know the ropes by now.''

"I don't think so," Gwen contradicted.

Noah sighed. He wasn't sure what Gwen was about, but wanted to hear her out nonetheless. "Fine. When do you want us to meet up?"

"Actually, I was thinking that we could do it over Skythe. That way, we don't have to meet up anytime soon and we can discuss it from the convenience of our apartments."

"Hmm, that might work out better since I believe Scarlett's in Montreal right now and Geoff's at his family ranch since he quit the trucking job I assigned him to."

"Wait, he did?"

"Yes, he did, immediately when he came back from hauling our take. I'm not too happy with him right now since him stopping so soon could've compromised all of us."

"Huh. I never thought he had it in him." Gwen remarked, slightly impressed that Geoff finally stood up for himself a little. She would have to high five him the next time she saw him.

"Neither did I, but I can see what the others can do about the call. However, since it's your idea, you'll have to decide when the call will be. So you should talk to the others and see what works best for them."

"Well, what about you?"

"Honestly, Gwen. You should know me by now. I'm free for whenever you want to do it as long as it has significance."

"It'll will have.'' Gwen promised. ''Alright, Noah, I got the message. I better call the others up right away."

"Yeah, good luck on that."

After several phone calls and conversating with the others, Gwen managed to figure out that a Friday night call would be the best option for everyone. Before she knew it, it was sundown on Friday. It was almost time for the call.

Gwen checked her watch and saw that it was the correct time. She logged onto her laptop and opened up Skypthe. When the blue S opened up the app, she went to the group she had made earlier that morning. She clicked on it, saw that everyone was online, and pressed video call.

After a moment of connection, a black screen appeared with Gwen's face in the corner. "Hello?" She asked.

"Hey, Gwen!" Came Geoff's somewhat tired voice as his camera turned on. "This is the first time I've used this since I worked in the pizza shop. I'm surprised it's still working." [1]

"Glad to see that you didn't have much of an issue figuring it out then?"

"Oh no brah, it was easy. Say, where is everyone else?"

It was as if on cue, Duncan, Cody, and Noah turned their cameras on and appeared on the screen. "I'm surprised we're all here," Duncan commented.

"No. We're still missing Scarlett." Noah pointed out.

"She should be on at any moment. She told me that she was on the phone with someone, but didn't specify who it was." Cody added.

True to Cody's word, the sixth, and final, screen, turned its camera on, and there sat Scarlett. "Sorry for the delay in communication. I had an urgent matter of business to attend to. Now, shall we get started with this emergency meeting?"

"Well, it's not quite an emergency meeting. I lied." Gwen nervously remarked.

"Then, what is this about?" Noah asked with a raised eyebrow. "For once, I'm generally confused and I'm sure everyone else is also." The other four members were in agreement with Noah. "Just tell us. We all know that in a heist group, there are no secrets."

Gwen paused for a few moments, trying to get her thoughts together. "So you guys want to know the truth?"

"That would be nice for a change." Duncan inquired.

"Oh shut up." Gwen hissed. "Alright. You all will receive the truth." Before she began, she made a mental note to refrain from the heroin usage and arrest. That was to remain hidden from the others no matter the cost. "Ever since we robbed the bank back in Whistler, my mind's been nothing full of guilt. It's not guilt from the rush and the excitement of it, but the guilt that what if we took a person's life savings? What if we ruined their lives? What if they lost the last of their fortunes as a result of our actions?"

"Well, I say tough luck on them. I-"

"Guys, let's just hear her out," Geoff interrupted.

Gwen appreciated the support from her friend before continuing. "This guilt has weighed on my mind for quite some time, and while I've tried to shut it down and eliminate it, it keeps becoming a stronger essence within my mind. It consumes me whole. That being said, it made me think of something."

"Which is?" Scarlett inquired, crooking one eyebrow as a hunch crept onto her that she wasn't going to like what Gwen thought up.

"It made me think about a conversation I had with Scarlett both prior to the mansion and Whistler heists." Scarlett froze in surprise as she honestly didn't expect it involved her. "Scarlett, I remember you mentioning that Chris had acquired lots of illegal art over the years and how you know the number of stolen artworks and where they came from. However, you've not told me the whole story. You've mentioned to me that you have a collection of documents dealing with the art, what pieces Chris has, and where they might be; but you've not shown me any of the documents or if it's even true."

This infuriated Scarlett since she had always been truthful. "Well, of course, it's true! Why else would I have been working on some of the documents when we were in Whistler? I remember when Cody took me skiing that some of the papers got wet and those were the same ones you saw me drying over the fire."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Noah inquired, clearly not happy at Scarlett. "You mean to tell me that you've been sitting on a wealth of information for a potential heist this whole time and didn't even bother to tell me in the slightest?!"

"I have several reasons not to since this is my personal project and I never even considered risking it through one of our undertakings. But also because this is Chris who we're dealing with, the same Chris whose made all of our lives miserable!" Scarlett pointed out.

"Guys, let's not tear Scarlett to shreds. She might've had a good reason for holding back on this." Cody inquired, coming to her defense. For once, she appreciated Cody coming to her aid.

"Okay, since we clearly know that Scarlett is not lying, I want us to stage a heist and retrieve Chris' illegal art and-"

"Woah there. We just robbed a bank. Do you have any idea how difficult robbing Chris is going to be of this? Especially when we already have our sights set on another target of his?" Duncan acknowledged.

"I don't care. My mind is made up. If we don't retrieve the art, which will put my mind to ease about the potential of ruining someone's life as a result of our actions, I will turn myself into the police and confess about robbing the bank."

It was as if on cue, a bomb had exploded within the group.

Everyone was angry that Gwen would even dare to consider turning herself in. Cries of "Are you crazy?!" "Do you have any idea what this will do to us?" and "You'll drag all of us under with this" came from the others, except Noah.

"Hold on a moment." He stated. "We might be able to find a way of this gunk. Gwen, what do you want to do with the art? Sell it on the black market?"

"Absolutely not! That would defeat the purpose of the heist." Gwen staunchly stated.

"Then if you don't want to sell the art? What is your purpose?"

Gwen sighed. She knew that her answer was not going to be well received. "I'm wanting to take the art and drop it off somewhere so that it can be picked up and returned to its rightful owners."

This prompted even an angrier sea of objections.

"This is a bad idea! Why would we risk our necks for something that won't grab us any dough?" Duncan asked.

"For once, Duncan is right. I mean, I know that your heart is in the right place, Gwen, but I still have some serious debts to pay off. A heist without any reward doesn't seem like a good investment in the long run." Cody pointed out.

"I just want to get away from being on the road, so you can count me in," Geoff added. This gave Gwen some major relief since she had a sympathetic supporter for her cause amongst a highly toxic group at the moment. ''However, I didn't do so to constantly have to get back into the cab, so we're cool on this, but don't do it again.'' He warned, souring her relief a little.

Noah, meanwhile, sat in deep thought for quite some time. He was pondering on what to do. He heard Gwen's reasoning for the heist and heard the objection of the others. He considered the positives and the negatives. He finally broke his silence. "I say we do it."

"What?!" Came everyone else. "Why?!"

"It's simple. If we take Chris' illegal collection, it would be a dagger pointed toward his heart. There's no telling how much his collection is worth and if we take it right under his nose, not only will he lose a great leverage of wealth. Better yet, if this art is as hot as Gwen claims, he can never get them back again. After all, if he reports stolen art that was stolen from him, the authorities will probably want to have a good talk with him.'' Noah explained, to the still incredulous or angry others. ''Besides, the experience we do up can always come in handy.'' He offhandedly added, though doing so was reluctant as it did nothing to convince the others anymore.

"Scarlett, how soon can you come back to Vancouver with the documents? I'd like to start on this right away."

Scarlett quietly growled and rubbed her knuckles as a way to collect herself for her response. "Well, unfortunately, I have events going on for the next few weeks that I can't get out of," Scarlett replied, while glaring at Gwen but not to a point that gave away her rage. "Could you all meet me at my apartment instead? That way, we can discuss the plans there and I can make sure that I have some time off afterward."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea-"

"Oh come on, Gwen! I say we should at least do so. After all, she does have the documents and you kinda owe her one for putting her on the spot."

"Hey! I thought you were on my side, Cody!"

"Well, Cody does have a point. I second the idea that we should meet at Scarlett's place. After all, we do owe her that since she's been quiet most of the call. Do you have any objections to this?" Noah asked.

"None at all." Scarlett neutrally stated.

''Solid.'' Duncan curtly replied before he cut the connection, followed by the others on very short notice.

''Goodbye to you too, pricks.'' Gwen grumbled as she was left surprised and annoyed by the crass way their conversation ended.

Scarlett placed her cup of tea down and looked at the computer. It had been some time after the call and the auction for Da Vinci's Salvator Mundi had just started. She had called earlier and found out that a associate of Chris would be bidding on the painting on his behalf. While she knew that the painting would go far beyond her price range, she had no interest to buy it now but rather to have a little bit of fun and to be a bidder that'd solely drive up the prize and make the painting cost Chris more than he expected.

As she placed a bid for 40 million, only for it to go up five million a second later, she was reading the news on her phone when she came across this headline:

"Former Total Drama Contestant Gwen Detweiler arrested following major drug bust."

"Wha-" Scarlett started to say before going silent. She placed her tea down and after seeing that the Mundi had gone up to 85 million, made a bid for 90 million, she scrolled down to read more.

"Following a major drug bust in Sudbury, Ontario, at a drug dealer hideout known locally as the Brown Mill 43 people were placed under arrest and charged with the possession of heroin. One of the people arrested was Gwen Detweiler, a former competitor from the reality show Total Drama. Following her arrest, she posted bail and will be expected to appear in court this week."

After Scarlett finished reading the article, she took her glasses off and rubbed her head. Even the most intelligent and brilliant women have their limits and with both Gwen putting her in the hotseat and her arrest, it was only a matter of time until Scarlett herself would finally be pushed over the edge.

But for now, she was fuming. Scarlett was so angry at what she just read that she forgot about the auction and closed her laptop to sit in complete silence. She tried to drink her tea, but her hands were so shaky that she spilled it all over her dress. Scarlett simply couldn't believe it. This confirmed what she had already thought of; that Gwen is receiving superior priority over her and everyone else despite her serious incompetence. Why else would Noah agree to rob Chris of his art? Why else would she do this? To spite her? To undermine her? To show that she needs to be above everyone else? Despite this heist aiding her own personal interests, Scarlett was in no way pleased. Instead, she was seething with anger over the circumstances how it'd come to be; being blackmailed by a useless, drug-addled woman who inexplicably got her way.

These questions kept floating within her mind. But, instead of fuming, she saw the questions as an opportunity. Obviously, none of the others knew about what happened to Gwen since if they did, they would've mentioned it during their call. This proved to be vital for Scarlett. She was going to turn the tables on Gwen and use this to get her agendas across. As she reopened her laptop to check on the auction and requested another cup of tea, she smirked widely. "I believe I can use this to my advantage."

The day they met would come faster than they fully realized.

''This better be worth it." Gwen mumbled as they stood outside of Scarlett's apartment, a rather stately looking building in Quebec City. "I don't see why we had to come here to get the documents."

"You shouldn't be complaining there, Pasty. You wanting to rob Chris of something else than we bargained for and got us into this mess." Duncan replied.

"Oh go stick it where the sun doesn't shine!" She hissed.

Duncan just glared at her and mumbled, "Whatever" under his breath before lighting up a cigarette.

"I'm just glad to be off of the road for once," Geoff commented. "I joined this group to make money, not waste my time driving lumber trucks like I did before."

"I'm not going to respond to that," Noah added, before noticing that they were one short. "Hey, where's Cody at?"

"He said that he went to a nearby shop to get something, but I have no idea why he went." Gwen answered.

"Does he know that it's crunch time, not leisure time?" Duncan grunted before taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I wouldn't be too hard on the dude. Maybe he's trying to find a house gift for Scarlett."

"Please. The twerp likes her, though he's trying to not get too far ahead." Duncan answered after puffing out.

"And how do you know this?" Noah inquired, mildly curious.

"Well if you were locked together in a cabin for a whole night and didn't want to sleep together, you both learn a thing or two about each other." Duncan complainingly responded, forcing a smile out of the others.

Shortly after, they heard a car horn honking at them and saw Cody drive up and park next to where they were. "Sorry, I'm late guys! I had to stop by a shop two blocks from here to get Scarlett this."

He held up a box of Wiener Backstüberl Vanillekipferl cookies. [2] "They're an Austrian delicacy."

"While that's touching, we've wasted enough time already. Let's just get this over with." Gwen declared before they approached the front door.

The five of them headed into Scarlett's apartment building. Luckily for them, she lived on the ground floor, in apartment 1N. It took them just a moment to find the apartment door. Noah knocked on the door.

Scarlett opened the door wearing a flowing plum kimono and had her hair tied back in a long ponytail, making her look more tranquil than the others knew her to be. "Hello everyone. So glad you all made it. Won't you come in?"

When they entered her apartment, they found that it had a lot of antique furniture and fine art. What caught their immediate attention upon entering was the massive portrait of Scarlett on top of the mantel, sitting sideways in a chair while wearing a period costume. [3]

"A bit elegant don't you think?" Noah questioned.

''I'd rather call it obnoxious.'' Duncan deadpanned.

"Oh, you mean the portrait?" Scarlett asked. "Well, it was a gift for my eighteenth birthday from my parents. They commissioned one of Canada's finest portrait painters to paint me over a period of several weeks." She explained as she watched the portrait and feeling a unusual pride again because of it.

"I brought you a little something," Cody added, handing Scarlett the box of cookies.

She was hesitant to accept Cody's gift, but when she saw what was in the box, a smile formed on her face. "I've not had these ever since I was a little girl. I've been wanting some for the longest time. Did you get these from the bakery not far from here?"

"I did," Cody humbly replied. "According to the bakers, they're bringing them back to Canada after almost ten years of being only available in Europe."

"Well, I'll definitely have one more item to purchase when I go there every week. Thank you, Cody."

"No problem, Scarlett."

"How ironic that you bought me an Austrian delicacy when I made another kind of Austrian delicacy this morning. I also made coffee so that we could have refreshments while talking strategy. Is that okay with everyone?"

"Yes." Everyone replied.

"Okay, let me go get my coffee set and we'll get started." Scarlett motioned her hand toward the furniture. "Do sit down. Make yourselves comfortable." She left the living room and just as when Duncan and Geoff were about to sit down, she yelled out, "And do not put your feet on the coffee table or lay down on the sofas! I will castrate you if you ruin my furniture!"

Scarlett went into the kitchen and saw her coffee set all ready to go. She was about to head back into the parlor when she heard her phone ring. Curious as to who would be calling her, she decided to see who it was. "Hello?" She answered.

The remainder of the heist group was sitting around in quietness until they heard Scarlett's yelling coming from the kitchen. Obviously, someone was in a big heap of trouble.

"It's incredible!" Scarlett yelled over the phone. "Sixteen years and not a trace of it! It couldn't have vanished into thin air!" She paused for a moment. "Are you sure you searched everywhere?" [4]

The answer she got obviously didn't satisfy her. "- and what about the mountain caves? The forests? The towns?"

She listened to the person on the other end of the line until they commented something that made her eyes widen.

"Why you little-" Scarlett had finally reached a snapping point. "You Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles!" The others sat in horror as they heard Scarlett throwing objects around in the next room and had to duck as a telephone came flying into the room. "Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the art world."

The others couldn't help but raise an eyebrow over what Scarlett said, but decided that they would try to figure out what she meant later on.

She came back into the living room a moment later carrying the coffee tray. "I apologize for the delay. I had an unexpected phone call that had to be dealt with. Anyone care for some Sachertorte with your choice of Konsul, Türkischer, and Schwarzer coffees?" [5]

Everyone looked at each other a little wide-eyed since they heard Scarlett going crazy over the phone, but acting civilized and calm around them. "Did I miss something?"

"No, you didn't miss anything at all."

Scarlett raised an eyebrow at this but shrugged it off as she sat down and passed out slices of the Sachertorte. After everyone grabbed their delicacies and coffee, Scarlett placed a briefcase next to the coffee set.

"What is that?" Gwen asked.

"This briefcase contains all of the documents dealing with Chris' art collection, what pieces he has, where they came from, and when he acquired them." Scarlett commented as she unlocked the briefcase. ''Unfortunately, the only topic that isn't mentioned is where they went after Chris took them off of me.'' She added, slightly disappointed. She looked up at Gwen and gave her a frightening look. "This will show that I never go back on my word."

Gwen felt her heart almost beating out of her chest when she saw the look Scarlett gave her. She never knew that Scarlett would have this much venom within her, but to her dismay, she saw that the others didn't quite catch on. This made her wonder why Scarlett was acting this way. She thought that she'd be pleased that they were going after Chris, but found that she was annoyed to some degree. Gwen made a mental note to potentially discuss this with Noah in private.

Scarlett opened the briefcase and laid out all of the papers on the table. Before Gwen went up to reach them, Scarlett slapped her hand away.

"Ow! What was that for!" Gwen called, retracting her hand back.

"I have a slight condition." Scarlett formally announced.

"And that is?"

"In return for the documents and my help in robbing Chris' illegal art collection, I want to decide what pieces will be found and what painting is to be kept for my own usage."

"And why should I allow you to do this Scarlett?"

"Because I'm not going to be upstaged by anyone on this team. Retrieving this art has been my brainchild for years, Gwen. You may think this to be your heist and that you get to call the shots, but I should have the final say!"

"What if I refuse?"

"Oh, you don't want to even go there with me." Scarlett flash a wicked grin. She turned back into the suitcase and picked up a lighter. "If you refuse, all of the documents will become ashes in a matter of minutes. Considering that I have the only copies and also can refuse to help, think about this carefully."

Scarlett picked up an envelope that had all of the photos of the artwork. She opened her lighter and was about to move the envelope to the flame when Gwen shot up. "No! Wait! I'll let you keep whatever you want! Just don't burn them! They're the only way I can justify my wrecked conscious." She begged.

This submissive plea pleased Scarlett enough that she promptly closed the lighter and placed the envelope back on the table. "A pleasure doing business. Now with that little matter taken care of, shall we get started?"

All of the others nodded in agreement, clearly afraid to even consider crossing Scarlett now that some of her claws had come out. Gwen was a bit shook up, but calmed her nerves by drinking some coffee and passing the documents. Scarlett smirked as she took one of the cookies Cody had got her and opened up her laptop to find the articles she found over the Mundi that morning. She had managed, for a time being, to keep her cool but to put Gwen in her place and show that she would not tolerate being second fiddle to the group's most socially important heist to date.

However, little did she know that this would just the tip of her problems and she would find an unexpected solution from someone in the group and start to appreciate them just a little bit more than a friend.

[1]- This is a reference to Warrior's "Night Terrors" story. It talks about Geoff getting a job at a pizza parlor and what strange things might occur after sunset. I would highly recommend it for those who are familiar with the Five Nights at Freddy's game (which sadly I'm not, but it's still a good read nonetheless).

[2]- This translates to Vanilla Croissant Cookies.

[3]- The painting is similar to the one Fanny Trevills, played by Bette Davis, posed for Job Skeffington, her future husband, in the 1944 film Mr. Skeffington.

[4]- Of course there had to be a Maleficent reference from 1959's Sleeping Beauty. Scarlett seems to be a combination of Yzma, in terms of scheming, and Maleficent, in terms of anger. :P

[5]- The Sachertorte is an Austrian chocolate cake with apricot jam in the center. It was invented by Franz Sacher in 1832 for the Royal Viennese Court. The Konsul, Türkischer, and Schwarzer are variations of coffees that are served within Austria. The Konsul is black coffee with a small spot of unwhipped cream. The Türkischer means "Turkish one" and is grated coffee boiled for a long time in water with sugar and served very hot, with the grains still in the cup. The Schwarzer is strong black coffee that is normally consumed with a lot of sugar but served without it.

Some of you may question why Scarlett was a dominant character in this chapter. Well given her background as an art historian and being the one who acquired the stolen art for Chris, only to get double-crossed, Scarlett's not going to be undermined by anyone else. She wants her revenge on Chris just as much, if not more than the others. And seeing her short temper shows that someone's going to get hurt in the process of their biggest heist to date.

Well, I do hope that you guys have enjoyed this! I'm excited to see what direction our gang will head off to next. Warrior and I still have a lot of twists and turns left to unveil. Why we've only seen the tip of the iceberg! c:

Until next time! Please read, review, favor, alert, and spread the word!

-Applauze and L.W.