Chapter 35: A Deal With The Devil.
Five minutes later Alex had been un-cuffed and dryed off. Now she had to bring herself to face Michael.
Hesitantly, Alex picked up her cell phone and dialed his old number. Michael picked up on the second ring.
"Mike here, what's up," he said casually in his all too familiar tone that brought back so many memories.
"Hey Michael it's Alex," she managed to stutter.
"Sorry baby, but I don't know any Alex."
His words cut deep and stung worse than any bee sting, but then she remembered Michael had never been that good with names, and it had been five years, so a lot had indeed changed. She'd also promised she'd never contact him again, so it was doubtful he would recognize her.
"It's Alex, come on Michael you remember me."
"No doll I'm afraid I don't. Now I'm not a one chick kind of guy, so there's no way I'll remember…"
"It's Alex, your former lesbian foster kid with the sex doll."
"Alex," he exclaimed, "Is that really you. How are you are you doing, what have you been up to?"
His quick response seemed uncanny for Michael. He liked to think before he spoke, but now he was making an exception.
He really must miss her.
"Look Michael I know we've had our differences in the past, but I need your help with a job."
He was silent for a long moment. Then his voice changed and he sounded less enthusiastic. "So you come back to me after all these years and want a job again, or do you want me to be a reference for you as an upstanding worker so you can add that joy to your resume? And here I thought you were just calling to say hey, but oh no, you want a job, huh?"
His sarcasm was getting annoying and she was ready to hang up if things didn't start working out fast.
"Look here you capitalist slime, I've got a few banks with an easy withdraw possibility that might interest you. They keep tons of dirty cash and I have complete cybernetic control of their security and tech, from cameras to silent alarms, to their own vaults. All I need's a few crews willing to get in and get out and that's it."
"So you think I'm going to fall for this obvious sting operation?" he chuckled. "I don't think so Alex. I thought I trained you better than that."
"Look here you sadistic motherfucker, I don't give a rat's ass what kind of crazy conspiracies pop into your head at this fucking moment," Alex spat. "Now I need four small end crew's at 4 specific banks and I want them all hit in a 20 second window. Now I've worked with you before and I know you can pull of a job like this without an air molecule of error. The crews can be in and out in 2.4 minutes flat without setting off a single alarm. Now I've cased these joints and I've got all the intel you need; so are you going to help me, or do I have to go call Mack or Travis and see what they think?"
The other end was silent. Michael was obviously weighing his options and it could still go either way. But she knew she was starting to hit the right buttons.
"How much is the take?"
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
"The take is $4.3 in non-consecutive bills, all good old US cash. There are 4 banks in 4 different cities, each one is under my control for security, but not street wise for men on the jobs. I can email you the specs and our attack plan, all you need is to get the locals in each place on board and ready to go ASAP."
"Why are you doing this Alex. You always complained about crime before, and now you're pulling a bank job? Besides what's in it for you, what percent of the cut it yours?"
"I want 50% off the top."
"Ha, that sounds too generous for you, so what is it really?"
"Really I just need some cash to cover a probation bond and fast. I put together a job and now I just need a few crews to pull it off. And I thought you could lend some assistance with your mad skills and all."
"This better not be a trap," He challenged coldly.
"I swear by all of reality that it isn't. Now I'll send you the specs on the banks and you can decide from there."
"Good, I'll take a look into it and see what I can do. But I'm not making any promises Alex... Though is great to hear from you… I'm glad you called kiddo."
"Great talking to you too, goodbye Michael," Alex quickly muttered and hung up the phone.
Her heart was pounding, but she'd done it.
It would all be over soon.
Author's Notes: I thought Michael would be an interesting character to throw into the mix and help some scenes and the plot along. Hopefully his character works out.