Oceans 12
When one man gets out, you wind up in
Hi all,
This is the third part where the last five are recruited and the special meeting takes place. One character, special time is taken out for because it's a unique new scene. I'm seeing Ocean's 11 again today so I can catch up on it again even though I saw it two days ago. This is the third part for the third day I've written the story. You can expect if I'm correct probably around 7 or 8 parts with the whole vault stuff and the preparations will be like 3 or 4 parts. Oh, the introduction is 3 parts. Do the math. The ending will be extra long. So around 17-19 parts. Good.
Jonathan
San Diego Dodge Racetrack
"Go," said Tay.
"Hold on…" Jay laughed and fiddled around with the control box.
"Come on you asshole, press the button!" Tay yelled angrily.
"I'm waiting for you, sissy!"
"Don't make me get out of this car and beat you like third period French!"
Jay took out the antenna and pressed a red button on the control. The remote control car flew off quickly and Tay stepped on the gas. Seeing that the other car was beating him, he sped over into his lane and ran over him. The remote control car sputtered and blew up.
"Shit," Jay said calmly.
Los Angeles Bank
"Alright lads, we got the explosives on the vault?"
"All clear."
"Good, now we all best step back behind this wall…" the man said.
They took cover on the other side and a black man, named Dave Friendlin pressed a blue square on a detonator. All of a sudden, huge crackings blew up from every angle. Then, the vault broke open. Dave laughed and got up.
"In we go!" he said excitedly.
As soon as he entered, the alarm went off.
"You had ONE freaking job!" he turned to yell at his comrades.
"You sure you didn't booby trap the money?" an officer asked Dave as he led him outside.
"Do I look like a man who would booby trap money?"
The officer shrugged. At that moment, a man walked up to him.
"Sir, did you search this man?" he asked.
"No sir, who are you?"
"I am Harry Potter with the SIA. Let me search him since your dimwittedness has obviously killed you."
"What!?" the officer asked and put up a fist.
"FINE FRED!"
"Who the hell--?"
"JUST FUCKEN FIND FRED!"
The officer yelped and ran off.
"Hello Dave," Harry said.
"Hello Harry, what brings you here? Danny have a plan?"
"Yep… c'mon," he answered and they took off as soon as they were quite a ways away, the police car exploded.
"They didn't see that coming!" Dave laughed.
Chicago Subway
A man was reading the newspaper, his white shirt dangling under his red coat. He adjusted his glasses and looked at the man beside him. All of a sudden, he faked a bumping into the man and grabbed his wallet in the inside pocket of his coat. He didn't say 'Sorry,' he just continued on with his reading.
Danny stood there looking at him.
As soon as the train stopped, Danny caught up to the robber and put a note in his pocket. When the guy reached his car, he pulled out his keys and the note.
Aaron,
Good lift.
Daniel Ocean, Meet me at Emmit's Pub.
Aaron stood there, stunned.
Emmit's Pub
Aaron Wright walked in and saw a man, Danny Ocean sitting by himself.
"Your either in or you out, right now."
Aaron grabbed a seat and picked up a pamphlet off the table, under Danny's hand without him knowing.
"Best grab yet."
Aaron shrugged.
A house in San Diego
A van pulled up onto the paved driveway.
The doorbell rang.
Clark Gable answered it.
There stood the guys… dressed in crummy suits and looking sad.
"You've got to be kidding me," Clark said disgustingly.
Outside they ate and drank wine. Hong Shin build a car house on top of a diving board. Then, Danny came out.
"Eating, I see. Good. If you feel robbing high-teck casinos with million dollar sums in them is not your brand of vodka, leave now."
"No one moved."
"Then come in."
Everyone followed except Aaron. Clark approached him.
"Your Ronald Wright's son aren't you?"
Aaron nodded. There was an awkward pause.
"Get the hell in that house now," Clark demanded.
"Damn," Aaron muttered as he walked off.
"Were all here. Good," Danny said. There were pictures of vault blueprints on the television screen. Danny nodded. Tay pushed a button and the blueprints began to move like you were walking around the area.
"Casinos must rake in certain amounts of money by law. On weekdays, 50-60 million. Weekends, 70-80 million, and on Fight Nights, 150-160 million like the one 2 weeks from now. Were going to rob the vaults on that night. It will be difficult but do not underestimate plans. We must get into the private vault areas with official casino badges--"
"Which we don't have," Harry said.
"And fingerprint identities--"
"Which we'll never get," Harry cut in.
"And voice verification--"
"Which we will never have," Harry ended.
"So, this is how we do it. We get one of you to meet with Mr. Bessaulair, take the elevator, stop it in the tracks as someone else causes a diversion with the security camera guards. You climb out of the elevator and hoist yourself down past over seventy lasers which detect motion. When you get down, you get the guards, put automatic bombs on the vault doors and blow it up, the lasers will go off inside that vault. It will be easier to explain later on. Got it?" Danny said easily.
"So, were supposed to get into the security hallways with tags we don't have, voices we can't get, and fingerprints we can't fake?" Henry asked.
Danny stood there. "Yes."
"Oh… okay…" Henry stuttered and ate a mint.
"So it's like a smash and grab job?" Aaron asked.
"Slightly more complicated then that," Harry said.
"There's one way to start. Build an exact replica of the Bellagio Vault…"
Secret Warehouse, Las Vegas, across the street from Bellagio
Boxes piled across rollers as the thieves put in fake money and screwed in windows.
"Will this work?" Aaron asked cautiously.
"Why wouldn't it?" Harry replied.
(Danny's voice talking while everyone works)
"You will go into the casino and find out everything from what the security guards like as their coffee, what way the dealers deal, when the change carts come by… everything."
