Operation: Jackpot
(a/n: Hey, Sorry I made a few typos on the last one. I feel so bad! Anyways, it is only supposed to be silent six, not seven. I'm sorry if I confused anyone. I also know that you cannot go online while on an airplane, lol. Sorry, I don't travel much! Enjoy! : ) : ))
Ross shut his laptop and pulled out a piece of paper. Vastly, he wrote something down and passed it up to Chandler. Chandler looked at him, then the note:
"Hey, tell the group there's been a change of plans. We're going to The Imperial Hotel." Was all it read.
Chandler gave thumbs up and a smile. Ross sat back. What was he getting the group into? They were in way over their heads with this job. Maybe.
Ross walked into the lobby of the airport, Rachel at his side. All had paired off into couples. The sight of a group of them may look suspicious. Ross looked around tensely. He never did too well in airports. The thought of all of that security made him uncomfortable. Rachel looked over at Ross and gave him a reassuring smile. Ross smiled weakly back, and they continued hurriedly through the crowds.
Ross checked his watch outside. It was 2:09 am. He held his breath as one by one, they all regrouped for the van taxi. All of them sat silently in the ride. They didn't have anything to say. They rode to the holiday inn hotel they where staying in to plan their next job.
The bright lights of the holiday inn took to them quickly, as soon as the van door was opened. All got out, making sure to not make contact. They signed in separately: Jake and Regina Flangee (Joey and Phoebe), Lois and Clarke Kent (Ross and Rachel), and then it was (Chandler and Monica). You see, you could never be too careful in this occupation. Ross had laid down the laws and no one dared break them.
Ross tried to sleep. He was still hyped up from the last robbery. They were so close to have gotten caught. He sighed and tossed and turned. Finally he felt a hand reach for his.
"Honey, you've got to get some sleep." Rachel whispered. Ross groaned. "Ross, if it is really bothering you this much, why are you still doing it?"
"Because this is my job." Ross said simply. Rachel sighed.
"Well, at least try to sleep. We've got a long day of planning tomorrow." Rachel said as she laid her head onto his chest.
"Okay."
July 1st: Three days till Showtime.....
Phoebe and Chandler met in the lobby of the hotel. They had to get every bit of the supplies for the next operation. Guns, bombs, laptops, the whole works. This was a big deal, so it was going to need everything.
"Ready to go?" Phoebe chirped.
"As always." Chandler responded as both exited the Holiday Inn.
In the Rental car, Phoebe read off the address on the little piece of paper. She had copied it down from the guy that supplies them with their gear back in New York. She strained to see the smudged ink, and then told Chandler. As soon as Chandler knew where he was going, Phoebe reached into the back and opened a sack, with some money for the supplies. She froze as she looked inside.
"Where's the money?" She asked quickly. Chandler slammed on his brakes.
"What?" He asked quickly. Phoebe looked showed him the inside, there was only a few hundreds left in the bag. "Son of a bitch!"
"Monica, are you sure you didn't do anything with the money?" Ross asked accusingly. Monica stared at him.
"For the last time, no! MY money is gone too!" Monica shrieked. Rachel came out of the bathroom where she had just had her shower.
"Rachel, do you know where the money is?" Ross asked.
"No, why? Is the money gone?" She asked worriedly. Joey entered and Ross asked Joey the same question, and Joey swore he didn't know. Soon Phoebe and Chandler ran in, cursing at everyone and asking, "Whose idea of a sick joke is this?" Everyone went silent. Ross ran an impatient hand through his hair.
"You all know what this means, right?" He asked. All of them nodded. "We need a quick fix. I saw a bank over there. Mon? Do you think you can wire some money into our group account?" Ross asked hopefully. Monica looked at her laptop. She hated this part. If anyone were caught because of wiring money to the account, it would be Monica. She looked at everyone's pleading eyes.
"Fine." Monica sighed. She booted up her laptop and everyone waited around impatiently. Finally, after a long while, Monica pronounced that she was done. A thought came over everyone's head, why didn't they just wire money in and that was that? Well, the excitement was nowhere near at a height as it was now. Monica looked at Chandler and Phoebe.
"Go. Don't take out the full amount or suspicions will be raised." She informed them. And with that, Phoebe and Chandler left.
Phoebe and Chandler entered a large abandoned warehouse.
"So, what all do you need. Charlie said you were his best customers." A large Italian man said leaning back in his chair. The drafty warehouse with large fans in the wall hummed with electricity. Chandler looked around. '
"We need the basics. Uhm.... We need-" But before he could finish, Phoebe had taken the lead.
"Okay, we need an OP3 200, six nine millimeters, an 4 exhibition bombs, 11 packs of bullets, a 3142 two barrel, and any other shit you come up with." Phoebe said leaning back. "And all for the price of 50 grand." She smiled. The man stood and began to contemplate weather or not this was a reasonable price, but finally agreed.
"Jack, Smith, get these nice visitors some supplies. Throw in a few mints." He joked. "It was nice doing business with you two." He smiled. Chandler and Phoebe each shook the man's hand and paid him before heading back to the hotel. "Oh, and recommend me to others!" Chandlers and Phoebe laughed.
"Okay, we will."
XOXOElizabethXOXO
I'm very sorry with how short this was, and I am a terrible writer because I can't EVER get ideas on my own, but I also like others to be satisfied. I WILL be continuing this VERY soon! I'm sorry for the wait!!!
(a/n: Hey, Sorry I made a few typos on the last one. I feel so bad! Anyways, it is only supposed to be silent six, not seven. I'm sorry if I confused anyone. I also know that you cannot go online while on an airplane, lol. Sorry, I don't travel much! Enjoy! : ) : ))
Ross shut his laptop and pulled out a piece of paper. Vastly, he wrote something down and passed it up to Chandler. Chandler looked at him, then the note:
"Hey, tell the group there's been a change of plans. We're going to The Imperial Hotel." Was all it read.
Chandler gave thumbs up and a smile. Ross sat back. What was he getting the group into? They were in way over their heads with this job. Maybe.
Ross walked into the lobby of the airport, Rachel at his side. All had paired off into couples. The sight of a group of them may look suspicious. Ross looked around tensely. He never did too well in airports. The thought of all of that security made him uncomfortable. Rachel looked over at Ross and gave him a reassuring smile. Ross smiled weakly back, and they continued hurriedly through the crowds.
Ross checked his watch outside. It was 2:09 am. He held his breath as one by one, they all regrouped for the van taxi. All of them sat silently in the ride. They didn't have anything to say. They rode to the holiday inn hotel they where staying in to plan their next job.
The bright lights of the holiday inn took to them quickly, as soon as the van door was opened. All got out, making sure to not make contact. They signed in separately: Jake and Regina Flangee (Joey and Phoebe), Lois and Clarke Kent (Ross and Rachel), and then it was (Chandler and Monica). You see, you could never be too careful in this occupation. Ross had laid down the laws and no one dared break them.
Ross tried to sleep. He was still hyped up from the last robbery. They were so close to have gotten caught. He sighed and tossed and turned. Finally he felt a hand reach for his.
"Honey, you've got to get some sleep." Rachel whispered. Ross groaned. "Ross, if it is really bothering you this much, why are you still doing it?"
"Because this is my job." Ross said simply. Rachel sighed.
"Well, at least try to sleep. We've got a long day of planning tomorrow." Rachel said as she laid her head onto his chest.
"Okay."
July 1st: Three days till Showtime.....
Phoebe and Chandler met in the lobby of the hotel. They had to get every bit of the supplies for the next operation. Guns, bombs, laptops, the whole works. This was a big deal, so it was going to need everything.
"Ready to go?" Phoebe chirped.
"As always." Chandler responded as both exited the Holiday Inn.
In the Rental car, Phoebe read off the address on the little piece of paper. She had copied it down from the guy that supplies them with their gear back in New York. She strained to see the smudged ink, and then told Chandler. As soon as Chandler knew where he was going, Phoebe reached into the back and opened a sack, with some money for the supplies. She froze as she looked inside.
"Where's the money?" She asked quickly. Chandler slammed on his brakes.
"What?" He asked quickly. Phoebe looked showed him the inside, there was only a few hundreds left in the bag. "Son of a bitch!"
"Monica, are you sure you didn't do anything with the money?" Ross asked accusingly. Monica stared at him.
"For the last time, no! MY money is gone too!" Monica shrieked. Rachel came out of the bathroom where she had just had her shower.
"Rachel, do you know where the money is?" Ross asked.
"No, why? Is the money gone?" She asked worriedly. Joey entered and Ross asked Joey the same question, and Joey swore he didn't know. Soon Phoebe and Chandler ran in, cursing at everyone and asking, "Whose idea of a sick joke is this?" Everyone went silent. Ross ran an impatient hand through his hair.
"You all know what this means, right?" He asked. All of them nodded. "We need a quick fix. I saw a bank over there. Mon? Do you think you can wire some money into our group account?" Ross asked hopefully. Monica looked at her laptop. She hated this part. If anyone were caught because of wiring money to the account, it would be Monica. She looked at everyone's pleading eyes.
"Fine." Monica sighed. She booted up her laptop and everyone waited around impatiently. Finally, after a long while, Monica pronounced that she was done. A thought came over everyone's head, why didn't they just wire money in and that was that? Well, the excitement was nowhere near at a height as it was now. Monica looked at Chandler and Phoebe.
"Go. Don't take out the full amount or suspicions will be raised." She informed them. And with that, Phoebe and Chandler left.
Phoebe and Chandler entered a large abandoned warehouse.
"So, what all do you need. Charlie said you were his best customers." A large Italian man said leaning back in his chair. The drafty warehouse with large fans in the wall hummed with electricity. Chandler looked around. '
"We need the basics. Uhm.... We need-" But before he could finish, Phoebe had taken the lead.
"Okay, we need an OP3 200, six nine millimeters, an 4 exhibition bombs, 11 packs of bullets, a 3142 two barrel, and any other shit you come up with." Phoebe said leaning back. "And all for the price of 50 grand." She smiled. The man stood and began to contemplate weather or not this was a reasonable price, but finally agreed.
"Jack, Smith, get these nice visitors some supplies. Throw in a few mints." He joked. "It was nice doing business with you two." He smiled. Chandler and Phoebe each shook the man's hand and paid him before heading back to the hotel. "Oh, and recommend me to others!" Chandlers and Phoebe laughed.
"Okay, we will."
XOXOElizabethXOXO
I'm very sorry with how short this was, and I am a terrible writer because I can't EVER get ideas on my own, but I also like others to be satisfied. I WILL be continuing this VERY soon! I'm sorry for the wait!!!
