Operation Jackpot

A/N: Okay.so Emma fan, this is the second time I'm going to have to cuss you out eh? Well, lets see: WHAT THE HELL IS THE WEBSITE CALLED? F-A-N (as in fans of TV shows etc) F-I-C-T-I-O-N (As in NOT REAL!!!) Yea, if it were supposed to be realistic, it would be called: FanNONfiction.net! IT IS CALLED AN A/U FIC! IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE REALISTIC! So I will tell you once more, DON'T review my work, it will only be deleted. (PS: I love you all!)

July 2

From the day the money went missing on, everyone kept a watchful eye out on one another. No one went anywhere without at least two other people with them, it was chaos. But no one wanted to take any chances. The idea of a traitor in the group made them all sick. So this was the only way to ensure the groups loyalty.

It didn't make things easier though, it was just another thing to worry about when the day was only two days away. Ross felt a bit worried about not being able to have more time to prepare for this money run, but for fifteen million dollars, he certainly thought it was worth it.

Monica and Rachel had gone out to find a good position for the van to sit, also so all of Monica's equipment would work properly. They had left together about an hour ago or so. Joey and Chandler went to get disguises and fake tickets to the Imperial Ambassador Hotel while Ross and Phoebe sat in the Hotel room going over the lay out of the Hotel.

"Now you and Rachel, as guests, come in through here." She pointed with a laser pointer to the big map on the wall. "Once inside, join the pasty and rub elbows with the stars until I give you the signal that I am in your hotel room. You and Rachel are going to have to go check in tomorrow, while all of the guests are checking in, just so they don't suspect something." Phoebe sat down next to him and handed a piece of paper. "The safe that they have at the hotel is an SP1000. It is one of the most complicated safes in the world, but not for me. What we are going to do is after you get the signal, you have to dismiss yourself from any conversation you may be having at the time and say that you got a page on your beeper. Rachel will stay and talk with whomever you were talking to. Meet me in your room, and both of up will climb into the vent system like we usually do." She said it like it was simple.

"Well, it's going to e difficult, I hear this year it's just stocked up with security because of an attempted bombing last year, but I think we may be able to pull it off." Ross leaned back and looked at the news. The bank that they had robbed just a few nights before was on TV.

".And in other news, police have been getting closer and closer to the recent string of bank and casino robberies in New York. We only have one idea whom may be involved. Witnesses describe him as a tall African American, about 180 lbs. and had on a white base ball cap." The news reporter read off of his page. Ross looked aver and smiled at Phoebe.

"Like I said, I think we can pull this off."

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Joey, for the last time, I think you would stand out wearing a bright orange suit!" Chandlers complained. Joey turned around.

"But I like it!" He wined. Chandlers groaned.

"No. NO! NO! NO! NO!" Chandler said waving his arms around. "You're not wearing it, forget the "wearing of the suit" conversation!" Joey looked down sadly and set the neon orange suit on the rack.

"Fine."

Chandler picked up all of the clothes that were needed including: An all black suit for Phoebe, a long, peach colored formal for Rachel, a waiters out fit for Joey. Then there was a black suit for himself, Ross and Joey, a dark red dress for Monica, and a blue dress for Phoebe. The plan was after the money was in the car, they would all meet back at the part and enjoy the fireworks; before they departed to their plane that left for Chicago three hours later.

"Your total is $1405. 79. Will that be cash or check?" The man behind the desk asked.

"Ah, cash." Chandler said simply. He had made a big mistake. "Check! I meant check." He sputtered. The man looked at him strangely and took the check Chandler handed him. If that clerk were to have seen Chandler take out 1500.00 dollars, he would have become suspicious. Who carries THAT much money in downtown LA? No one.

"Let's go Frank." Chandler said to Joey.

"Okay, Bob." Joey said a little too obviously. Chandler glared at him for a moment, and then exited the store.

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"Do you ever get tired of it?" Rachel asked. Monica looked at her, then back at the road.

"Tried of what?"

"This, the whole robbing thing. Don't you ever want a normal life again?" Rachel asked. Monica shook her head.

"No not really, why?" She asked. Rachel shrugged.

"I don't know. I thought by now Ross and I would be married. It's been three years since we first got together. And that was way before we started doing this. I thought you know, maybe we'd have a little house. Maybe a baby....." She began to trail off.

"Oh God. I want that too." Monica sighed. "I guess it is kind of getting old. I get tired of the running. Of never seeing my family. Yea, I miss my cooking too." She began to trail off also.

"Maybe we should retire from this, eh?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know. Let's just listen to the radio, shall we?" Monica asked changing the subject. Like magic, as soon as they turned on the radio, the news was on.

"In recent news, the string of robberies has found a new lead. If you know a Mr. Frank Gully, please let us know. He is tall, Italian American and has dark brown eyes and brown hair. Frank may not be his real name. He is considered dangerous, though we have no indication that he is armed. He has posed as an employee in all of the places that have been robbed." The news went on to talk about the robberies. Rachel and Monica went white.

"Mon, what is Joey's fake name?" She asked. Monica looked at her worriedly.

"Frank Gully."

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