Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Gundam Wing. And also Ocean's
11.
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New York City
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Millard Peacecraft was sipping his coffee in his favorite café one afternoon. He had just won his case in court and felt like celebrating. However, he had nothing to celebrate with.
Mill was a pro bono lawyer. Meaning he did his cases for a small sum or even free. Rarely has he been paid in cash and with his wife three months pregnant, he just couldn't afford it.
There are days that he wished that he took on high paying clients.
But meeting his wife made him realize that wealth isn't everything.
Even so, he still felt helpless and tired. He was only twenty-eight and he wanted to retire from law. But then, what would he feed her family with?
He sighed and closed his eyes, only to be opened by the sound of a very familiar voice.
"I always said the greatest conmen are lawyers," a stoic voice said. Smiling slightly, Mill looked up to see the serious face of the least likely person he would ever see again.
"Is that an insult or a compliment?" he asked.
"And observation," the stranger sat at the opposite side of the table. Mill sighed and leaned back on the chair.
"What ever it is I won't do it, Heero," he said. Heero only stared at him. "And that glare will not help you."
"You are the best there is, Mill," he said simply. Mill just shook his head.
"I have a family to think about now," he sighed. "I just can't do it."
"The more reason to," Heero said. "What would it take you to come with me?" Mill only looked at him in deep thought.
"I can't," he sighed. Heero just nodded and looked at the older man.
"I envy you," he suddenly said making Mill look up in surprise.
"Why?" he asked. Heero hesitated before answering. But he did.
"Because you have someone special to come home to everyday," his voice was barely a whisper. "That's something I will never have."
"I would have said that would con me into doing it if I didn't know it was true," Mill said sadly.
Heero looked away. Mill sighed.
"Are you going to tell me about it?" Mill asked. Heero stood up and leaned to whisper in his ear. He then placed a plane ticket in Mill's coat and walked away.
Mill looked at him leave and sighed.
*** *
"Mill makes ten," Duo said as he looked at his list. "Do you think we need one more?" he asked. Heero was unresponsive as he looked at Duo. "You do think we need one more. Alright, we'll get one more."
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Chicago, Illinois
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Rush hour in the train was murder. But for some it was a steal.
During rush hour, some were oblivious to his surroundings and people like those were easy prey. A young college student in a baseball cap was reading his reviewer occasionally glancing up to see where he was.
The train jolted and he bumped into a businessman who was reading the paper. He muttered an apology and continued to review.
A man with violet eyes smiled as he saw the lift. Precise, stealthy and perfect. The kid exited at the next stop and he followed him. As the man passed him, the kid didn't seem to notice him.
As he was walking on the street the kid took out his lift, but to his surprise he only took out a card.
Emmit's Pub, it said. Flipping it over, he saw an engraved golden cross over a red shield.
Pocketing the card, he went towards the pub.
*** *
"Hello, Jeremy," Duo smiled as he looked at the kid. "Whose is this?" he held the wallet for him to see. But Jeremy was unfazed.
"Mr. Maxwell," he nodded. Duo blinked in surprise. This was unexpected.
"You know me?" he asked smiling. Jeremy held up a wallet that Duo recognized.
"I saw you," he explained and tossed Duo's wallet back at him. Smiling, Duo pocketed his wallet and took out a plane ticket.
"Are you in or are you out, it's as simple as that," Duo smiled.
"What is it?" he asked.
"A job offer."
"You're pretty trusting," Jeremy said.
"Doc J has a lot of faith in you," at the mention of the doctor's name, Jeremy frowned.
"We didn't part in good terms," he said.
"I know," Duo smiled. "Neither did his former protégé. But we need someone good."
"If I were that good you would have never found me," Jeremy said. "No one even knows I exist."
"That's perfect," Duo said. "If you decline this we'll just find someone else who isn't as good as you and you'll be stuck here feeling the pockets of stockbrokers." Duo turned and called the waitress. When he turned back, Jeremy was gone.
To Duo's amusement, so was the ticket.
Now they have eleven.
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Las Vegas, Nevada
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"I don't understand this," Duo said as he paced around Une's pool. "Everyone's here except HIM."
"He'll be here," Heero assured him. "He's not quite used in working with a group before."
"As I remember, so did you," Mill smiled. "But look how you turned out."
"We'd better get started," Une said as she neared them. "If he's not here we'll get another."
"Probably he had gotten lost," Wufei growled as he crossed his arms and passed them. Mill looked at him with amusement.
"He's probably right," he said. "Who gave him directions?" The three of them looked at Duo accusingly.
"What are you looking at me for?" he asked nervously. But he was saved by Une's butler, Oscar.
"My lady?" he said. "A Mr. Jager to see you." Une's face brightened.
"Yeager?" Mill frowned. "Sounds German."
"Doc J found him at the fall of the Berlin wall," Heero said. "It was the time that I left."
"Good evening," a pleasant but shy voice greeted. The four of them turned to see the last of the grifters.
"Good evening," Une said warmly. "Gotten lost?"
"Gotten sidetracked," he admitted. "It's fine now." Jeremy Jager was a good looking kid. Heero knew that he was just eighteen years old but he had potential but never the drive.
He had dark brown hair and gray eyes and almost stood as high as Heero. Then he noticed something on his hands.
"Why do you have blood on your fists?" Heero asked bluntly. Jeremy glared at him. The persons around them shivered as the temperature dropped around them. Never had they seen the cold intensity of their glares. It was almost frightening.
"Did anyone saw you?" Duo asked as he knew Jeremy wouldn't answer.
"No," he said. It was dark and I wore a cloak and hat.
"Don't tell me you also wrapped a red scarf around your mouth and could turn invisible only to be seen as a shadow?" Duo smiled. Heero and Jeremy glared at him causing him to shut up.
"Tell us, please?" Une urged kindly.
"A black limo stopped and blocked a girl. The occupants were trying to force her in. I intervened."
"Chivalrous," Une smiled. "A natural Robin Hood."
"Do not get confused, my lady," Jeremy said. "I had no intention of giving all my share to the poor."
But Une smiled and nodded.
"Doctor J had taught you well," she said. But Jeremy was silent.
"Let's get started," Heero said. "Everyone, Welcome to Las Vegas. What I am going to propose to you is highly lucrative and dangerous. But no one's on the line yet. If it doesn't seem like your type of cake, feel free to eat much food you like and leave, no hard feelings. Otherwise, follow me."
All of them did.
They were inside the living room when Heero stood beside a large LCD screen.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the 3000 block of the Las Vegas boulevard, otherwise known and the Bellagio, the Mirage and the MGM Grand." The screen displayed the graphics of the three casinos.
"Together they are the most profitable casinos in Las Vegas," he typed a few keys and another set of graphics came on. "This is the Vault of the Bellagio. It is located beneath the strip, beneath 200 feet of dirt and safeguards every dime that passes through each of these three casinos. And were going to rob it." There was a display of the casino cages in the screen. "This is courtesy of Hilde Schbeiker, our new Blackjack dealer in the Bellagio."
"Bad news first. This place houses a security system that rivals most of the nuclear missile silos. First we have to get within the cages, which anyone can tell you takes more than a smile and a flash of legs."
"Sexist," Dorothy huffed. Heero ignored her and continued.
"Next, through these doors. Each have a different set of six digit codes changed every twelve hours. Pass those lies the elevator, this get tricky. The elevator won't move without authorized finger print identification..."
"Which we can't fake," Duo said.
"And vocal confirmation from both the security system within the Bellagio and the vault below."
"Which we won't get," Duo smiled.
"Furthermore, the elevator shaft is rigged with motion detectors."
"Meaning if we had somehow override the lift, the shafts exit will lockdown automatically and we'll be trapped," Duo said.
"Once we get below the shaft then it's a piece of cake," Heero said.
"Don't forget about the two guards with uzis and the most elaborate vault door ever conceived by man," Duo chimed.
"You make it sound so easy," Hilde said to Duo.
"It has to be precise for it to work," he smiled at her.
"Any questions?" Heero asked.
"Why not tunnel underneath it?" Catherine asked.
"It won't work," Duo said. "They have sensors around a hundred foot radius, if there's a mole, they'll know about it."
"Any good news?" Quarte asked.
"The Nevada Gaming Commission stipulates that a casino must hold in reserve enough money to cover every chip on the floor. That means on the weekday, by law, it must hold in its vault about 50-60 million dollars. On the weekend, 80-90 million. On a fight night, like the one two weeks from now, the day we're going to rob it? 150 million easy."
Jeremy had a look of awe and all of them had the same look.
"There are eleven of us and each with an equal share," Heero looked at them.
"Anyone got a calculator?" Trowa said silently while Quatre whistled.
"Exactly," Duo smiled.
"I have a question," Mill said. "Suppose we get into the cage and through the security doors and down the elevator we can't move and pass the guards with the guns and through the vault we can't open..."
"With out being seen by the cameras," Trowa said as he studied the plans.
"Whatever," Mill sighed. "Suppose we do all that, are we supposed to walk out of there with a hundred and fifty million dollars without being stopped?"
Heero's tone was deadly and serious.
"Yes," he said.
"Okay," Mill breathed. "I should have stayed with my wife. My kid's going to be an orphan before being born."
"Humph," Wufei sneered. "Questions and complains are for women and weaklings." He was suddenly attacked by pillows from every woman in that room.
Suddenly, the door opened and a lively young woman entered the room. She had red hair that flowed like waterfall, eyes of sapphire and a shapely body for someone that young.
"Oops," she blushed. "Sorry."
"Mariemaia," Une walked towards her daughter and gave her a hug. "I was getting worried."
"I'm fine mom," she smiled as they broke the embrace. She looked at the living room and sighed. "I won't ask." She smiled at her mother.
"Go to your room and I'll get Oscar to get you something to..." Une's eyes widened when she saw the bruise on her forearms. "What happened?" she panicked.
"It was nothing mom," Mariemaia said as she looked away.
"Please tell me," Une pleaded. Mariemaia relented.
"Dekim Junior's goons tried to pick me up," she whispered, her voice filled with hurt.
"Tried?" Une's gaze turned to Jeremy, who was looking at them, hiding behind Mill.
"But an angel came and helped me," her smile was genuine. Mariemaia looked at her mother and followed her gaze. She suddenly gasped as she saw him.
The blue met the gray and were locked for a few moments. Mariemaia smiled and mouthed a thank you. Jeremy bowed respectfully in a gesture of welcome.
Blushing, she kissed her mother and ran for her room.
Every eye then fell to their youngest member.
"Smooth move," Duo said thus rewarded by a glare from Hilde. Jeremy met Une's eyes expecting reprimand but only found acceptance.
"Can we continue?" Wufei said almost angrily.
"Let's," Une said smiling.
Heero looked at Jeremy appraisingly. It looked like the Doctor's training failed with him.
Removing that though from his mind, he sighed.
"Let's plan," he said and the planning began.
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End of 3
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A/n: What did you think? I can't think of anyone to fill the place of Matt Damon's character so I invented one.
To Symee-Sama: Please be patient. I have to integrate the fic with the movie. Don't worry, she's coming.
To Shadowfax: I also get confused with the characters. There's Danny, Rusty, Rubin, Frank, the twins, Livingston, Basher, Yang, Sal and Linus. Counter parts: Heero, Duo, Une, Hilde, Quatre and Dorothy, Trowa, Wufei, Millardo and Jeremy in that order. And it pleases me that I made you laugh.
To Kiki: Trowa's too tall to be a greaseman. So I made the next best thing as the greaseman, Catherine.
Nice twist with Mariemaia and Jeremy? Opinions are welcomed.
Thanks for visiting and reading. Don't forget to review.
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New York City
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Millard Peacecraft was sipping his coffee in his favorite café one afternoon. He had just won his case in court and felt like celebrating. However, he had nothing to celebrate with.
Mill was a pro bono lawyer. Meaning he did his cases for a small sum or even free. Rarely has he been paid in cash and with his wife three months pregnant, he just couldn't afford it.
There are days that he wished that he took on high paying clients.
But meeting his wife made him realize that wealth isn't everything.
Even so, he still felt helpless and tired. He was only twenty-eight and he wanted to retire from law. But then, what would he feed her family with?
He sighed and closed his eyes, only to be opened by the sound of a very familiar voice.
"I always said the greatest conmen are lawyers," a stoic voice said. Smiling slightly, Mill looked up to see the serious face of the least likely person he would ever see again.
"Is that an insult or a compliment?" he asked.
"And observation," the stranger sat at the opposite side of the table. Mill sighed and leaned back on the chair.
"What ever it is I won't do it, Heero," he said. Heero only stared at him. "And that glare will not help you."
"You are the best there is, Mill," he said simply. Mill just shook his head.
"I have a family to think about now," he sighed. "I just can't do it."
"The more reason to," Heero said. "What would it take you to come with me?" Mill only looked at him in deep thought.
"I can't," he sighed. Heero just nodded and looked at the older man.
"I envy you," he suddenly said making Mill look up in surprise.
"Why?" he asked. Heero hesitated before answering. But he did.
"Because you have someone special to come home to everyday," his voice was barely a whisper. "That's something I will never have."
"I would have said that would con me into doing it if I didn't know it was true," Mill said sadly.
Heero looked away. Mill sighed.
"Are you going to tell me about it?" Mill asked. Heero stood up and leaned to whisper in his ear. He then placed a plane ticket in Mill's coat and walked away.
Mill looked at him leave and sighed.
*** *
"Mill makes ten," Duo said as he looked at his list. "Do you think we need one more?" he asked. Heero was unresponsive as he looked at Duo. "You do think we need one more. Alright, we'll get one more."
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Chicago, Illinois
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Rush hour in the train was murder. But for some it was a steal.
During rush hour, some were oblivious to his surroundings and people like those were easy prey. A young college student in a baseball cap was reading his reviewer occasionally glancing up to see where he was.
The train jolted and he bumped into a businessman who was reading the paper. He muttered an apology and continued to review.
A man with violet eyes smiled as he saw the lift. Precise, stealthy and perfect. The kid exited at the next stop and he followed him. As the man passed him, the kid didn't seem to notice him.
As he was walking on the street the kid took out his lift, but to his surprise he only took out a card.
Emmit's Pub, it said. Flipping it over, he saw an engraved golden cross over a red shield.
Pocketing the card, he went towards the pub.
*** *
"Hello, Jeremy," Duo smiled as he looked at the kid. "Whose is this?" he held the wallet for him to see. But Jeremy was unfazed.
"Mr. Maxwell," he nodded. Duo blinked in surprise. This was unexpected.
"You know me?" he asked smiling. Jeremy held up a wallet that Duo recognized.
"I saw you," he explained and tossed Duo's wallet back at him. Smiling, Duo pocketed his wallet and took out a plane ticket.
"Are you in or are you out, it's as simple as that," Duo smiled.
"What is it?" he asked.
"A job offer."
"You're pretty trusting," Jeremy said.
"Doc J has a lot of faith in you," at the mention of the doctor's name, Jeremy frowned.
"We didn't part in good terms," he said.
"I know," Duo smiled. "Neither did his former protégé. But we need someone good."
"If I were that good you would have never found me," Jeremy said. "No one even knows I exist."
"That's perfect," Duo said. "If you decline this we'll just find someone else who isn't as good as you and you'll be stuck here feeling the pockets of stockbrokers." Duo turned and called the waitress. When he turned back, Jeremy was gone.
To Duo's amusement, so was the ticket.
Now they have eleven.
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Las Vegas, Nevada
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"I don't understand this," Duo said as he paced around Une's pool. "Everyone's here except HIM."
"He'll be here," Heero assured him. "He's not quite used in working with a group before."
"As I remember, so did you," Mill smiled. "But look how you turned out."
"We'd better get started," Une said as she neared them. "If he's not here we'll get another."
"Probably he had gotten lost," Wufei growled as he crossed his arms and passed them. Mill looked at him with amusement.
"He's probably right," he said. "Who gave him directions?" The three of them looked at Duo accusingly.
"What are you looking at me for?" he asked nervously. But he was saved by Une's butler, Oscar.
"My lady?" he said. "A Mr. Jager to see you." Une's face brightened.
"Yeager?" Mill frowned. "Sounds German."
"Doc J found him at the fall of the Berlin wall," Heero said. "It was the time that I left."
"Good evening," a pleasant but shy voice greeted. The four of them turned to see the last of the grifters.
"Good evening," Une said warmly. "Gotten lost?"
"Gotten sidetracked," he admitted. "It's fine now." Jeremy Jager was a good looking kid. Heero knew that he was just eighteen years old but he had potential but never the drive.
He had dark brown hair and gray eyes and almost stood as high as Heero. Then he noticed something on his hands.
"Why do you have blood on your fists?" Heero asked bluntly. Jeremy glared at him. The persons around them shivered as the temperature dropped around them. Never had they seen the cold intensity of their glares. It was almost frightening.
"Did anyone saw you?" Duo asked as he knew Jeremy wouldn't answer.
"No," he said. It was dark and I wore a cloak and hat.
"Don't tell me you also wrapped a red scarf around your mouth and could turn invisible only to be seen as a shadow?" Duo smiled. Heero and Jeremy glared at him causing him to shut up.
"Tell us, please?" Une urged kindly.
"A black limo stopped and blocked a girl. The occupants were trying to force her in. I intervened."
"Chivalrous," Une smiled. "A natural Robin Hood."
"Do not get confused, my lady," Jeremy said. "I had no intention of giving all my share to the poor."
But Une smiled and nodded.
"Doctor J had taught you well," she said. But Jeremy was silent.
"Let's get started," Heero said. "Everyone, Welcome to Las Vegas. What I am going to propose to you is highly lucrative and dangerous. But no one's on the line yet. If it doesn't seem like your type of cake, feel free to eat much food you like and leave, no hard feelings. Otherwise, follow me."
All of them did.
They were inside the living room when Heero stood beside a large LCD screen.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the 3000 block of the Las Vegas boulevard, otherwise known and the Bellagio, the Mirage and the MGM Grand." The screen displayed the graphics of the three casinos.
"Together they are the most profitable casinos in Las Vegas," he typed a few keys and another set of graphics came on. "This is the Vault of the Bellagio. It is located beneath the strip, beneath 200 feet of dirt and safeguards every dime that passes through each of these three casinos. And were going to rob it." There was a display of the casino cages in the screen. "This is courtesy of Hilde Schbeiker, our new Blackjack dealer in the Bellagio."
"Bad news first. This place houses a security system that rivals most of the nuclear missile silos. First we have to get within the cages, which anyone can tell you takes more than a smile and a flash of legs."
"Sexist," Dorothy huffed. Heero ignored her and continued.
"Next, through these doors. Each have a different set of six digit codes changed every twelve hours. Pass those lies the elevator, this get tricky. The elevator won't move without authorized finger print identification..."
"Which we can't fake," Duo said.
"And vocal confirmation from both the security system within the Bellagio and the vault below."
"Which we won't get," Duo smiled.
"Furthermore, the elevator shaft is rigged with motion detectors."
"Meaning if we had somehow override the lift, the shafts exit will lockdown automatically and we'll be trapped," Duo said.
"Once we get below the shaft then it's a piece of cake," Heero said.
"Don't forget about the two guards with uzis and the most elaborate vault door ever conceived by man," Duo chimed.
"You make it sound so easy," Hilde said to Duo.
"It has to be precise for it to work," he smiled at her.
"Any questions?" Heero asked.
"Why not tunnel underneath it?" Catherine asked.
"It won't work," Duo said. "They have sensors around a hundred foot radius, if there's a mole, they'll know about it."
"Any good news?" Quarte asked.
"The Nevada Gaming Commission stipulates that a casino must hold in reserve enough money to cover every chip on the floor. That means on the weekday, by law, it must hold in its vault about 50-60 million dollars. On the weekend, 80-90 million. On a fight night, like the one two weeks from now, the day we're going to rob it? 150 million easy."
Jeremy had a look of awe and all of them had the same look.
"There are eleven of us and each with an equal share," Heero looked at them.
"Anyone got a calculator?" Trowa said silently while Quatre whistled.
"Exactly," Duo smiled.
"I have a question," Mill said. "Suppose we get into the cage and through the security doors and down the elevator we can't move and pass the guards with the guns and through the vault we can't open..."
"With out being seen by the cameras," Trowa said as he studied the plans.
"Whatever," Mill sighed. "Suppose we do all that, are we supposed to walk out of there with a hundred and fifty million dollars without being stopped?"
Heero's tone was deadly and serious.
"Yes," he said.
"Okay," Mill breathed. "I should have stayed with my wife. My kid's going to be an orphan before being born."
"Humph," Wufei sneered. "Questions and complains are for women and weaklings." He was suddenly attacked by pillows from every woman in that room.
Suddenly, the door opened and a lively young woman entered the room. She had red hair that flowed like waterfall, eyes of sapphire and a shapely body for someone that young.
"Oops," she blushed. "Sorry."
"Mariemaia," Une walked towards her daughter and gave her a hug. "I was getting worried."
"I'm fine mom," she smiled as they broke the embrace. She looked at the living room and sighed. "I won't ask." She smiled at her mother.
"Go to your room and I'll get Oscar to get you something to..." Une's eyes widened when she saw the bruise on her forearms. "What happened?" she panicked.
"It was nothing mom," Mariemaia said as she looked away.
"Please tell me," Une pleaded. Mariemaia relented.
"Dekim Junior's goons tried to pick me up," she whispered, her voice filled with hurt.
"Tried?" Une's gaze turned to Jeremy, who was looking at them, hiding behind Mill.
"But an angel came and helped me," her smile was genuine. Mariemaia looked at her mother and followed her gaze. She suddenly gasped as she saw him.
The blue met the gray and were locked for a few moments. Mariemaia smiled and mouthed a thank you. Jeremy bowed respectfully in a gesture of welcome.
Blushing, she kissed her mother and ran for her room.
Every eye then fell to their youngest member.
"Smooth move," Duo said thus rewarded by a glare from Hilde. Jeremy met Une's eyes expecting reprimand but only found acceptance.
"Can we continue?" Wufei said almost angrily.
"Let's," Une said smiling.
Heero looked at Jeremy appraisingly. It looked like the Doctor's training failed with him.
Removing that though from his mind, he sighed.
"Let's plan," he said and the planning began.
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End of 3
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A/n: What did you think? I can't think of anyone to fill the place of Matt Damon's character so I invented one.
To Symee-Sama: Please be patient. I have to integrate the fic with the movie. Don't worry, she's coming.
To Shadowfax: I also get confused with the characters. There's Danny, Rusty, Rubin, Frank, the twins, Livingston, Basher, Yang, Sal and Linus. Counter parts: Heero, Duo, Une, Hilde, Quatre and Dorothy, Trowa, Wufei, Millardo and Jeremy in that order. And it pleases me that I made you laugh.
To Kiki: Trowa's too tall to be a greaseman. So I made the next best thing as the greaseman, Catherine.
Nice twist with Mariemaia and Jeremy? Opinions are welcomed.
Thanks for visiting and reading. Don't forget to review.