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"Alright, here's how we begin," Herro looked at his grifters and smirked. "First task is reconnaissance. I want to know everything that's going on in the three casinos. From the rotation of the dealers to the path of every cash cart. I want to know everything about every guard, every watcher with a security pass. I want to know where they're from, what their nicknames are, how they take their coffee."
"Sounds easy enough," Dorothy huffed.
"Most of all, I want you to know these casinos," Heero frowned at her comment. "They are built like labyrinths to keep people in. I want you to know every exit and the quickest routes out."
"I hate mazes," Wufei growled. Heero glared at him.
"Was there a saying about complains are for the weak?" Dorothy quipped earning laughter from the crowd. Wufei merely snorted and looked away.
"Second task, power," Heero looked at Wufei. "On the night of the fight we're going to throw the switch on sin city. Wufei? It's your show."
"Blind, broke or Bethlehem?" he asked.
"What about all three?" Heero said.
"Done," Wufei smirked.
"Third task, surveillance," he looked at Trowa who was looking at the plans of the security system. "Casino security has an eye and an ear on everything so we want an eye and ear on them. Trowa?"
"It's not the least accessible system I've seen but it's close," Trowa looked at him in question. "They don't have a closed circuit feed, do they?"
"No," Heero said.
"So it's a black bag job. They have in house technician?"
"Hilde?"
"I'm on it," the shorthaired woman smiled and left the house.
"Fourth task, construction. We need to build an exact replica of the Bellagio vault."
"Practice?" Jeremy asked.
"Something like that," Duo smiled.
"Fifth task," Heero turned towards Jeremy. "Intelligence. We need those codes, Jeremy. Watch the only person who has all three."
"Dekim?" he asked. "Which one?"
"Junior," Une supplied. "He's in charge while daddy lounges off."
"Learn to love his shadow," Duo said.
"But love is not in your vocabulary, is it?" Wufei sneered. Suddenly, he found a knife wedged in between his legs, almost hitting his privates. Wufei seemed unfazed but the rest was surprised.
"Enough," Une said as she looked at the two. "Learn to play nice." She then turned to Heero. "I also need him for another task, if you don't mind." Heero shook his head and turned back to his group.
"Sixth task, transport," he looked at Quatre and Dorothy. "I'll leave you two to it."
"Shopping for cars," Quatre smirked. "Lovely."
"Let's get started," Heero said but paused. "It can wait till morning. Until then, stay out of trouble."
"Jeremy," Une said and the young man looked at her inquiringly. "There's another thing we want you to do."
"What is it?" he asked. Heero came over and looked at the two of them before giving Jeremy a piece of paper.
"We want you to keep an eye out for Mariemaia," he said. To their surprise, Jeremy suddenly blushed.
"Pa... pardon?" he stuttered. Heero was thankful he left Doctor J before he killed all emotions from Jeremy.
"You'll be staying here for a week," Une said. "After this job, I want you as her permanent bodyguard." Jeremy slightly frowned on that offer.
"Why?" he asked. "Judging by her character she doesn't want ANY bodyguard."
"She frequents in the Bellagio's museum," Une said. "Just keep an eye on her. Junior's been a pain for a while now."
"Before this job is over, you have to tell me what's going on," Jeremy looked at Une and smiled at her. Jeremy left the room leaving Une and Heero behind.
"He'll do it," Heero said in full confidence. Une sighed in relief.
"Believe it or not, I think he's just the thing she needed to come out of her shell?" Heero looked at her incredulously.
"Shell?"
"Emotional shell," Une sighed. "She had never looked at any man after her attack. It galls me to say this but I am thankful that old mad Dekim stopped his son before..." Heero nodded and looked at Jeremy who was sitting on the dive board.
"Do not tell Jeremy that," Heero said. "He might do something to jeopardize the mission."
"She never told you why she left, did she?" Une asked with a knowing look.
"I never looked for her," Heero said silently and walked away.
Une smiled and shook her head.
** **
The next day the grifters dispersed to do their assigned jobs.
Wufei entered the bowels of the city to find his mark. Quatre and Dorothy went for the vehicles and Jeremy was not seen for the entire day.
That night Heero, Trowas and Duo were in one of the Bellagio's suites planning on how to get inside the security gates. They were waiting for Hilde for the information they needed to pull this off.
A moment later, Hilde entered the room and smiled at its occupants.
"I got it," she tossed the key card to Trowa who just caught it. "You got one hour to pull this off. Otherwise Betty could not hold the tech any longer."
"Thanks babe," Duo winked at her. Trowa, who was wearing one of the tech's uniforms exited the room with the card key.
"Betty?" Heero asked Duo.
"She's a strip dancer at the Crazy Horse Too," Duo smiled. "I wonder how her mother and grandmother are?"
"Her mother's on stage when I left," Hilde smirked. "And her grandmother's doing a porno film near there." With her statement, both men shivered.
"Wufei, Dorothy, you're up," Heero said in his earpiece.
*** Wufei was walking at the slot machines when a woman bumped him really hard.
"Watch it, woman!" he shouted. The blond woman frowned at him and placed her hands on her hips.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" she asked rather prissily.
"Apologize? To a woman? Never!" he shouted.
"And you are you to talk?" she raised her voice. "You men are all pigs!"
"Excuse me, what's going on?" one of the security men asked. Wufei ignored him and went about shouting at the woman.
"This is injustice! A woman is supposed to serve a man!" he said as he noticed a man with a rather long bangs enter the unguarded door to the security room.
"Is that what you think about?" the woman raved as she continued her assault.
Trowa immediately found the camera system controls and went to work.
**
The next day Millard was trying on some dark blue suits and admired himself on the mirror. He, Heero and Une were at her home preparing for the next phase of the plan.
"This material's nice," Mill commented.
"It's imported silk," Une said. Heero stood and went to his side.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" he asked. Mill glared at him but he didn't flinch.
"You made me travel all the way from New York, leave my wife when she needs me not to mention breaking my sister's heart all those years ago and you ask me if I'M up to it? The next time you ask me that HEERO, you would wish you have never heard of the term vengeance," Mill said. Heero nodded and walked back to Une.
"He'll be fine," he said. Shaking his head, Mill looked at his reflection and wore a serious expression.
"My... ahem. My...." Mill was trying to emulate some voices and chose the snobbish, greedy man tone.
"My name is Zechs Marquise."
** **
"Okay, tell me about Dekim Junior," Duo said as he ate some shrimp cocktails.
"That guys a machine," Jeremy said as he sipped his iced tea. They were both in the lobby of the Bellagio waiting for the man. "He's running in a well oiled rut."
"Tell me," Duo said.
"He arrives at the Bellagio at two P.M. Same car, same driver," Jeremy started. "He knows every valet's name on the way in."
"Really?" Duo mused. "I even have some trouble remembering women's names."
"No doubt during an improper time," Jeremy smirked. "To continue, offices are up stairs, works hard, hits the lobby floor at seven on the nose."
"You actually timed it?" Duo said, impressed. Jeremy took a stopwatch and showed him the time remaining.
"He then spends three minutes talking with his casino manager."
"What do the talk about?" Duo asked.
"Purely business. Dekim likes to know what's going on in his casinos, likes to be in control. There's not a situation he didn't know about or handled personally. In my opinion, he's a paranoid control freak." Duo laughed at Jeremy's observations.
"What then?" Duo asked through his stifles.
"He spends a few minutes glad handing the high rollers, he is also fluent in Spanish, German and Italian and is taking Japanese lessons and is getting good at it.
"He's out by seven thirty where an assistant gives him a black portfolio. Contents: the days take and new security codes. Then he heads for the restaurant," as if on cue, Dekim Junior passed them at the stairs leading to the second floors. When he was already out of earshot, Jeremy smirked.
"What did I tell you? A machine."
"That portfolio contains the codes to all the gates doors?" Duo asked.
"Yeah," Jeremy sighed. "Two minutes after they're changed he already has them in his hands." He suddenly frowned in worry.
"What is it?" Duo asked.
"You can't believe the stories I heard about the Dekims," Jeremy said. "The last guy caught cheating in here had it bad. He had the guys house repossessed and bankrupt..."
"His brother-in-laws business, I heard," Duo smiled.
"He destroys you and everyone who knows you," Jeremy said. "And the guy who cheated went missing."
"He probably ran," Duo suggested.
"Don't bet on it," Jeremy hissed.
"Are you scared?" Duo smiled teasingly.
"It's your grave," he smirked.
"What else?" Duo asked.
"There comes a girl that joins him for dinner," Jeremy looked at the top of the stairs. "She's the reason Mariemaia frequents in the museum. She's the curator. There she is," Duo looked up and gaped.
Walking down the stairs in an elegant, red business dress was a beautiful woman. Her blond hair flowed up to her waist and her sea green eyes mirrored determination and kindness. Duo turned his back just in time before she passed them.
"I don't know if we can use her yet," Jeremy said as he noticed Duo's sullen expression. "I didn't catch her name but I can probably ask Mariemaia about it."
"Don't bother," Duo sighed.
"Why is that?" Jeremy asked. "You know her?"
"Quite well," Duo said.
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Relena Darlian."
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End of 3
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A/n: Tadah! This is getting tougher to do as the story progresses. Thanks for reviewing! So? What did you think of it?
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"Alright, here's how we begin," Herro looked at his grifters and smirked. "First task is reconnaissance. I want to know everything that's going on in the three casinos. From the rotation of the dealers to the path of every cash cart. I want to know everything about every guard, every watcher with a security pass. I want to know where they're from, what their nicknames are, how they take their coffee."
"Sounds easy enough," Dorothy huffed.
"Most of all, I want you to know these casinos," Heero frowned at her comment. "They are built like labyrinths to keep people in. I want you to know every exit and the quickest routes out."
"I hate mazes," Wufei growled. Heero glared at him.
"Was there a saying about complains are for the weak?" Dorothy quipped earning laughter from the crowd. Wufei merely snorted and looked away.
"Second task, power," Heero looked at Wufei. "On the night of the fight we're going to throw the switch on sin city. Wufei? It's your show."
"Blind, broke or Bethlehem?" he asked.
"What about all three?" Heero said.
"Done," Wufei smirked.
"Third task, surveillance," he looked at Trowa who was looking at the plans of the security system. "Casino security has an eye and an ear on everything so we want an eye and ear on them. Trowa?"
"It's not the least accessible system I've seen but it's close," Trowa looked at him in question. "They don't have a closed circuit feed, do they?"
"No," Heero said.
"So it's a black bag job. They have in house technician?"
"Hilde?"
"I'm on it," the shorthaired woman smiled and left the house.
"Fourth task, construction. We need to build an exact replica of the Bellagio vault."
"Practice?" Jeremy asked.
"Something like that," Duo smiled.
"Fifth task," Heero turned towards Jeremy. "Intelligence. We need those codes, Jeremy. Watch the only person who has all three."
"Dekim?" he asked. "Which one?"
"Junior," Une supplied. "He's in charge while daddy lounges off."
"Learn to love his shadow," Duo said.
"But love is not in your vocabulary, is it?" Wufei sneered. Suddenly, he found a knife wedged in between his legs, almost hitting his privates. Wufei seemed unfazed but the rest was surprised.
"Enough," Une said as she looked at the two. "Learn to play nice." She then turned to Heero. "I also need him for another task, if you don't mind." Heero shook his head and turned back to his group.
"Sixth task, transport," he looked at Quatre and Dorothy. "I'll leave you two to it."
"Shopping for cars," Quatre smirked. "Lovely."
"Let's get started," Heero said but paused. "It can wait till morning. Until then, stay out of trouble."
"Jeremy," Une said and the young man looked at her inquiringly. "There's another thing we want you to do."
"What is it?" he asked. Heero came over and looked at the two of them before giving Jeremy a piece of paper.
"We want you to keep an eye out for Mariemaia," he said. To their surprise, Jeremy suddenly blushed.
"Pa... pardon?" he stuttered. Heero was thankful he left Doctor J before he killed all emotions from Jeremy.
"You'll be staying here for a week," Une said. "After this job, I want you as her permanent bodyguard." Jeremy slightly frowned on that offer.
"Why?" he asked. "Judging by her character she doesn't want ANY bodyguard."
"She frequents in the Bellagio's museum," Une said. "Just keep an eye on her. Junior's been a pain for a while now."
"Before this job is over, you have to tell me what's going on," Jeremy looked at Une and smiled at her. Jeremy left the room leaving Une and Heero behind.
"He'll do it," Heero said in full confidence. Une sighed in relief.
"Believe it or not, I think he's just the thing she needed to come out of her shell?" Heero looked at her incredulously.
"Shell?"
"Emotional shell," Une sighed. "She had never looked at any man after her attack. It galls me to say this but I am thankful that old mad Dekim stopped his son before..." Heero nodded and looked at Jeremy who was sitting on the dive board.
"Do not tell Jeremy that," Heero said. "He might do something to jeopardize the mission."
"She never told you why she left, did she?" Une asked with a knowing look.
"I never looked for her," Heero said silently and walked away.
Une smiled and shook her head.
** **
The next day the grifters dispersed to do their assigned jobs.
Wufei entered the bowels of the city to find his mark. Quatre and Dorothy went for the vehicles and Jeremy was not seen for the entire day.
That night Heero, Trowas and Duo were in one of the Bellagio's suites planning on how to get inside the security gates. They were waiting for Hilde for the information they needed to pull this off.
A moment later, Hilde entered the room and smiled at its occupants.
"I got it," she tossed the key card to Trowa who just caught it. "You got one hour to pull this off. Otherwise Betty could not hold the tech any longer."
"Thanks babe," Duo winked at her. Trowa, who was wearing one of the tech's uniforms exited the room with the card key.
"Betty?" Heero asked Duo.
"She's a strip dancer at the Crazy Horse Too," Duo smiled. "I wonder how her mother and grandmother are?"
"Her mother's on stage when I left," Hilde smirked. "And her grandmother's doing a porno film near there." With her statement, both men shivered.
"Wufei, Dorothy, you're up," Heero said in his earpiece.
*** Wufei was walking at the slot machines when a woman bumped him really hard.
"Watch it, woman!" he shouted. The blond woman frowned at him and placed her hands on her hips.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" she asked rather prissily.
"Apologize? To a woman? Never!" he shouted.
"And you are you to talk?" she raised her voice. "You men are all pigs!"
"Excuse me, what's going on?" one of the security men asked. Wufei ignored him and went about shouting at the woman.
"This is injustice! A woman is supposed to serve a man!" he said as he noticed a man with a rather long bangs enter the unguarded door to the security room.
"Is that what you think about?" the woman raved as she continued her assault.
Trowa immediately found the camera system controls and went to work.
**
The next day Millard was trying on some dark blue suits and admired himself on the mirror. He, Heero and Une were at her home preparing for the next phase of the plan.
"This material's nice," Mill commented.
"It's imported silk," Une said. Heero stood and went to his side.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" he asked. Mill glared at him but he didn't flinch.
"You made me travel all the way from New York, leave my wife when she needs me not to mention breaking my sister's heart all those years ago and you ask me if I'M up to it? The next time you ask me that HEERO, you would wish you have never heard of the term vengeance," Mill said. Heero nodded and walked back to Une.
"He'll be fine," he said. Shaking his head, Mill looked at his reflection and wore a serious expression.
"My... ahem. My...." Mill was trying to emulate some voices and chose the snobbish, greedy man tone.
"My name is Zechs Marquise."
** **
"Okay, tell me about Dekim Junior," Duo said as he ate some shrimp cocktails.
"That guys a machine," Jeremy said as he sipped his iced tea. They were both in the lobby of the Bellagio waiting for the man. "He's running in a well oiled rut."
"Tell me," Duo said.
"He arrives at the Bellagio at two P.M. Same car, same driver," Jeremy started. "He knows every valet's name on the way in."
"Really?" Duo mused. "I even have some trouble remembering women's names."
"No doubt during an improper time," Jeremy smirked. "To continue, offices are up stairs, works hard, hits the lobby floor at seven on the nose."
"You actually timed it?" Duo said, impressed. Jeremy took a stopwatch and showed him the time remaining.
"He then spends three minutes talking with his casino manager."
"What do the talk about?" Duo asked.
"Purely business. Dekim likes to know what's going on in his casinos, likes to be in control. There's not a situation he didn't know about or handled personally. In my opinion, he's a paranoid control freak." Duo laughed at Jeremy's observations.
"What then?" Duo asked through his stifles.
"He spends a few minutes glad handing the high rollers, he is also fluent in Spanish, German and Italian and is taking Japanese lessons and is getting good at it.
"He's out by seven thirty where an assistant gives him a black portfolio. Contents: the days take and new security codes. Then he heads for the restaurant," as if on cue, Dekim Junior passed them at the stairs leading to the second floors. When he was already out of earshot, Jeremy smirked.
"What did I tell you? A machine."
"That portfolio contains the codes to all the gates doors?" Duo asked.
"Yeah," Jeremy sighed. "Two minutes after they're changed he already has them in his hands." He suddenly frowned in worry.
"What is it?" Duo asked.
"You can't believe the stories I heard about the Dekims," Jeremy said. "The last guy caught cheating in here had it bad. He had the guys house repossessed and bankrupt..."
"His brother-in-laws business, I heard," Duo smiled.
"He destroys you and everyone who knows you," Jeremy said. "And the guy who cheated went missing."
"He probably ran," Duo suggested.
"Don't bet on it," Jeremy hissed.
"Are you scared?" Duo smiled teasingly.
"It's your grave," he smirked.
"What else?" Duo asked.
"There comes a girl that joins him for dinner," Jeremy looked at the top of the stairs. "She's the reason Mariemaia frequents in the museum. She's the curator. There she is," Duo looked up and gaped.
Walking down the stairs in an elegant, red business dress was a beautiful woman. Her blond hair flowed up to her waist and her sea green eyes mirrored determination and kindness. Duo turned his back just in time before she passed them.
"I don't know if we can use her yet," Jeremy said as he noticed Duo's sullen expression. "I didn't catch her name but I can probably ask Mariemaia about it."
"Don't bother," Duo sighed.
"Why is that?" Jeremy asked. "You know her?"
"Quite well," Duo said.
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Relena Darlian."
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End of 3
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A/n: Tadah! This is getting tougher to do as the story progresses. Thanks for reviewing! So? What did you think of it?