Potter's Eleven
Chapter Six
"The first task will be reconnaissance," said Harry, "I want to know everything that is going on inside the casino. I want to know everything from the rotation from the dealers to the paths of the cash carts."
Dennis checked his watch as the number three cash cart came around the black-jack table. Writing the time down on a small piece of paper, he finished the game and tailed it to the next table.
"I want to know everything about every guard, dealer and person with a security pass. I want to know if the like their coffee black or with crème. I want to know who and what they are."
"Yeah, there's this girl, Maggie, who I really like," said one of the guards sitting across the table from Draco, who was doing a cross word, "She's working her way through med school by dancing at the Crazy Horse Too."
"Really?" asked the guy sitting next to him, "you don't mind that she's a dancer?"
"Nope, hey Draco, how's your elbow?" said the first guy calling across the table towards Draco.
"It's getting a little better. Hopefully I'll be able to play in a couple of weeks," he said with a smile as he stood up and folded up his cross word that now had all of the first guy's information written on it and walked out of the lounge.
"Ass, he thinks he's better than us just because he's a Quidditch player," said the first guy after Draco had left.
"And most of all, I want you guys to know the casinos. They're built to keep people in; I want you guys to know the fastest ways out."
Fred and George sat at a table sipping their drinks and watching a door to the right steadfastly. A man with an ID walked through the door and they both stood to get up.
"He walked through at 10:44," George said as they started to walk out.
"No, he walked through at 10:46," Fred said in return, "Get a watch that works."
"Second task, power. The game is going to be played two blocks away from the casino. The night of the game, we're going to through the power. Basher, it's your show."
"Do you want broke, blind or bedlam?" Basher asked.
"How about all three."
"Done."
Basher walked along the crowed street with four bright orange cones in his hands. Trying to avoid people as they came walking by, he found a man hole and put the orange cones around it and disappeared into it.
"Fourth task, surveillance. The casino has an eye and an ear on everyone, so I want an eye and an ear on them. We can't do magic, there's too many alarms that'd go off, so we'll have to do it the Muggle way. Hermione?" Harry asked as Hermione sat at a computer.
"Well, it's not the least accessible system I've ever seen, but its close. It'll definitely be a black bag job. Do they have an in house technician?" she asked.
"They do. And one of them is lonely," Ron said between two big bites of cake.
Maggie danced provocatively with only a thin see through white slip on. Reaching down, she kissed the technician whom Draco had been listening in on earlier. Mid kiss, she carefully pulled his ID from where it was clipped on at his belt and broke the kiss,, walking back stage.
Ron leaned against a pole, sucking on a sucker. Smiling as Maggie came out, he stood up straight and walked to meet her.
"Here ya' go," she said giving him the ID.
"Thanks," he said, "I'll have it back by seven. Say hi to your mom for me."
"Say it yourself, she'll be on stage in ten minutes," Maggie said before walking off.
Ron choked on his sucker.
Fred walked into the casino with a large bunch of balloons in his hand. Walking around aimlessly, he accidentally bumped into someone else. George, the person he had bumped into turned around, only now he had black hair and a magically enhanced tan.
"Watch it bud!" George cried.
"Don't call me bud!" Fred said even louder, letting go of his balloons so that they covered the camera right above them.
"I just did, pal!" George screamed.
"Oh yeah? Jackass!" Fred screamed as loud as he could. Soon a couple of security guards came over, trying to calm them down.
Hermione took her cue and went through the security door with the stolen ID tag. Taking gloves off her hands, she looked at a map and followed it down a hall until she found the right room. The room was full of wires, but she found the one she was looking for and proceeded to cut them and twist them.
Meanwhile..
George and Fred were quickly running out of things to yell at each other.
"Balloon boy!" George yelled although the security guards were trying to pull them apart.
"For your information, I have a very important client waiting for these balloons," Fred yelled back.
"Ha! Your balloon boy! Balloon boy! Balloon boy!" George yelled while doing a jig around Fred.
"Your spitting on me!" Fred yelled back.
"Leave me alone! I don't have the time to mess with whippersnappers like you!" George cried as he stalked off.
"Well, I have business to do too!" Fred cried as he grabbed the balloons form the ceiling and walked off the other way. The security guards just stood there confused.
Harry and Ron sat at a desk watching four computers light up with camera footage from the casino. Happy that they now could see exactly what the casino saw, they got worried as they noticed Hermione come out of the room and walk in the wrong direction. They saw her come back across the hallway and, minutes later, were much relieved to see that she had made it out and was on her way back.
"So tell me why they always paint hallways that color?" Harry asked, relieved that everything had gone right so far.
"They say taupe is very soothing," Ron replied with an arched eyebrow as he ate pasta.
OK, next chapter...we find out who the wild card is! Thanks for reading and please review! Bye! Oh yeah and I'm looking for a beta reader so if anyone wants to be a beta-reader for me, I'll buy you a pack of cookies! Thanks!
Chapter Six
"The first task will be reconnaissance," said Harry, "I want to know everything that is going on inside the casino. I want to know everything from the rotation from the dealers to the paths of the cash carts."
Dennis checked his watch as the number three cash cart came around the black-jack table. Writing the time down on a small piece of paper, he finished the game and tailed it to the next table.
"I want to know everything about every guard, dealer and person with a security pass. I want to know if the like their coffee black or with crème. I want to know who and what they are."
"Yeah, there's this girl, Maggie, who I really like," said one of the guards sitting across the table from Draco, who was doing a cross word, "She's working her way through med school by dancing at the Crazy Horse Too."
"Really?" asked the guy sitting next to him, "you don't mind that she's a dancer?"
"Nope, hey Draco, how's your elbow?" said the first guy calling across the table towards Draco.
"It's getting a little better. Hopefully I'll be able to play in a couple of weeks," he said with a smile as he stood up and folded up his cross word that now had all of the first guy's information written on it and walked out of the lounge.
"Ass, he thinks he's better than us just because he's a Quidditch player," said the first guy after Draco had left.
"And most of all, I want you guys to know the casinos. They're built to keep people in; I want you guys to know the fastest ways out."
Fred and George sat at a table sipping their drinks and watching a door to the right steadfastly. A man with an ID walked through the door and they both stood to get up.
"He walked through at 10:44," George said as they started to walk out.
"No, he walked through at 10:46," Fred said in return, "Get a watch that works."
"Second task, power. The game is going to be played two blocks away from the casino. The night of the game, we're going to through the power. Basher, it's your show."
"Do you want broke, blind or bedlam?" Basher asked.
"How about all three."
"Done."
Basher walked along the crowed street with four bright orange cones in his hands. Trying to avoid people as they came walking by, he found a man hole and put the orange cones around it and disappeared into it.
"Fourth task, surveillance. The casino has an eye and an ear on everyone, so I want an eye and an ear on them. We can't do magic, there's too many alarms that'd go off, so we'll have to do it the Muggle way. Hermione?" Harry asked as Hermione sat at a computer.
"Well, it's not the least accessible system I've ever seen, but its close. It'll definitely be a black bag job. Do they have an in house technician?" she asked.
"They do. And one of them is lonely," Ron said between two big bites of cake.
Maggie danced provocatively with only a thin see through white slip on. Reaching down, she kissed the technician whom Draco had been listening in on earlier. Mid kiss, she carefully pulled his ID from where it was clipped on at his belt and broke the kiss,, walking back stage.
Ron leaned against a pole, sucking on a sucker. Smiling as Maggie came out, he stood up straight and walked to meet her.
"Here ya' go," she said giving him the ID.
"Thanks," he said, "I'll have it back by seven. Say hi to your mom for me."
"Say it yourself, she'll be on stage in ten minutes," Maggie said before walking off.
Ron choked on his sucker.
Fred walked into the casino with a large bunch of balloons in his hand. Walking around aimlessly, he accidentally bumped into someone else. George, the person he had bumped into turned around, only now he had black hair and a magically enhanced tan.
"Watch it bud!" George cried.
"Don't call me bud!" Fred said even louder, letting go of his balloons so that they covered the camera right above them.
"I just did, pal!" George screamed.
"Oh yeah? Jackass!" Fred screamed as loud as he could. Soon a couple of security guards came over, trying to calm them down.
Hermione took her cue and went through the security door with the stolen ID tag. Taking gloves off her hands, she looked at a map and followed it down a hall until she found the right room. The room was full of wires, but she found the one she was looking for and proceeded to cut them and twist them.
Meanwhile..
George and Fred were quickly running out of things to yell at each other.
"Balloon boy!" George yelled although the security guards were trying to pull them apart.
"For your information, I have a very important client waiting for these balloons," Fred yelled back.
"Ha! Your balloon boy! Balloon boy! Balloon boy!" George yelled while doing a jig around Fred.
"Your spitting on me!" Fred yelled back.
"Leave me alone! I don't have the time to mess with whippersnappers like you!" George cried as he stalked off.
"Well, I have business to do too!" Fred cried as he grabbed the balloons form the ceiling and walked off the other way. The security guards just stood there confused.
Harry and Ron sat at a desk watching four computers light up with camera footage from the casino. Happy that they now could see exactly what the casino saw, they got worried as they noticed Hermione come out of the room and walk in the wrong direction. They saw her come back across the hallway and, minutes later, were much relieved to see that she had made it out and was on her way back.
"So tell me why they always paint hallways that color?" Harry asked, relieved that everything had gone right so far.
"They say taupe is very soothing," Ron replied with an arched eyebrow as he ate pasta.
OK, next chapter...we find out who the wild card is! Thanks for reading and please review! Bye! Oh yeah and I'm looking for a beta reader so if anyone wants to be a beta-reader for me, I'll buy you a pack of cookies! Thanks!
