Disclaimer: I don't own Lupin, Jigen, Goemon or Fujiko. And I certainly don't own Moller Int.
It was 7:35 in the goddamn morning and the phone was ringing. Lupin didn't especially care why it was making all that racket, or who might happen to be on the other end of the line, he just knew it was making his head hurt in that nagging way that warns of a hangover looming on the horizon.
"Someone answer the phone," he managed to croak. There was no one around to hear him croaking.
Jigen was up. It was friggin early and he was friggin tired, he could desperately use a cigarette and a stiff drink, but he was awake.
"Friggin Fujiko..." was all he had managed to say before the proprietor of said name made an appearance in the crowded airport.
He thoroughly planned to continue cursing her all the way to California - if for no other reason then the fact it simply made him feel better - but for the moment decided to keep his rather dirty string of vocabulary to himself. No sense in rising her ire.
"Jigen, glad you made it on time," Fujiko remarked, tossing her hair - today she donned a blonde wig - over her shoulder in a casual gesture. "I just called to see if you had left the house yet. I hope I didn't wake poor Lupin."
Jigen grunted by way of response.
"Where is Goemon? I thought you said he agreed to come?"
The gunman pointed over his shoulder to a small cafe. "He's grabbing me some coffee to dump this bottle of scotch into so I don't have to be conscious for the entire flight."
Fujiko gave him a disapproving glance, but held her tongue.
The pair waited for Goemon before wandering off to a relatively deserted corner so Fujiko could provide them with some necessary documents.
"Sorry I wasn't able to give these to you a bit earlier. It took longer than I expected for everything to get here."
She handed each of them a small envelope and a larger package wrapped in brown paper.
"The envelopes contain security passes to help you gain access to the building. There's also a small map in there. All of the exits have been marked, as well as the security room and the easiest and most direct path to the location of the target. The packages contain uniforms. I obtained all of this from an old contact of mine who will be meeting you at the airport in California. Her name is Shannon Phillips. She has some more information to give you when you arrive."
Fujiko paused for a moment and reached into her bag to remove what looked like cell phones.
"Keep these on you at all times. They're transmitting devices. They pinpoint your location through satellite and can emit an emergency signal should something go wrong. Just press this button - " she pointed to a small green button on the underside of the transmitter - "and I'll pick up the signal on my end."
She looked back and forth between the two thieves, awaiting questions. When none came, she snapped her bag shut and stood.
"If you gentlemen don't have any other concerns, then I'll let you be on your way."
She had turned to leave when a gruff hand grabbed her elbow. She glanced back at Jigen as he tilted his hat upwards, exposing his eyes, a rare sign that she knew denoted his seriousness.
"Remember what I said?" The gunman warned. "Keep an eye on him for us. Don't let him do anything stupid. And for God's sakes don't say anything about his birthday."
