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Flirting With Danger – Chapter 9
"Oh come on, you're going to run? You actually think you can outrun my robots?" Roland taunted them as they ran for their lives.
Blair could sense the robots gaining on them, "he's right, we can't outrun them."
"We don't even have any weapons! How on Earth are we supposed to pass this test?" Chuck said angrily, his legs were already killing him and he was feeling out of breath.
"We fight them," Blair grabbed his hand and stopped running. "The old-fashioned way, Bass."
As the robots drew closer to them, Blair murmured, "their weak spot is at the neck. It's always the neck. Wait for my cue and them aim a kick at the neck."
Chuck nodded silently and prepared himself. Up close, the robots were even more terrifying. They looked scarily life-like and Blair wondered if human skin had been used to craft them.
"Now!" Blair cried, and they aimed two perfect roundhouse kicks at the robots. As Blair had predicted, the robots collapsed on the spot and lay motionless on the metal floor.
"That's it?" Chuck looked around.
"You wish," Roland laughed manically. "My tests aren't that easy, you know. But I will allow you weapons for this portion."
Chuck and Blair looked around, expecting something to leap out and attack them but nothing came. Instead, the ceiling opened up and two black handguns fell for them to catch. They also received a sleek Motorola cellphone which rang immediately.
"Hello?" Blair flipped open the phone and put it on speaker so Chuck could hear.
"This portion of your assessment is rather simple. All you have to do is follow instructions. You think you can do that?" Roland's voice mocked them.
"Yes," Chuck gritted his teeth. This Roland Devin guy is getting annoying.
"Now, walk out of this place - a black Ferrari will be waiting for you outside. Get in. The keys are in the ignition."
"What is this? Eagle Eye?" Chuck scoffed referring to latest action movie which involved two strangers being given instructions by a computer who threatened to kill them if they didn't comply.
"Indeed...that film is where I got this idea from!" Roland chuckled delightedly. "You really should watch it. It's a fantastic movie."
"He's pretty strange for a villain, isn't he?" Blair said.
Chuck nodded with a smirk.
"You do realise that I can hear you perfectly...don't you?" Roland sounded irritated. "Hurry up, get into the darn Ferrari!"
Chuck got into the driver's seat and Blair slipped in next to him. "And where exactly are we supposed to go?" Chuck asked.
"Follow the red arrow on the navigation system. Do NOT attempt to take another route - I have a few surprises for you two."
After driving for about ten minutes, Blair gasped, "we're going to Bergdorf's."
"Why the hell would Devin send us to Bergdorfs?" Chuck looked at her in amusement.
"I don't know! But I do know that this is the way to Bergdorf's," Blair snapped.
Chuck sighed, "Blair, you're probably just fantasising about shopping. I don't think we're going to Bergdorf's."
"We so are!" Blair glared at him. "You'll see."
"You're delusional," Chuck muttered under his breath.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you just say?" Blair said sharply.
Before he could answer, the phone was ringing again.
"Well, I trust you know where you're headed?" Roland declared excitedly.
"Yes," Blair replied.
"No," Chuck glared at the phone as though it was the cell phone's fault that his partner was hallucinating.
"Bergdorf Goodman, on 5th avenue is a department store frequented by the filthy rich and fabulous. Can you imagine the amount of money they make every single day?" Roland said as the large, familiar building loomed before them.
Blair smirked at Chuck who was suddenly very focused on his driving. "I hate to say I told you so, but - "
"I thought you hate to say 'I told you so'," Chuck grumbled.
"Yes, well now that we have established that Miss Waldorf doesn't like to say 'I told you so' - I'll explain your next test to you," Roland interrupted, just as Blair was opening her mouth to say something. "It's simple, really. All you have to do is steal all the cash in that building."
"What? We have to rob Bergdorf's?!" Blair gasped in horror.
Chuck smirked. "Aww, too bad we can't buy you a few Diane von Furstenberg dresses - I don't think Bergdorf's caters to robbers."
"Shut up," Blair scowled.
"Oh before I forget, there are masks in the bag behind you. I suggest you use them unless you plan on leaving New York permanently." With that, Roland wished them good luck and hung up.
They were searching for a place to park, when Blair burst out laughing.
Chuck frowned in confusion, "Waldorf, are you delirious?"
"No...I just wish mother could see me right now. Robbing her most beloved department store," Blair giggled.
"I think she'd die of a heart attack on the spot," Chuck laughed as he parked the car in one swift motion and grabbed the black duffel bag that was in the backseat.
"Ew," Blair wrinkled her nose as he removed two black cloth masks that would make them look like terrorists.
"Put it on, Waldorf. We have a store to rob," Chuck grinned wickedly putting on the mask.
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"Okay everybody! Get down on the floor and don't even think about using your cellphones to call 911," Blair yelled, gun in hand. She was't finding it so hard to put on a fierce front. First of all, the mask she was wearing was insanely unglamorous. Secondly, the mask was itchy and smelled of someone's sweat. Ugh.
Chuck retrieved all the money as she made sure nobody pulled a heroic stunt. Fortunately, the people who shopped at Bergdorf's were either too scared to do anything, or too smart to mess with Blair.
"Well that went extremely well," Blair smiled pulling off the mask as they calmly sauntered out of the store, heavy duffel bag in hand.
Chuck nodded, "if we ever get fired, we'll just rob a few stores and leave Manhattan."
"Yeah. But why would we get fired? We're the best," Blair grinned cheekily. "Oh wait...actually - I'm the best."
"Bitch," Chuck laughed.
"You know you love me," Blair shrugged, still smiling.
Now there's that slight glimmer of the old Blair Waldorf, Chuck thought to himself with a silly grin still on his face. He caught his reflection in the mirror and shook off the fuzzy feeling. You're Chuck Bass, the best secret agent from Evin & Larrson. You can't afford distractions. Not even if it's in the form of a beautiful brunette you've always loved.
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