Thieves of a feather: Chapter Two
By Too Lazy
The Black Pearlgang sat in a small run down house only forty miles from their intended target.
Ana-Maria was going over the final details of the plans before she would go over them with the group. Cotton was busy feeding his parrot and relaxing for he had no other job on the heist now that the recon was finished. Gibbs and Jack sat in front of the old antique television that barely worked, but one which Gibbs refused to go anywhere with out, both men were sharing a small flask of Caribbean rum under the very nose of Ana-Maria.
"Alright twits." Ana-Maria announced referring to Jack and Gibbs. Both men turned their attention away from what ever show they were trying to see and faced her with annoyed expressions. "Let's get this over with before you are to drunk to remember what I said." She finished and spread an assortment of maps and blueprints across the old rickety kitchen table.
"Now Ana when I have I ever forgot anything that was spoken from your delectable mouth." Smirked Jack as he took a deep drink from the flask only to find Gibbs had finished it. He glared at Gibbs.
"Stop with the fake flattery and pay attention Sparrow." She motioned for the two men to take a seat in front of her.
"Now, now no need to snap love was just trying to be courteous." Jack said giving Ana a wounded look as he sat and began to roll a cigarette.
Ana frowned, "The day you try to be courteous with no other motive behind it, is the day you are declared a hero." She said sarcastically and pushed in front of them the blue print of Boris Demitri's mansion.
"Alright now I'm only going to explain this once," Ana stopped talking and made sure both men gave their almost full attention before she continued, "Gibbs you are to drop off Jack one point five miles from the main house…" Jack interrupted Ana's voice.
"Oh come on now love do I really have to walk all that?" Jack asked taking a drag from his cigarette.
Ana only sighed, "No Jack you have to run it now pay attention!" she said through gritted teeth.
"After the drop off, the best way to avoid the cameras is to go through the stables located on the west side of the main house." She pointed to the color photos near the blueprint. "Once there you go in through the small basement window located only a hundred yards from the stable gates." Jack grumbled something illegible about the smell of horses.
"Once inside get to the art room which is located on the third floor, the only way to get into that room is through the master bedroom."
Ana saw Jack about to say something. "Don't worry Jack; the security will be neutralized by the time you reach the basement. And no guards will be there on that day because they will be with Demitri at a press conference. The only problem is that all the paintings have alarms on a separate system, all you have to do is clip the blue wire behind them." Jack nodded his approval at Ana-Maria's planning.
"When it comes to the glass cases be careful whatever you do, Don't. Touch. Them. There is not way to break into them with out setting out the pressure alarms or the lock down sequence." She said pointing to the pictures of the glass cases in question, Jack held his hands in surrender. Ana Maria continued her briefing.
"Now once inside the art room you will have five minutes to grab our clients' merchandise and a few items for the rest of us and five minutes to get out." Grabbing a rolled up map she hit Gibbs on the head.
"Wake up you slob! Here is where you and your …" she paused for the word, "skills come in. At this time you are going to drive up around the back of the main house and pick up Jack drive him down to the airport where I will have our jet stand by. Once you are there Gibbs, you shall take control of flying, and then it is off to Rome for the first drop off." Ana finished with a smile quite please she had managed to get through the briefing with out raising her voice much.
Jack looked at Gibbs and Gibbs looked at Jack. "Sounds like a plan there Capt.'." Gibbs said.
"Indeed it does Gibbs." Jack replied scratching his goatee smiling gleefully. "What time do we start then love?" Jack looked to Ana-Maria who was now burning all of the maps, notes and blue prints in the kitchen sink.
"Well we start as soon as Demitri leaves his house which if I am right will be at eight-o'clock after the conference but he will be there for the party. Demitri is a sucker for a free dinner. So at eight-thirty is when we begin."
"Aren't all rich men." Grinned Jack as he turned in his seat
"Zo then you underzertand your job then Hector?" Demitri asked as he looked at Barbossa. In Demitri's opinion Barbossa hardly seemed capable of what he wanted but the man had an excellent reputation.
"Aye I do, I already have everything in order and you won't be connected to it because you will be arriving after the incident will take place." Barbossa smiled showing off heavily tarred teeth that made Demitri cringe.
"That'z good to hear once you have finished thiz part I trust you will be ready for the zecond?" asked Demitri.
"You need not worry about anything as we speak your package is be acquired." Barbossa said standing up from his chair. "Now if you will excuse me I have other matters to attend to." Barbossa started to the office door.
"Ah yez please take care until we meet again Hector." Demitri said also rising from his seat. Barbossa turned to Demitri looking at him with a glare that could scare the Devil into hiding.
"You shall address me as Mr. Barbossa understand you pig?" Barbossa pulled out a gun from his brown jacket pocket. "We are not friends and I dislike your kind and I will not be belittled by a prick like you!" Barbossa pulled the trigger and the bullet missed Demitri's head by an inch but shattered a priceless Ming vase instead. Barbossa walked out leaving a very frightened Demitri behind.
Watching the crowd of rich and stiff members of Interpol and of government always left Elizabeth slightly depressed. Made her wonder if this was all life had in store for her. The sound of some waltz number playing in the back ground always made her sleepy and here it was only six o'clock or around there.
Elizabeth had been at this pre-party before the ceremony to promote Norrington and Turner for three hours and she was board stiff. Here she was in a tight red dress that was almost impossible to walk in but as the designer had said, "It looks wonderful plus it is the styles here in Paris, now breathe in."
Elizabeth sighed as she sat listening to the tale of Norrington's arrest of some crime boss. Elizabeth noticed as he just continued to talk he was editing the story as if a part of it might scare her. He was a very nice and handsome man but very boring. Turner or Will as he had asked her to call him was more or less the same but only younger than Norrington.
Will was also very shy. Elizabeth found that she liked him, he was very sweet and when she told him so he blushed profusely. When he had asked her to dance Elizabeth refused not because she did not want to dance with him but because the stiletto heels and dress were killing her. Seeing Will's hurt look she quickly asked him out on a date too which he quickly agreed. Now as she sat listening to Norrington and seeing Will giving her puppy looks from across the dining room, she was regretting her decision.
"Ladies and gentlemen please take your seats we are about to begin the ceremony." Prime Minister Swann said.
"Please excuse me Elizabeth it was very nice to meet, I hope I can continue my story at the after dinner party?" Norrington asked as he helped Elizabeth stand up from her seat.
Elizabeth who did not want to be rude least she embarrass her father smiled politely and nodded her head. "I would be glad to hear the rest inspector."
Norrington smiled and then left her to be ready to accept his award and promotion when they called his name
Elizabeth decided this would be the best time to make a temporary exit and went to the ladies room hoping that she could hide in their long enough to avoid Norrington and the whole affair. As she left the ballroom she did not notice she was being followed by her bodyguard Bo' Sun.