Thieves of a feather: chapter 3
Bo' sun followed Elizabeth to the women's bathroom, making sure no onenoticed him as he slipped discreetly inside. She was sitting in the waiting room on the leather couch, seeming lost in thought. Her fingers were nimbly playing with the necklace her father had given her the night before. When she heardthe second door to the bathroom shut she looked up and was deeply surprised.
"Bo' sun this is the women's levy what are you-" she noticed him place hislarge hand on his pistol.
"What are you doing?" she asked, keeping calm and quickly scanning the room to see a way out besides the door, or a weapon to defend herself with. No such luck. Elizabeth was about to scream when Bo 'sun ran up to her and hither on her cheek.
Due to the dress's tightness, she fell and hit her head on the oak coffee table, casing a world of colors to dance across her vision. Elizabeth's face and head hurt so bad at the moment that she did not even resister Bo 'sun leaning over her and sticking a syringe into her neck until it was too late. Blissful unconsciousness came over her.
Bo 'sun stood up from his position over Elizabeth and took out his cell phone. He dialed a number from memory and waited one ring before it was answered. "I have the package, are you in position for pick up?" Bo' sun's heavy voice asked. After a moment he hung up the phone and picked up the unconscious Elizabeth by the waist and went into the restroom and to the middle stall where there was a window. Bo 'sun waited as it was opened from the outside and a set of hands appeared. He handed Elizabeth off and as soon as she was out of the way, he crawled out of the window himself.
At the promotion ceremony, Minister Swann had just finished presenting Will Turner and James Norrington with their new titles.
Jack was severely out of breath by the time he made it to the basement window. He leaned on the side of the house for a moment, catching his breath. "I need to quit smoking." Jack huffed as he got on his knees and crawled through the thankfully unlocked (Jack made a prayer motion) basement window of Demitri's mansion.
As Jack walked trough the mansion he could only think that this guy had the worst taste. Gaudy contemporary furniture that looked uncomfortable littered the place. None of the stuff matched and by the gods of the heavens the man drank only Vodka. Jack shook his head in pity for the owner and went up the over-done red and white marble staircase and made it to the master bedroom.
The bedroom was just like the rest of the house: cheap. 'How is it that rich men only buy the cheapest things in existence?' Jack thought, fingering the cheap green and purple bedding. Jack moved to the art room door, which was so cleverly hidden by a flea market tapestry. The door was locked. Jack, taking out his silver handgun, fired at the knob. The door opened immediately.
Once inside Jack set to work. Taking out specially made wire clips, he carefully pulled each painting away from the wall only an inch and a half and clipped the blue wire as instructed by Ana-Maria. Unclipping a large, black, metal canister from his back, he then carefully took all seven paintings from their frames and rolled them all together and placed them inside and sealed the canister.
'And Robert's my uncle and Fanny's my aunt.' Thought Jack as another Job was about to be successfully completed. Jack stood up and looked about the art room as he strapped the canister to his back; a lot of nice pieces but nothing that was worth sticking around for- until something caught his eye. Behind a glass case was a single gold coin with a skull on the front, surrounded by little small designs. Jack recognized it as a doubloon. Pure gold no less, a trinket like that would be nice to add on to his personal collection.
'No. Can't have mate; just get you into more trouble then its worth.' Jack took one last look at the shiny babble and turned to leave when he heard the master bedroom doors swing open.
Jack hid behind a large Chinese vase near the door and poked his uncombed head around to see what was happing. He was sure this was not part of the plan. Checking his time he saw that he had less then four minutes to get to Gibbs. Jack saw two men, both looking like they had been doing acid for years, holding a young woman whom they threw unceremoniously on the bed.
"So what do we do now, Pintel?" The skinny one asked, he was now cleaning his prosthetic eye before putting it back in its empty socket.
"Don't know, but it'd be a shame not to have some fun with this poppet, eh Ragetti?" The fat bald one asked his companion while leering at the unconscious girl. Ragetti smiled at his friend and both turned to Elizabeth with hungry eyes while approaching her.
Jack, who remained unseen, made the mistake of leaning too hard on the fragile Ming vase and sent it and him self crashing to the floor. The vase exploded into hundreds of fragmented pieces which skirted in all directions on the sky blue marble floor."Shit!" mumbled Jack as he picked himself off the floor and looked into the eyes of the two drugged-looking perverts. Both men charged at Jack. Jack ran back into the art room, picked up a Greek vase and threw it right atRagetti. The vase smacked him so hard in the head it knocked out his eye, which rolled into a corner somewhere. The other one stopped looked at his friend and back at Jack, then bared his tar and plaque grimed teeth like a wild dog. Jack took out his gun and pointed it at Pintel's shiny bald head.
"Look mate, I really don't want to shoot you but if you make me, then I will and
I won't have any bad dreams over it, either." Jack said, his index finger tightening slightly on the trigger, ready to make good on his words. Pintel moved aside and then he did something really stupid; he broke a nearby glass case, which then activated a secondary alarm system.
Jack shot Pintel in the arm, a non-fatal wound but still, a very painful one. Jack ran, stopping only to break the glass case to get his doubloon and then moved into the master bedroom. He was glad to see lady luck was on his side. The lockdown door could not get closed due to a mirror-like pedestal which was in the way.
'Thank the gods for his gaudy taste,' thought Jack. He looked to the bed to see the girl unconscious with blood running down the side of her head and a nasty blue and purple bruise marring her smooth, lightly tanned skin. In all honesty she was the only lovely thing in the room.
Feeling pity of what the two perverts would have done to her had he not screwed up, he picked her up bridle style and sprinted as fast as he could with the added weight to the basement. Jack was so very happy that the window had not been sealed off. Jack managed to get to Gibbs, who upon seeing Jack was yelling about the girl and the sound of approaching sirens. Quickly getting into the back seat or their car, they sped away from the crime scene.
Back at the after dinner party, Prime Minster Swann was being informed of his daughter's absence and Boris Demitri was getting news that he had just been robbed; not just of the girl but of his art as well.
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