Author's Note: Okay, this was nearly pointless. I think I'm going to drag this on for longer, just to keep you on your toes. Warning, plot twists ahead. Oh and kudos to those paying attention to little hints, I thinkI was pretty blunt though, may have ruined it. O well.
'Give me the spanner.'
'The what?'
'The wrench!' - Sorry, random. But the title reminded me of this scene in Entrapment, yet another inspiration for this story. Haven't seen it? Check it out, SeanConnery and Catherine Zeta Jones, two thieves, two awesome heists.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or Fortune's Fine Jewellery
Chapter 16 - A Spanner in the Works
Jinx walked into Raven's office, happy to find her cold hearted boss was back. Raven wore her usual attire, no-nonsense navy blue business suit and heels. Jinx waltzed right into the office as in her usual manner and sat on Raven's desk.
Leaning close she whispered to a busy Raven, "Guess what." Raven looked up from her paper work and raised an eyebrow, uninterested.
Jinx, although knowing otherwise, took this as 'proceed' sign and continued, '"There has been some talk, y'know around the office, that Dick," she cleared her throat, "dick had been… preoccupied lately." Now Raven was interested. Her eyes widened as a million thoughts filled her head. O God has everyone found out. Did Dick brag about that one night? O shit, no one better tell Gar.
"He's having an affair with," Jinx paused for dramatic effect causing Raven to sigh, "Kori!"
Raven's actually gasped; no one had seen that coming. She instantly felt relief wash over her. Of course everyone had seen Dick send flirty hints the way of Raven's secretary, but his promiscuous reputation preceded him and no one thought more of it. And now he had gotten himself a new flavour of the month. A protective motherly feeling suddenly swept over Raven. Kori was a sweet girl, naïve and innocent, Raven swore an oath silently to herself vowing to kill Dick if he hurt her.
"Where'd this come from?"
"Everyone is talking about it," Jinx looked away and smirked, "well of course you wouldn't know, you've been preoccupied yourself with your own little millionaire hunk." Jinx gave Raven a playful wink. She bit back with a look that said 'o yeah?'
"Well then, it seems like this exhibit has brought more than just publicity into our lives, because from what I recall you got yourself your own security man. Or is Victor a thing of the past?"
"Right now, I'm snubbing him. He's been spending an awful lot of time with that officer Beecher, I know he's over her but he need to be trained. And I just happened to have a couple of doggie treats and a rolled up newspaper." Just then Victor burst into the room, breathing heavily as if he'd been running.
"Jinx I-" he saw the two women sending him glares for interrupting their talk, "Uh, sorry. I'll come back later."
"No, its fine. We were done anyway," Jinx stood up from the desk and gave Raven a small wink before heading out the door to see what Victor had wanted. The door closed behind them and Raven smiled, they were an adorable couple. She thought about what she said before, about Cleopatra brining them more than ticket sales. It had completely changed their lives.
Jinx walked ahead of Victor on the way to her office, he slugged behind her head down, his hand nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"So, um Jinx sweetie, you're not still um, y'know, mad about-" He stuttered as she picked up the pace, suddenly he was cut off the slamming of her office door in his face. He opened it and rubbed his nose, "Oh, um, that's fine… I'm sure it was an accident."
Jinx had made her way to her chair and sat down, "I'm not. So you wanted to talk to me?" Victor sighed and let his shoulders sag before walking over to where she sat. He bent down on his knees and put his hands on her thighs.
"Jinx, come on, don't play with me. Karen is nothing, it was just business. She just likes to get under your skin is all."
Victor smiled his charming smile and jinx sighed, giving in and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. If he ever found out that by using his softer side he can get her to give in during any argument, then that would be the day and she would fold like a deck of cards under his will. He smiled suggestively and she let him spread open her legs, grab a hold of her outer thighs and pull her in close to his torso. They were face to face. It was a starkly erotic position, and everything female in Jinx responded wildly.
She grinned cattily, "So you're sure I have nothing to worry about Sparky?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure; just... maybe you should find me a new nickname."
Jinx furrowed her brow, "Hmm, let's see. How about your old college nickname, Cy? Cyborg?"
He tilted his head back laughing, "No, Gar still calls me that. It's stupid, pick another one."
Jinx thought again before getting a naughty look in her eyes and pulling him closer so that their bodies touched, "How about Stone?"
He grinned back, catching her hint, "I could think of a couple reasons why that would be okay." Their faces were inching closer, both grinning at the connotation. Both forgetting where they were, and that the door wasn't locked and anybody could just burst in. They were too caught up in each other.
Jinx looked down at his lips and licked her own, "Yeah? So can I." And their mouths closed in, in a heated kiss.
Outside, Karen and Roy sat in a disguised white van. Contrary to the popular belief of there being an entire arsenal of weapons and massive amounts of technology packed into the backs of the white cop cars, all there was were old-time army surplus radios, two laptops and piles of papers spread out over a small coffee table stuffed inside with two benches on either side.
Karen wore her civvies, jogging pants and a sweatshirt, as did Roy. They sat in the back, Tim Horton's coffee in hand, looking over candid black and whites taken of people frequently exiting and entering the ROM. Among them were, Victor, Jinx, Raven, Gar, Dick, Kori and several other staff. Stapled to these pictures were the person's stats and background information.
Karen rubbed her palm against her forehead frustrated and annoyed with lack of sleep. Time was ticking and he was still at large. He was dangerous, among INTERPOL's most wanted criminals list, and what really irked them was that they knew right where he was. He was here, in Toronto and he had his eye on this exhibit. They had even already set a trap. But for him, was it enough?
Mikron O'Jeneus waltzed right into the ROM like he owned the place. He was a short Irish kid looking to be no older than 16. He was, of course, a genius. His flaming red hair stood slightly slicked back with massive amounts of gel. He wore overalls and a green turtle neck underneath with an olive bomber jacket to top it all off. Strutting in past the front doors and bumped right into Victor who was walking with Jinx.
Victor quickly apologised as Mikron walked away, he waved a hand impassively, "Watch it ya big lug!"
"What'chu call me punk?" Victor called back despite Jinx's hand on his arm telling him not to start.
Mikron turned around, "I called ya a big lug, all brawn no brains." His Irish accent emphasised the R's and U's. He rested a hand on his hip in a authority defying stance. Jinx couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he looked like a little leprechaun.
Victor poked his shoulder, "You better watch yourself kid, don't start shit with important people." Mikron swiftly caught his hand before he could jab it in his shoulder again causing Victor's jaw to drop at his agility.
"Hey ya big lummox, I'll tell you who's important here and who's not. I happen to be Mikron O'Jeneus, Mikron 'Gizmo' O'Jeneus sent over here to do an inspection of the security system on behalf of the British Museum," Vic gulped visibly and Mikron smirked, "And I'm assuming by your attitude that yer none other than Victor 'Cyborg' Stone." He emphasised on Vic's nickname in a mocking voice.
"So, shit for brains, if you want Cleopatra here. You better shut yer mouth and show the really important people some respect." Jinx saw smoke come out of Vic's ears and decided to butt in before he said something stupid.
"But you can't older than 16." Mikron took his gaze off of Vic to look at Jinx, and his eyebrows rose approvingly. He dropped Victor's hand and took Jinx's in a sweeping bow.
"Well, fair maiden, I'm somewhat special. I became a member of Mensa when I was 7 and invented my greatest inventions before I was 9. By age ten, I was being hired by the world's most renowned museums to do security, the Louvre in Paris, the Metropolitan Museum in New York, and of course the British Museum."
Victor watched on, fuming with anger and jealousy, as the young punk put the moves on his girlfriend.
"I heard its all down hill from here," murmured Victor, his arms crossed across his chest.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you Mr. O'Jeneus. I'm Jennifer Hagge, the resident chief of security here at the ROM. Now we'd like to get started right away so I'd you'd follow me." Jinx walked away with Mikron beside her, grinning like a love sick puppy, and Victor trailing behind, arms still crossed and positively fuming.
A small bleeping red dot pulsed at the bottom left corner of the laptop. There was a robbery in progress. Karen looked up and pressed enter, a map of Toronto appeared with the location of the robbery glowing red.
Roy looked up at it too, "Relax Bee, its local turf. The last thing they want are a coupled of suits marching in their territory." Karen just shook her head as she ran the mouse over the location, 1901 Avenue Road. She turned on one of the radio transceivers and waited. The familiar sound of police codes came from the metal box.
Suddenly she exited the back and Roy saw her enter the driver's side.
"Hey, I said-" She turned around to face him through the mesh, cutting him off.
"I know what you said, but this is a jewellery store. Our man coulda hit it, 'sides it don't hurt none to go check it out. We don't hafta get involved. Just listen for updates and chill."
Roy shook his head and listened intently on the radio for further updates as the van jerked forward.
Karen watched from the van's driver seat as police cars flooded the area. It was all a big commotion. They were at Fortunes Fine Jewellers in North York, it wasn't far from the ROM though, actually it was just further down the street. Although, Roy argued, the robbery was a forced entry, even from where the van sat Karen could see broken glass, there were even paramedics there carrying two people away on a stretcher. It couldn't possibly have been their man, though he was known to be violent, he didn't break into places in broad daylight charging and knocking people out. His style had more finesse, albeit not too much since he did still knock heads when necessary.
"See Bee, it's not him."
"Shut up, get the metabolic microphone and get your ass up here." Roy sighed and followed orders, coming into the passenger seat with a small gun like object with two headphones jacked in. Karen slipped on the headphones, aimed it towards the scene and pulled the trigger, suddenly the headphones filled with sounds of frantic conversation.
Karen squinted trying to listen to the chief directly.
"Big guy, massive, about 6 feet. He had, um, brown hair and a thick goatee. Looked about early thirties or so. But shit he scared the fucking hell out of us. I though he was gunna kill Claire. Like fuck he was strong, lifted her up with one hand and smashed the glass with the other." The man behind the counter was retelling his story.
"Chief, souns like our man," some other cop.
"Yep, sounds a lot like him, made away with 300 grand worth of jewellery. But I still don't know. He's wanted all over Europe and the US…" The chief's voice was young, not the rough deep, seeded with cigarettes and booze stereotype portrayed on TV.
"Yeah Chief, he gets himself wanted from all the noteworthy states and countries so he crosses the border. Makes sense."
Just then they heard yet another officer come in, "We got it Chief, Baran Flinders. Born in Australia, believed to be emotionally unstable and mentally underdeveloped, Jesus, we got ourselves a brainless ape. Served 4 years in Britain for arson. 6 in the US for larceny, was believed to be a part of the HIVE gang in Boston, mostly muscle work, y'know' bustin' knee caps and breakin' legs. Shit, I could go on; the charges on his guy are endless. He just kept getting off, dead witnesses and bribed judges, that whole scene. Still don't know what he's doing here, sir."
Karen released the trigger, she couldn't believe her ear. Baran Flinders. Mammoth, was here. He too was infamous among INTERPOL. He was an international goomba, took orders from anybody for the right price. He wasn't here on his own, no he couldn't even cross the border without setting off alarms, without somebody's help. He was working for someone, someone who wanted a slice of the pie.
She turned to Roy, all of the colour drained from his face, "Looks like this exhibit is attracting more attention than we want."
A/N: Okay, Mikron O'Jeneus is the actual name of Gizmo. I'm not sure if he's Irish cuz his origin story doesn't really say but his name sure does sound Irish. Also, in the comic book, he's actually old, with red hair and a goatee, but for those who don't follow the comic, just think of him as a combination of Gizmo and Kid Flash. After all, Kid Flash and Jinx were awfully cute.