Nine Billion Dollar Heist
*Co-authored with the phantasmagorical TRDancer and Lives in Dreams*
Chapter 12: Bra Stuffing
"Emmett Mc-fucking-Carty, you will do what I fucking say or suffer not my fucking wrath, but Edward's. Am I making my fucking self perfectly fucking clear?"—Rosalie
RPOV
I was startled awake by a loud thud and moaning sound. I opened my eyes to see Emmett lying on the floor by the couch, obviously having rolled off in his sleep.
"Fuck, what the hell?" Emmett struggled to get up, staggering around sleepily, crashing into the coffee table and turning around to stumble in the other direction. I got up from the large armchair I'd been curled up in and slapped him in the face, making him sit down heavily on the couch. "What was that for!?"
"Careful, don't break the couch too," I said sarcastically. "We're already late—or you are, at least." I gestured to the clock on the wall that read ten minutes until eight-thirty, the time we'd agreed to meet in the lobby to go to the casino—and Emmett was still wearing his black T-shirt that said 'Beat the Meat Before You Eat It' and baggy sweatpants with the Forks High School symbol emblazoned down the side of the leg. I, however, was already wearing my black halter dress, just in case I had to venture inside the casino for something.
"Shit." Emmett groaned."I'm fucking tired as hell."
"I can tell. Now get up off your ass and get dressed."
"I don't fucking want to."
I raised my eyebrows. Emmett always swore way too much when he was tired—and I'd picked up the habit from him.
"Emmett Mc-fucking-Carty, you will do what I fucking say or suffer not my fucking wrath, but Edward's. Am I making my fucking self perfectly fucking clear?"
"Are you going for the gold record in how many times one person can say fuck in a sentence?"
I glared at him and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
"I'm going, I'm fucking going, don't have a motherfucking spaz!" He pushed himself up off of the couch and toward the bathroom, grumbling under his breath. I sighed and flopped down on the couch to wait for him. I shook my head disdainfully. Emmett could be so stupid sometimes. I mean, really, the gold record? I could have said fuck in a million other places in that sentence if I'd wanted to.
There was a crash from the bathroom, followed by a booming "Shit" from Emmett. I ignored him, knowing he'd come cry to me soon enough.
Emmett came limping out of the washroom, his white dress shirt unbuttoned and his suit jacket flung over his shoulder. "Rosie," he moaned, "I hurted myself."
I snorted. "Do we need to call 911?"
"Yes," he whimpered, falling to his knees and laying his head down on my stomach.
"Too bad," I chastised him, playing with a random strand of his hair, twisting it in with the other short and spiky pieces. "And why have we gone from swearing every two seconds to acting like we're five again?"
"I'm tired," he whined. I rolled my eyes, glad I wasn't going to be the one hearing that all night.
"All right, that's it, get up. You are now officially" –I shot a glance at the clock—"ten minutes late, which means that Edward is going to throw a fit again." I put my hands on Emmett's shoulders and pushed him up and off of me, simultaneously swinging my legs off the couch and standing, pulling Emmett up with me. I took in Emmett's appearance with a wry smile, buttoning up the buttons on his shirt from the bottom up as he stood on one foot, still babying his stubbed toe. I buttoned the very top button and smacked a kiss on his lips, then stood back to look at him.
"Put on the jacket," I commanded. He acquiesced. "Very smart," I declared. "Except...," I leaned forward and undid the top button again, "there. Perfection."
"Thanks, darling." He leaned down toward me for a kiss and I complied, wrapping my arms around his neck and only barely resisting the urge to pull him down onto the couch and never let him go. I pulled away reluctantly after just a moment, gently pushing him away.
"Get down there," I instructed playfully, pointing to the door. "And tell Edward not to forget his cell."
"Will do. Have fun."
"I'll try. Oh, and Em? Get Alice and Jazz to leave their car here, okay?"
Emmett wrinkled his eyebrows. "But—"
"Just trust me on this one."
He nodded and turned to go. I stared after him thoughtfully until I heard the elevator doors slide shut, at which point I scooped my laptop up from its place on the coffee table and opened it, accessing the hotel's Wi-Fi. I opened the Casino de la Volterra's website and clicked through the pages, my eyebrows furrowing more with each click. There were a lot of pictures but not many words, just the casino's name emblazoned across the top of the screen, a menu for the bar, and a list of what casino games they offered. At the bottom of the page it said "Join us for fun-filled nights of drinking and gambling." I wrinkled my nose. Fun? As if.
I put the laptop down and picked up Edward's folder of blueprints and plans, rifling through it. I pulled out the blueprints for the second floor of the casino, scanning them for any reference to where the computers were. I examined the first floor, relating where the eyes in the skies were to where the computers monitoring them must be—lined up against the south wall. That meant the wiring would be tricky to get at, considering the entrance to the top floor was on the west side. But the internet router could be farther away from the computers. I was considering all the layout possibilities when my cell phone rang, making me jump.
I flipped it open without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"
"Rose, are you insane?" Alice's voice trilled in my ear.
I winced. "No, I need that car to be here."
"But Jazz and I need it. I am not going in that gigantic Jeep thing!"
"It's not a Jeep, it's an Escalade. Suck it up, Ali, and get going."
"But—" I hung up before she could complain anymore.
I turned back to my computer and pulled up the hacking system I'd designed especially for this mission. All I needed was for someone to monitor the computer and tell me if the device I was going to install in the router worked.
I packed up my laptop in its case, shoving the device into the front pocket where I could access it easily. I smoothed down the front of my dress and gave my hair a quick brush before making my way downstairs and out to the car.
I drove to the casino and parked about a block away. I pulled out my cell to call Edward, who would be the only one with his phone turned on—hopefully he'd remembered to set it to vibrate.
He answered after only half a ring. "Fucking shit, Rose, what are you calling about?"
"Did you forget to set it to vibrate?"
"Yes," he admitted.
I snorted. "Good job. Who's the free-floater right now?" Since I wasn't there to make three complete pairs, one person had to be drifting at any one time as the partners changed throughout the night.
"Jasper," he replied. "Why?"
"Can you send him out? I'm parked about a block down, to the east. I need him to do something for me."
"I guess so."
"Thanks," I said, but he'd already hung up. I sighed and flipped my phone shut as well, shoving it into my bra. I took out the USB device and tucked it into the other side of my bra and got out of the Lotus, meeting Jasper halfway to the casino.
"What do you need me for?" Jazz asked, looking perplexed.
"I need you to go to the car and open my laptop. There's a program already open on the screen. I'm going to call you at some point—so turn your phone on—and when I do, I need you to tell me if the security camera videos are showing up on the screen. Don't be surprised if I don't say anything, just tell me anyway."
Jasper looked dumbfounded.
"Do you understand?" I asked.
He nodded. "I think I got it. Just watch the screen, and if I all of a sudden see Bella and Edward and the rest playing blackjack on the monitor, don't freak out."
"Yeah, that's basically it." I started to continue walking down the road to the casino.
"But what are you doing?" he called after me.
I pulled the USB device out and waved it in the air. "Installing this."
Jasper's mouth formed an 'O' shape, but I didn't stick around for the rest of his reaction; instead I almost ran the rest of the distance to the casino. The security guard immediately let me in without asking for ID, leaving me to find the way to the second floor. I had a feeling the way up was in the VIP room, and I had no idea how I was going to get in there.
Suddenly, a tall man with olive coloured skin and short black hair appeared by my elbow, smiling—no, leering—at me. No doubt he was trying to be seductive, and it definitely was not working. But judging by his clothes, he was rich—and maybe had a pass to the VIP room. Jackpot.
"Hello," he said in a lilting voice. "I'm Felix. You are?"
"Rosalie," I replied, trying not to let my suspicion show on my voice.
"Well, Rose—can I call you that?—you look absolutely ravishing tonight. Can I interest you in a drink?" He had some kind of foreign accent—Italian, perhaps?
"That depends. Where would this drinking be taking place?" I questioned.
"In only the finest place." His grin widened and he began to guide me toward the entrance to the VIP room. I smiled.
He led me inside with a nod to the security guard posted outside of the door—who, interestingly enough, also had olive coloured skin.
We walked over to the bar, where he ordered something for both of us. I wasn't paying attention. Instead, I was searching the room for the exit to the second floor. My eyes finally landed on it, in the far corner of the room, by the poker table.
Felix pushed a shot toward me. I drank it quickly, then hopped off of the bar stool.
"It was great meeting you," I said. "See you around?"
Before he could reply I melted into the crowd, darting between the throng of people in the direction of the exit to the second floor. I could hear him calling my name after me, but I ignored it, quickening my pace. I made it to the door and yanked it open—thank God it was unlocked—slipping through it and up the stairs.
I crouched down at the top of the stairs and peered around the edge of the wall. I could see people's feet lined up along the south wall, along with the wiring for the computers taped down on the floor and wall. I looked for a router cable, finally spotting it on the far wall. Shit. I followed it with my eyes as it led all the way around the room to a place right next to the staircase. What the hell? It's like a dream come true. Is this a joke? I crawled to the other side of the stair case and looked around the corner cautiously. Sure enough, right in front of me laid the router. I almost snickered out loud at the absurdity of whoever had put it there, but stopped myself.
I pulled the device out of my bra and took it's protective lid off, shoving it into the closest USB port on the router. Then I pulled out my mobile and hit Jasper's speed dial, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. On the third ring, he did.
I could hear him breathing for a moment before he said, "I'm getting picture."
I grinned to myself and flipped the phone shut carefully, keeping it in my hand as I snuck back down the stairs. I weaved my way through the crowd in the VIP room, into the normal area of the casino. It was only then that I let myself collapse onto a barstool and mentally cheer.
Mission accomplished.
TRD: w00t, I finished it. And I like it, too. I like how Rose was carrying things around in her bra... xD
Review, please. It totally makes my day in a thousand ways.
Dreamer: Yip reviews do make our day : D. And of course Rose loved to carry stuff in her bra.
Lennixx: Whoo, bra stuff! Stuff in bra! Bra STUFFING! WHEE!
*Explodes from sugar rush*
