“Wake up, Bart.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ???The sensation of something hot landing on his lap shocked the sleeping man, lying back in his seat to a fully alert screech, his hands reaching down to the piping hot food resting in his lap and gingerly trying to lift it up. As he did, the magazine that had been resting over his face to shield his eyes from the overhead lights fluttered to the ground.
“Damnit, what the hell, I was catching some good z’s there!” Bartholomew “Bart” Rant moaned, placing the carton of steaming noodles and chopsticks on the desk in front of him, dusting down his lap and checking his suit for any errant spillage of sauces.
His companion bent down to the floor, reaching to pick the magazine up.
“Now now, how many times do I have to tell you?” The other man sighed. “We’re on a job. That means being awake and doing what we need to do.”
“But it’s so fucking boring!” Bart grumbled loudly again. His eyes flicked to the embankment of monitors in front of him, the dim glow of monochrome images lighting up his face. Over two dozen monitors were piled atop of one another imbedded in the wall before him, with each one showing a view of The Grande Diamond mansion from somewhere inside. Images of the nobles partying below, images of black clad security guards standing rigidly throughout the building, and other, various important rooms… “You know me,” Bart continued. “Unless we’re actually doing something, then I don’t fucking care. I can’t sit around watching this shit all day. This isn’t what I got a reputation for. When do we get back to pulling off some
real jobs?”
“This
is a real job. Not everything needs to involve assassination or explosions…” The man shook his head. He tilted the magazine to its side, holding it out as the pages unfurled to reveal a large pinup. “You should consider yourself quite lucky. Not everyday we get to be paid this well, and to kick back and hang out at Los Paraisos for doing little work. Plus…” He tilted his head to the mechanical console, and the object atop. “You’ve got noodles.”
“Whatever… give me my magazine back.” Bart stretched his hand out behind his back, flicking his fingers in a ‘gimme’ gesture. The other man casually threw it to him.
“You’re never going to win Heather around if she sees you carrying stuff like that.”
“Eh, whatever.” Bart shrugged, unfurling the magazine out to ogle another glossy spread with one hand, the other reaching for his chopsticks and the delicious food inside. “Where are the girls, anyway?”
“Out and about. Patrolling the estate and keeping an eye on trouble. As so should you,” The man’s index and middle fingers pointed at his eyes, and then the monitors.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” Bart slurped up his noodles. “And what the hell are you off to do?”
“My job.” The man strode towards the security room’s exit, straightening his suit’s tie. “Escorting the man to the boss.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ??? [2]“Where… where am I…?
What’s… what’s going on…?”“Hey! Fucker! Get me the fuck out of here right now you smelly piece of shit!”“Jo… Josette?”
“Estelle?!”
Although her thoughts drifted back to consciousness, her vision remained swamped in a murky sea of darkness. Her sense of hearing and smell returned with their regular acuteness, but it was impossible for her to see anything. And in quick succession she was able to realise that her freedom of movement was restricted as well. Both her arms behind her back and feet were bound by their wrists and ankles, and what masked her eyes was a blindfold. It didn’t take long for her, even with the piercing headache that engulfed her brain and continued to achingly throb over and over with pause, to connect all the dots to what was going on to finally realise what had happened.
She… and Josette… they had been…!
“Josette, are you alright?!” Estelle’s head turned sharply in both directions, trying to find any ability to pry herself loose and search for where Josette was in relation, neither coming to much success.
“Alright?! No I’m not al-fucking-right! Some fucking joker’s kidnapped us! Wait until I get my fucking legs free, I’ll punt that piece of shit into the sun!!”
“Boss… what do you want us to do?” Asked a broad, muscular man with a dopey smile who scratched his cheek. He, and four other men all standing within a large room, around a big Magitech truck which housed five bound and blindfolded young women in its back, all turned to look at the sixth man who stood with presence, his hands resting on his hips and a confident smile sketched on his face. Clad in an outfit of dark greys and black, his ensemble held a blue cloak to match the cold eyes resting on his smiling, freckled face. A face smiling at a night’s worth of work well done, and the knowledge that this particular job was nearing completion.
“Gag her.” The messy haired man replied. “Just be sure not to hurt her. I don’t want any scratches or bruises.”
“You really think Lord Dumont’s going to want a girl like her?” One of the man’s underlings asked with hesitation.
He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “In my experience I’ve found the loudest ones are normally the most fun to break.”
“B-boss! Look!”
Sidestepping into a turn, the freckled man focused his ice blue eyes on the edge of the room, as with a ‘ding!’ two metal doors slid into their respective walls and out emerged a well tailored, suited man blonde man stepping out, his fingers flicking at a lighter to ignite the cigarette hanging in his lips.
“Neil Hunter?” The suited man asked.
“That’s me.” The freckled man grinned.
“C’mon with me,” The messy blonde haired man shook his head to the elevator he had come from. “We’ll go to the boss.”
“You don’t want to check the women first?” The enigmatic kidnapper, Neil Hunter asked with surprise, but the blonde man simply shook his head from side to side.
“Nope, not my job, and none of my interest. I’m only working security.” The blonde man explained. “I think a Lady Vasco will be checking them out, but she’s running a bit late with something else first. Your men are trustworthy enough to stay here without you?”
“Yeah, they are. They know what’s good for them.” Neil lifted his head and grinned a toothy smile, flaring an icy cold stare at his men. They all grew more rigid. “You know what to do, boys. Keep your eyes on, and hands off, the merchandise.”
“HEY! YOU STUPID FUCKS! GET ME OUT OF THIS GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT FUCK ALREADY OR I’M GOING TO-”
“And someone gag her already,” Neil sighed, walking into the elevator as the doors closed behind him. The blonde flashed a wry smile.
“Feisty, huh?” He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and pushing one up in Neil Hunter’s direction. “Want a smoke?”