Chapter Text
She was just the targets daughter. She wasn’t meant to be a threat. Yet here he was, chasing her halfway around the world.
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“Maya, where are you at with those security camera’s, third floor?”
“Fifty seconds from being disabled.” Maya’s voice strong and clear. He smiled to himself, thinking back to the girl who barely whispered over to him in communications.
“Green’s working on the doors now. You will have at least fifteen minutes before there system reboots, so get it done in ten minutes. Forty seven seconds.” Bellamy smirked, he’ll get it done in eight minutes.
He pulled his ear piece out and nodded to Jasper who was whispering in Harper’s ear. They both caught the signal and split to the either side of the mansion’s main hall, where all the stuck up rich idiots were laughing politely and talking about how much better their kids were doing than others.
The place was like every other “clients” house. Massive with perfectly polished floors and cream walls, with delicate paintings of roses or scenery, paired with golden frames. This particular mansion had four floors and over seventeen rooms filled with things that could easily be stolen, but most of it was fake. It looked all nice and elegant but all this house was full was lies and falsity. Except for the stash of jewelry priced at six hundred thousand US dollars, hidden away in one of the third floor bedrooms, which was currently, the Byrne’s youngest child's room.
That was the target. The jewellery included rubies, emeralds, pearls and diamonds made into necklaces and earrings.
A girl brushed past Bellamy and when they meet eyes, he knew that something wasn’t right. Her olive skin and her dark ponytail was a different sight that he had come to be accustomed with. She was wearing a scarlet red floor length dress, that was out of place with all the beiges and navy blue. The girl's mahogany eyes skimmed over Bellamy quickly, before her red lipsticked lips formed a smile that came no where near close to real. She sauntered off into the crowd, unable to disappear with her red dress. He narrowed his eyes on the slim girl's figure as she got deeper into the throng of people, slowly losing sight of the red of her dress.
Bellamy turned back in the direction of the kitchen, where waiters were filing out of. His eye caught on Miller who was standing waiting for endless queue. Miller’s eyes left Bellamy’s and sort out Monty, who brushed closer to Bellamy. The weight of his dress pants pockets were heavier with a small electronic. Bellamy refocused his attention on Miller, who had his eyes trained on Monty until he split off from the line and began serving people. Bellamy smirked and walked through the kitchen, which was bustling with people constantly shouting and stepping on his toes. He kept his head down and continued walking, knowing that Miller was following somewhere behind him.
Bellamy pushed the butlers door and was meet with the sight of a dark set of rounding staircases with towering floors above. There was a cold breeze coming through one of the open windows and moonlight was shining through, giving the hallway a blue tint to the walls. It gave the area an air of mystery. There were vases with freshly cut flowers that had no scent, scattered on each table in the wide space. Just like the rest of the house, predictable.
The approaching footsteps and familiar huff of boredom, made Bellamy turn to back to Miller.
"Don't dick around, Bellamy. Do this quick, the faster we get out of here." Bellamy rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement none the less. Bellamy lifted a small cube of grey plastic, with a small green light that was constant from his pocket and gave it to Miller.
“When it starts flashing orange, I have ten minutes. Constant orange, five and flashing red under five minutes. Got it?” Bellamy gazed over his shoulder before turning back to Miller, just in time to see a roll of his eyes and a nod. Bellamy grinned and started for the spiraling staircase. He stopped at the base of the stairs and said over his shoulder,
“And Miller, ask him out after this job, okay?” Bellamy chuckled at the sound of Miller’s frustrated huff. Bellamy started up the stair, taking them two at a time, while slipping his earpiece back in. He hit the second floor in a minute and checked his watch while walking to the other set of stairs.
He would have seen her coming from a mile if he hadn’t been setting his watch to the silent alarm he would need. Her hair was a brightening blonde that stood out against the shallow blues casted by the night and moonlight. So when the shocking feel of another body slamming against his, was when it all started. They both stumbled trying to keep their balance, but before Bellamy could stop himself he shoot his hand out to steady her.
When Bellamy lifted his head, he was meet with a startling pair crystal blue eyes, gazing over himself. Bellamy himself, dropped his eyes taking in her appearance.
She was shoulder height against Bellamy and was wearing a above the knee, white dress, which was hugging her curves perfectly. The dress had lace over the chest and looked to continue over her shoulders. The woman was standing in a stance that Bellamy figured was meant to be threatening but with her height it just wasn’t doing the desired effect. But the glare written across her face could bring men to their knees in seconds. Not him though. She had a beauty mark above her rosy pink lips. Bellamy thought he saw something sparkle around her ear, but before Bellamy caught the sight of what ever it was, she crossed her arms across her chest, her hair moving over her shoulder.
Bellamy felt a prickly sensation at the bottom of his stomach and had the repeating thought that this girl was a storm not be messed with, but Bellamy always had trouble doing what he was meant to.
“You shouldn’t be up here, Princess.” Bellamy smirked at her reaction to the name. He isn’t sure why his brain finished the statement with the immature pet name, but it did and now he was staring at a small scowling woman.
“I could say the same about you and don’t call girls ‘Princess’ on your first meeting. Especially when you barge into them without apologizing.” She flicked her head, and Bellamy saw the sparkling of diamonds planted on her earlobe. She strode off past Bellamy and he turned to watch her, before she disappeared on the staircase.
Bellamy felt the prickling float away the further she was away from him, before he could barely remember why he had felt that way about her. Bellamy looked down and hissed. He had wasted half a minute on another rich girl prancing around where she shouldn’t be.
But she wasn’t another and you’re not allowed either.
Bellamy shook his head of the thought and stretched his legs into a run, reaching the third floor and scanning for the second bedroom down on the right. He spotted the pink light reflecting on one of the white doors and quietly walked to the room.
Easing the door open gently, Bellamy moved his head around the door and looked at the sleeping figure, tucked up with a night light beside her. He nearly swore at the sight of her. The team hadn’t been sure whether or not the girl would be staying with her grandmother or here. Obviously she was here and sleeping peacefully. Bellamy checked his watch and saw his time had gone down to twelve minutes.
Bellamy recollected himself and gently walked to the closet, in the left corner of the room. The little girls room wasn’t huge compared to some of the rooms in the house but it was around the size of the meeting room back at HQ. The colour of the walls was a violent pink and carpet was a matching pastel violet, littered with clothes and toys. It was difficult to avoid tripping and watching the girl but Bellamy made it to the closet with ease.
Pulling open the white closet door almost made him kick over the girls rocking horse, when it squeaked all the way open. He glanced over to the sleeping figure and softly sighed in relief at the sight of the girls even breathing. Bellamy slipped inside, turning on his torch and looking inside the closet. There was jackets and dresses of different pastel colours stacked along his view and piles of books stacked on the ground. Bellamy dropped into a crouch and shined the torch underneath the jackets hanging and was meet with a blank white wall. He leaned forward slightly and gently knocked on the wall.
Cursing, Bellamy crawled out of the closet and closed the squeaking door slowly. When he turned around, he was meet with the face and young, scared girl with her arms crossed. She had a round face with a long nose and short, messy blonde hair. Her square jaw was set and her rosy, cheeks brightened her frightened expression. Bellamy was running through getaway possibility’s when the girl startled him, again, back into focus.
“What were you doing in my closet?” Her question came out in a whisper, that Bellamy wouldn’t have heard if she wasn’t standing so close to him. Bellamy brain blanked at the question. He stared at her dumbfounded by the fact she didn’t start screaming or crying.
“I .. Uh, I was just making sure there were no monsters in there for you.” Bellamy closed his eyes and prayed that the lame ass excuse was enough to convince her. It was what he used to do for Octavia whenever O got really scared. He would even look under her bed. Then it clicked. His eyes traveled to the bottom of the bed and a black expanse was underneath. There was no shadowing meaning that whatever was underneath the bed was solid.
“Was… Was there anything there?” The girls voice startled Bellamy’s focus back on the girl, who had her head pointed at her blue slippers.
“No, there wasn’t, but I’m not too sure about your bed. If you just jump back into bed, I’ll check it for you, okay?” The girl nodded her head and jumped back into her bed, covering her head in her blankets.
Bellamy smirked and pulled out the black military styled cases from underneath the bed. The dim light from the nightlight gave him enough light to turn off his dimmed torch. He spun the case so that latches were facing him. There was a keypad in between the latches and thought back to the code that Maya had gathered. He smirked when he pressed the numbers into the case and he heard the case pop open.
1211.
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They were all back at HQ, drinking and laughing. They had hauled both cases back and Dante was checking the inventory now. No one really trusted Dante, but he set them up with jobs and the group couldn’t have denied his offer of protection and work.
Bellamy was laying out on the couch with Miller beside him, watching Jasper talk with Maya and everyone else just being together.
“Hey Blake, I got to ask you something?” Miller wasn’t smiling anymore and instead he had a frown and his lips were set in a straight line.
“If it’s about asking out Monty I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Bellamy told him, smirking when Miller’s frown turned into a scowl.
“No, its not about that. There was a girl tonight. She came from the stairs and when she saw me she smiled, like she knew what I was doing and told me good luck.” Bellamy settled his beer on the ground and faced Miller. He felt his eyes narrow and the words were forming without a second thought.
“Short, blonde hair, white lace dress.” He questioned quickly. Miller nodded his head. Bellamy was beginning to reply, when Jasper interrupted his train of thought with a loud outburst.
“Hey guys, we have Monty’s special moonshine for this celebration!” Jasper shouted over everyone, laughing at the swivel of heads. Before Bellamy could even protest, Dante walked through the door to his office and all sounds were cut dead.
“I’m sorry boys, but a problem has arisen.” Dante went to the meeting room with the long metal table and seats for everyone. He sat at the head of the table and gestured everyone to join him. Bellamy sat near the middle of the table, with Harper beside him and Miller across from him. Bellamy couldn’t think of a problem. He had done the job in the expected time frame, no one saw him chuck the cases out the window, for Jasper and Harper to carry out to the back of two cars. No evidence of them even there. Bellamy continued to think through the problems that could have happened when Dante started speaking.
“We’re missing items. An emerald ring, gold necklace with rubies and a pair of diamond of earrings.” Bellamy’s head snapped at the words and looked over to Miller, who was also a lot more interested in what Dante was saying.
“And there was a note in the second case.” Dante narrowed his eyes at Bellamy and produced a handwritten note. He passed it to Harper, who in turn gave it to Bellamy. Everyone’s eyes were on him, but he felt Dante’s burning into his most. He looked down at the terrible scribble, that he could only guess was handwriting and read over the words, before repeating them back to everyone else.
You have competition.
Get ready, see you next time.