Alex scratched her head nervously as the horde of aggravated customers lining up swelled by the second. "Ugh..." she mumbled as torrents of aggressive complaints were hurled at her, her own coworkers giving her angry glares as she halted the whole chain of delivery.
"Let's talk about this somewhere else. Meet me outside in five," Alex whispered quietly into Samantha's ear. Samantha rolled her eyes sarcastically before she turned round and pushed her way through the crowd, her juicy ass swaying rhythmically in her tight blue jeans. Alex licked her lips lustfully as she pulled off her greasy apron and pulled out the elastic band that had been holding her long, black hair with auburn tips into a tight bun.
"Excuse me, Miss Beckett..." Alex groaned as her douchebag of a boss, Ronnie Kirkland, walked behind her on the counter with a clipboard and pen in his hands. He scanned her head to toe with a lustful she before squeaking in his nasally voice, "Oh, dearie me! I know it might be hard for a BEE-autiful babe like yourself to understand what I'm saying so I'm gonna put this in SIMPLE terms: APRONS keep us SAFE from spills. HAIRBANDS keep your jam OUT OF the food? Capeesh? Or do I need to say it again?"
Alex grumbled as Ronnie chuckled arrogantly, his snorting laughter making her blood boil with rage. She gritted her teeth angrily, reliving every goddamned moment she'd spent listening to this acne-ridden sexist over the past three years in her mind. "Hey, Ronnie," Alex grinned as she focused on her manager and a nearby overweight woman who was busy gobbling her meal down. "I quit, cockface." Ronnie gasped as he felt his neck muscles beginning to tremble, screaming as his head was pulled back down into his torso. He popped up a moment later, disoriented at the sudden movement. He tried to move his arm but found that he had no control of it. He tried to scream but found his mouth plugged by a greasy burger placed there by his new body mate.
Alex observed the predicament she'd just caused, chuckling as she looked upon Ronnie's spotty face sandwiched between the tubby woman's head and left shoulder. She passed in front of the two and blew Ronnie a quick kiss, laughing because she'd left him with his awareness- his scared eyes pleading for mercy. 'Sorry, Ron,' Alex laughed mentally, 'But I'm not gonna help you out. Enjoy your new life!
Alex stepped through the sliding glass doors and brushed down her top as she spotted Samantha sitting idly on one of the food court tables beside the store. She sat down as inconspicuously as she could while Samantha opened with, "Took a while to get here, Beckett. Have some fun back there?" Alex smiled playfully before she changed the subject: "Okay, what is this scheme you're planning and why do you need ME to do it?"
"Well as I said, you can do so much better than this dump. That's precisely why I need you and your... 'special' abilities to pull this thing off. You in?"
Alex looked around. She had to admit her current life was pretty good: she had her own apartment, the charm to get any job she wanted and a quiet, simple life. A quiet, simple, BORING life that involved going to work 9 to 5 everyday doing the same crappy job serving crazed nutjobs that screamed at her all day. She couldn't deny that joining that stupid heist was the most thrilling thing she'd ever done and some part of her still craved that adrenaline rush.
"Yeah, why not?" Alex said as she tried to disguise her obvious excitement.
"Good. Now do you remember your old friend, Lord Basilton, the host of the gala you were working at last time? Well after he accidentally stumbled onto your buddies' plot to rob all of the guests he was given a knighthood by our dear old Queen. These days he's hanging around with bigger fish, world-renowned socialites, rich business moguls, even a couple royals have been spotted with him."
"Anyways, he's throwing a massive charity event at his one of his offshore properties. You know how it is with these celebrities; charity events are perfect opportunities to flaunt their 'limitless' generosity so you know that they're gonna be hauling TONS of cash with them."
"And the problem is..."
"The problem is that I don't know where the hell this 'offshore property', or if this thing is being held overseas. From what I know the place is swamped by armoured goons- Sir Basildon has taken more precautions to keep out unwanted visitors. To find out where the place is and work out how to get past security we need to find someone who has the answers, preferably someone that has a grudge against him after..."
"No, no, no! You don't mean..."
"Yep. I know you won't like it but right now Santoro is the only one of Basildon's associates who might be willing to give us the information we want. We know he was making some shady business deals with Hector before he flipped on him to the Feds. All the information I've heard about the gala says that it's happening in a about a month's time and Santoro's gonna be moved to a secure place in the States in two weeks. Look, I don't like this either, but if we don't find out where it is soon there'll have been no point in quitting your day job."
Alex groaned. The last time she'd seen Hector was when he'd pushed the barrel of his pistol onto the butt of her chin. She could see that Samantha's plan of working with Hector made logical sense but she couldn't help but feel resentment when his annoying, beautiful face popped into her mind. "Fine," she grumbled as she finally relented, "But don't expect me to forgive me him."
"Never did," Samantha laughed, "There's one snag though: Santoro is currently serving a life sentence in Wentworth Penn, the most secure prison this side of Alcatraz. You ready to go undercover, Beckett?"
"Ready? I was BORN ready, Shaw."
"Good. Just need to pickup a couple more people then we're back in business, baby!"
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