Be Gay Do Crime (I'll come up with a better name for it later)

Chapter Two

When Bianca came to, she was handcuffed to a chair.

'Seriously? Now is not the time to be kidnapped', she thought. She refrained from moving when she heard mumbling voices.

"Did you really have to sedate her?" One voice said. It was male, and obviously distressed.

"I couldn't risk any onlookers, what was I supposed to do?" The second voice was also male, but this one had an accent Bianca couldn't place.

"Okay but are the handcuffs necessary?"

"Do you not remember what happened with Olivia?"

The first man sighed.

Bianca sucked in a breath, she wasn't the only girl they kidnapped.

Their conversation ended abruptly and Bianca felt all eyes fall to her.

She slowly opened up her eyes, she was trapped in a small grey room with two men staring down at her. And despite the fear coursing through her veins, she held her head steady.

"Oh good you're awake." The first man said, "How are you feeling?"

Bianca didn't answer

"This would go a lot faster if you talked." The second man said.

"Not helpful Stephen." The first one shot, he turned towards the young girl, "Bianca, right? My name is Weston Montero. Listen, we're not gonna hurt you-which I know is probably hard to believe considering you just got sedated and now you're handcuffed to a chair..." He glanced anxiously at the handcuffs, "Anyway, we just wanna talk. I'll undo the cuffs and you can bolt out of here if you want, but I think you should hear what we have to say."

Weston took out the key and freed Bianca. Immediately she shot out of her chair and pressed her back against the wall.

The door was right in front of them, and neither of them made any attempt to block it. She really could run.

But curiosity got the best of her.

Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them. She spoke in a quiet voice, "What do you want from me?"

There was a pause before Stephen spoke up, "We know you stole the Evening Effect."

Bianca's whole body went rigid. "And?" She asked, not quite admitting to the crime but refusing to deny it.

"Well, this may sound a little crazy but," Weston said, "We want to offer you a job.

Bianca faltered, "A job?"

"Precisely." Stephen said, "We represent the International Organization for Art Restoration. We find works of art that are mishandled and we take care of them ourselves."

"In other words: we steal famous artworks for the greater good." Weston chimed in.

Stephen's face flattened, "Well I wouldn't exactly put it that way but essentially yes, we do rob museums. In order to preserve the precious works of art they mishandle."

"And you want me?" Bianca asked him.

He nodded, "Given your... background, we figured you may be interested in working with us."

"Background? What background? I stole one painting from one museum one time. You two think that alone is gonna make me want to pursue thievery for a living? How do you know I'm not some bored college kid looking for a thrill?" She couldn't believe the words they were saying. They had to be joking, right?

"Because, we know more about you than you think." Weston said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Bianca stopped, "How much?" her question came out no louder than a whisper.