Atlas Montes, probably the best female hacker and pickpocket of Spain, just wanted to rob a store with her brother. He would go in while she sits in a café opposite the street and hacks the security system and cameras. It always went like this, go i...
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"What if things go wrong? What if the plan fails?"
Rio asked, everyone sitting by the table in the Toledo House in which they trained. Everyone was either smoking or drinking. "Well, it will be the same as always. Back to prison, cigarettes in the courtyard, four pieces of shrimp for Christmas. Conjugal visits sometimes." Nairobi spoke while smoking her cigarette.
"If you're lucky." Denver mumbled and Tokyo continued. "The fucked-up thing, if it all works, what are we gonna do with all that money?" "I'm getting myself a Maserati." Denver called in again, little snickers escaping the others. The color's gonna be bright sky blue. And a martial arts studio. And a night club. But with three stories, you know? Huge speakers that make your ears bleed. Boom boom.." He laughed over his own words.
"And new lungs for you. Because yours got fucked up in the mine." The man directed to his father, who was ironically smoking, and earned a response from him. "You're gonna spend all of your money on some lungs?" "For you, Papa." "That's stupid."
Tokyo laughed a bit. "And how the hell are you going to get yourself a pair of lungs?"
"People sell their kidneys, you know? There's gotta be people who sell lungs. Seriously." Denver's words brought everyone to laugh, even the Professor, who was quietly sitting at his side of the table with Edinburgh next to him. She was noting something in her notebook, her messy, blonde hair tied back, probably writing new codes or trying out techniques for hacking.
"I want a winery in Provence." Berlin said. "with a 200-acre vineyard to cultivate my own wine. With some oak barrels."
The talking continued with the others listing what they would do with their money, islands, planes, etc.
Atlas didn't really listen to be honest, she was more focused on the little doodles and numbers she was scribbling on the notebook in front of her. Sergio, who had watched her little actions and admired how she was completely sunk in her mind, started speaking.
"If we buy all that, let's say, for... I don't know, a high price, a very high price..." Atlas broke out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice and turned to look at him, causing him to stutter slightly when he felt her gaze on him. "Even then, we'd still have a lot of money left. If we're stealing a big enough amount..." The Professor stopped for a second, collecting his words and stealing a little glance to the woman to his left, before continuing. "dream big."
"I'd record an album singing corridos." Moscow spoke up. "And my face would be on the cover." "You'll be like Bertin Osborne, but 30 kilos heavier!" Rio chuckled. "Whoa! Bertin sings rancheras. I said corridos It's very different."
"Show him what a corrido is, Dad. Show him." His son said. "No way..." "Come on." "Come on!" "Come on, man!" "But you love it." "I'm not going to sing!" The father said while staying up from his chair. "Sing!" "Sing!"
Then, he started singing. "Poe la falta de tus labios illoré por primera vez"
Suddenly the whole room got quiet while Moscow sang, everyone watching him. Edinburgh couldn't help but smile when Denver, his son, joined in and they started singing together.
"Maria, mi vida, mi amor." The two danced together, soon ended their performance and everyone clapped and cheered.
Soon, everyone started dancing with each other. Edinburgh watched with awe in her eyes while Oslo and Helsinki danced together, and she couldn't help but feel.. happy.
She turned to the Professor, who quickly looked away, despite him staring at her, and offered her hand for him to dance. He wanted to decline at first, but he knew he wouldn't be able to say no.
The two stood up, hand in hand, and danced like the others together with each other, big smiles on their faces.
It was one of these moments Atlas would always remember after the heist was over. It was truly memorizing.
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Sergio walked into the abandoned building and expected to see Edinburgh working hard by the desk like always, but the sight that welcomed him was a even better one.
Atlas was sleeping peacefully with her head laying on her arms, which rested on the table. He stood for some seconds there, admiring her as she slept. He smiled and put the coffee cups beside her.
He took off his black wool coat and laid it over her shoulders. Sergio didn't lift his hand from her back and let his eyes lay on her for a bit. Atlas' breathes were quiet and steady, her chest rising and falling. Her blonde her laid neatly over her shoulders, and he had the urge to let his fingers wander through it. But he quickly ignored that feeling before carefully and slowly lifting her up and carrying her over to the other side of the room. Her head laid comfortably against his chest while she was wrapped in his coat, his arms strong, but not too strong to hurt her anyhow, around her body.
The Professor laid Edinburgh down on her bed, being as careful as he always was to not wake her. Slowly he took her glasses off, knowing how uncomfortable it was to sleep with them from his own experience, admiring her beauty for a second, before laying them on the nightstand next to the bed. He fixed the pillow under her head and slowly laid the soft covers over her body, due to the fact that it was quite cool at this time of the year and he didn't want her to be cold.
After he was done packing her in, he sat down on the bed next to her, only to stare at her for a second. Sergio couldn't help but admire her face, feeling like he could look through the thick wall around her mind and see and feel all of her feelings, wishes and desires. He felt like he had known her for eternity, even if that wasn't closely the case.
Soon he gathered his thoughts and stood up, taking one last look at Atlas before heading back to work.
