Number 06 │ A Leverage Fanfiction

The Homecoming Job │Part 1

I grabbed a nearby bucket and doused the man with a cold splash of water. As he sputtered and coughed, I knelt down in front of him, his voice muffled by the gag as he struggled against his restraints.

"I'll give you one more try. Where... is the file?" I growled, my tone low and threatening.

I yanked the gag down, allowing the man to speak.

"Okay! Okay! Please don't kill me! I'll tell you!" he stammered.

Just then, my phone rang. I held up a finger to silence the man as I answered.

"Six here," I stated into the phone.

"Hey girl, sup. We got a job. Forwarding you the address as we speak," came Hardison's voice.

"I'll be there," I replied, ending the call and turning back to the bound man. "So, where were we?"

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I walked up the stairs and joined Parker, Eliot, and Sophie as they rounded the corner and headed down the hall. "What did you do with all the money?" Eliot asked.

"From the first job?" Parker asked.

"Yeah," Eliot nodded.

"I put all that money in a Swiss bank account," Parker replied matter-of-factly.

"Millions of dollars and you didn't buy anything?" Eliot raised an eyebrow.

"I don't like stuff, I like money," Parker shrugged.

Eliot turned to me with curiosity. "You?"

"Spruced up my bike a bit, other than that, same as Parker," I replied casually.

Sophie chimed in with a smile, "Well, I bought a little retirement home—an island."

"Nice," I nodded in approval.

"In Dubai. And Tokyo," Sophie added, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"What about you?" Parker asked Eliot.

As we approached the door, a small envelope caught Sophie's eye with her name elegantly written on it. She took it down and opened it eagerly, revealing a key.

"Yeah, I'm not about to tell two known thieves what I did with a multi-million dollar payout," Eliot huffed out.

Sophie's mischievous grin widened as she teased Eliot, "What? Don't you trust us?"

Eliot didn't respond, only letting out a small laugh as Sophie used the key from the envelope to unlock the door. Inside, a sign in the lobby caught our attention: "Leverage Consulting & Associates". The space was spacious, immaculate, and exuded an air of professionalism.

Sophie, clearly impressed, murmured, "Okay. Okay."

"Cool," I added, taking in the sleek interior.

"I don't get it." Eliot voiced his confusion.

"What is this?" Parker questioned as Hardison walked in, carrying four cell phones and four file folders.

Hardison grinned broadly, clearly excited to reveal the setup. "This is our new cover story. Welcome to Leverage Consulting and Associates, founded in 1913 by the great Harland Leverage the Third."

He gestured proudly to a painting on the wall depicting an older man who bore a striking resemblance to Nate. Sophie couldn't hold back her laughter. "I'm sorry. Nate is going to kill you."

Six, mildly impressed, asked, "Did you paint that?"

Hardison shrugged, "I'm gifted."

"That's weird," Eliot muttered under his breath.