A/N
I changed the flashback from twenty years to seventeen for the sake that it makes more sense for the readers age for her to be thirteen then and not ten.
~one year later~
[Name]'s POV
My heels click against the pavement, and I smooth out my form fitting dress as I walk down the dark, quiet streets of London, England.
"These heels are killing me," I mumble, and Harry chuckles from beside me on the sidewalk.
"Well, we need to look presentable, darling," he says while adjusting his tie, and smirking down at me.
"We're here," Nate says from in front of us, and Sully opens the door to the brewery.
The four of us walk up to the bartender and he nods his head to the stairs off his right. We make our way up the set of wooden stairs with a sign labeled 'OFFICE' above the door at the top. One of the men who was sitting at the bar follows us up and Nate turns the doorknob and pushes open the door at the top. We walk in, making everyone in the dimly lit and smoky room to look at us.
"Hands up," a bald man with an English accent orders and the four of us raise our hands.
He pats each one of us down: Harry, Nate, and I making snarky comments as he does. "Oh yeah, you three are real comedians," the English man grumbles before looking at the man wearing a tailored suit on the other end of the room, "They're all clean."
The bald man walks to one side of the pool table, while the man in a suit with his black hair styled back goes to the other side of the table and looks at us, "My apologies. One can never be too careful."
I lean over the pool table, fiddling with the pool cue, my eyes casting up to look into our clients grey eyes, "I'm guessing you're Talbot."
"And that means you four must be: Ms. [L/Name], Mr. Flynn, Mr. Sullivan, and Mr. Drake."
"That's right," Nate says and Talbot rests his hands on the edge of the table.
"Do you have it?" he asks us, and Harry crosses his arms.
"Let's see the money first, mate," Flynn demands, his voice low.
Talbots nods and looks back at the bald man who frisked us a few minutes earlier. "Cutter."
Cutter walks over with a briefcase and places it down on the green felt of the pool table- right in front of Talbot. Our client opens the case and turns it to show us the British Pounds inside.
"It's all there," Talbot assures us before looking at Nate, "now let's see it."
Nate takes off his necklace with Sir Francis Drake's ring on it, and he let's it dangle from his hand. "I'll need to authenticate it," Talbot says with a smirk, and my American friend nods and hands it over.
Talbot starts to closely examine the ring, mumbling to himself what he sees, while I grab a stack of the bills from the briefcase and flip through it a few times. My eyes sharpen and I nudge Nate and Harry's side, making them look down at me. I show them the money bills, and they frown and nod in understanding.
"Well It appears to be genuine. If I may ask. How did you guys come into this?" Talbot asks us with narrowed eyes.
Sully frowns and crosses his arms, "Does it matter?"
Talbot chuckles at Sully's response and lays the necklace on the pool table before glancing across to Nate, Harry, and I, "My client will be very pleased."
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