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Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya: The Painting

Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya, Barcelona

"Everyone's in position?" Raúl asked through the communicator. They had split off to different spots. After making sure everything's ready, he instructed, "Arbeloa, you've broken into the security system?"

Alvaro who was doing his thing from the car answered, "Just a second... and yep, we're in. Alarm's off. I will keep replaying the unsuspicious recording while you guys on it."

"Morata, Isco, Asensio, you guys ready?" Raúl asked. Instead of a simple yes, there was a debate on the line.

"No, I'm the distraction, you guys carry me," Isco started.

"I thought we've agreed it's gonna be Marco?" Morata protested.

"Yes, you heavy, bitch," Marco argued.

"Did you just call me bitch?" Morata sounded pissed off.

"Not you! Isco!" Marco corrected.

Isco however misunderstood it, "That's not me, that's Alvaro. And yes, Alvaro you're heavy. Which one offends you more, being called bitch or heavy?"

"I'm heavier than both of you because I have more muscles!"

"If you do have so many muscles then you should be able to carry me!" Isco said.

"Stop it!" Iker snapped and shut the three of them. "Just do your job!"

So the three of them walked into the museum, looking as casual as possible. However, they looked more ridiculous to Iker who saw them walking in, like desperately-trying-to-play-it-cool look

"Shall we do it here?" Marco asked.

"No, we should do it in the room with the painting," Morata reminded him.

Isco looked around them "Where is it again?"

"I don't know, just look for the painting," Morata said.

Marco doubted that, "Do you remember the painting?"

"Um.. no?" both Isco and Morata said simultaneously.

That got Iker really really mad, he tried to keep his voice as low as possible, "Do any of you remember the painting? Any of you?!" he asked everyone on the line. There was only silence, and Iker knew they're doomed.

"I do!" Sergio finally said. "It's right in front of me!"

"Tell them where you are, Sergio," Iker said.

"How?" Sergio, Morata, Isco, and Marco, simultaneously asked.

"Get out of that room so they can see you from the oval room, then after they locate you, you walk back to the room."

"But this museum is like a maze, Iker, " but Sergio did what he was told anyway, and Morata finally located him. "I can't believe how unprofessional you guys are," Iker complained.

When they finally reached the room, they split off, appreciating the paintings. "How do I do it guys?"

"I don't know. Cough or something," Isco suggested.

Marco did. But that only get everyone in the room looking at him, as it was so loud and unnatural. He nervously started to look somewhere else. "Not working."

"You cough like a girl," Morata commented. "Why don't try sneezing?" he only said it to make fun of Marco and was not expecting Marco to actually sneeze and when he did, Morata had a hard time not to laugh.