Time is truly wasting
There's no guarantee
Smile is in the making
"Excuse me. We'd like to deposit some family heirlooms." Rip said as we approach the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, we're a private bank. We don't secure valuables worth less than $10 million."
"Well, I'm sure this will suffice." He opens his case.
"Doubloons from the wreck of the "Esplinade". They've been appraised at $10 million dollars... a piece."
Fight the power
Fight it
"Such a pleasure. You won't regret your decision." The man shakes Rip's hand as the two females sat down.
"The Bruemberg Group is known for its discretion." He continues.
"I'm sure there'll be a fair deal of paperwork to sign."
"Not too much. We like to cut through the red tape here. Let me get this to one of our safe deposit boxes, and I'll get my secretary to move in on this paperwork."
Once he's out of sight Rip gets to the computer and start doing his thing.
"Sara, did you notice?"
"I did." Sara respond to Ella.
"Interesting. There are records here referring to something called he 'vessel'."
"We have a problem." Sara said as both women stand up.
"Yes, I know, none of Savage's funds are in this bank. I'm working on locating this "vessel", but I'm not sure I'll do so before our new friend returns."
"To kill us." Ella said.
"The receptionist had a silenced Beretta under her desk. The guards, South African mercenaries. You can tell by the initiation burns on their neck. And our new friend here has calluses on his right hand consistent with being Kuroda-trained swordsmen." Sara explained.
"How do you know?"
"Because I have the same calluses. Which means they've probably figured out that we are not Rockefellers who just came into their inheritance."
"Oh, don't be so alarmist. Calluses are hardly definitive proof of anything."
"Pretty sure they made us."
As if on cue, every bank staff stood there with their weapons pointed at those tree.
"Well, if this is how you treat your customers, we might just have to take our business elsewhere." Rip said as the three of them get up.
Sara give a glance to Ella and she nods. She throw her knife to the girl, killing her. And Ella summon her famous double edged sword.
"I thought I specifically said no weapons!"
"Can't do that if I am the weapon, eh captain?" Ella said as she starts to fight.
"You can thank us later."
If you're looking for someone
That you can keep
Well, baby
"Exactly how many knives do you have?" Rip said to Sara who pulls a knife from her thigh.
"Seems you brought a knife to a swordfight."
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Fanfiction❝I fell harder for you. And if you're not there to catch me, I don't think I'll be able to get up.❞ Ella Ellington was recruited to join on a nearly impossible mission by the man with a trench coat. Will she agree? If so, why would he recruit her an...
