The Spencer Curse

Chapter 1

I am in the middle of wiping down the counter at the bar where I work when my phone rings "hello, this is Natalia," I say in Russian. 

"I don't understand Russian, say that in English," The man on the other side of the line said. 

"Ah, an american. I said 'hyello this is she,' vhat is your name american," I ask. 

"Victor Dubenich, and I have a job for you." he replies. 

I grab my coat and walk out of the bar. "You hyave my attention, Mr. Dubenich. Vhat do you need of me?" I ask as I climb into my car. 

"The plans to one of my airplanes were stolen, I need you and a team of others I have hired to steal them back." he informed me. 

I scoffed as I turned the corner in to the parking lot of my apartment complex. "Mr. Dubenich as you may hyave heard I don't play vell vith others, I am sorry but find someone else." 

"I am willing to pay you $300,000 to do this for me." He says quickly. 

"Let me think about it Mr. Dubenich. I vill contact you vhen I hyave decided" I said hanging up, as I unlock my front door. I have already made up my mind but he does not know that.

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I walk behind a blond woman and a brown haired man who smells of alcohol. We meet up with two more men, a black man and a man with a face I remember from childhood. Four of us cross the street to Pierson Aviation, while the alcohol smelling man walked into the building behind us.

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I hear a faint "Ok, clear comms" from the device in black mans hand. I should really learn their names, but I just don't care. 

I am broken from my musings by the man saying, "No, no, no, no. No, hell, no. This equipment is total VH1 bro, it's best of the 80's. I got something nicer." 

I then hear the alcohol man's voice say through the coms "No surprises now,"

to which black man replied, holding up a small container. "I've been doing this since high school, bro, I'm Captain Discipline. It's a bone-conduction earpiece mic, works off the vibrations in your jaw." He states tossing me and the man who looks like my adoptive brother an earpiece each. He then whispers, "You can hear everything." 

I smile as brother lookalike Says, "You're not as useless as you look." 

I give a short laugh before asking, "And vhat do you do?" He just smirks in response.

"Can I have one," blondie asks, while hanging upside-down. 

Black man responds with, "You can have the whole box." She grabs one then pulls herself up. 

"What are you going to do when she finds out you live with your mom?" brother lookalike asks mockingly. 

"Age of the geek, baby, we run the world," he retorts cockyly. 

"I vill believe it vhen I see it," I tell him. 

He gives me a sideways look while saying, "I still don't get way you're here. I mean the other three make sense, but not you." 

I respond, "I am how you say, contnjyency? in cyace somethink goes wrong." 

Blondie interrupts saying, "Last time I used this rig, Paris, 2003." 

"Very interesting." I say icely. 

Brother lookalike asks Black man, "Is this thing safe?" 

we hear over the comms, "You talking about the Caravaggio? You stole that?"