Chapter 2, Let's get started
January 7th, 2020.
A warm day on an island, to be exact a beach. Five years after the 'heist' or just a small job.
A man sits on the beach, a surfboard sitting down next to him. Sitting in a matching floral shirt and shorts.
Pulling out a cellphone and going to a webpage, listed as 'FBI MOST WANTED'
A young male, black hair with a curly fade, cocky smile to stare back at. Sitting at one of the top spots, listed as wanted for, Escaping Federal Agents, Criminal Damage To Property, Robbery.
The name given as 'Blake Gordon' Along with a connected profile to a person named Rye.
"Fuck man, whats a guy gotta do to get off the FBI most wanted..." He mumbles
"Blake Gordon! My man." A voice yells to him as a man begins to approach.
"I uh, I don't know what you're talking about. But I can suggest a good Jet-Ski rental place around here."
The man's arm reaches around him and places a book in his lap.
'Breaking the criminal's code.' The arthur listed as 'Ansel Crane'
"No.."
Blake gets up and turns around, the man standing behind is.. Rye!
"Rye, where- what?"
"Yeah, it's me. I've been all over trying to ask the federal agents, boy are they dumb. I've been to almost every place we talked about going to when we were kids."
"Couldn't send your boy an invite. Kidding."
"So how have you been, it's been years!"
"Oh you know, good. Been off the grid for a hot minute, besides this phone which is basically invisible to any radar."
"I guess you haven't heard the news yet?"
"What? What news?"
"Ansel? Our little rat. He's been hired as head security for the wedding.. The royal wedding. And wanna guess who's gonna be marrying?"
"Uh..."
"Barret Carlisle is marrying Princess Marguerite. Marrying at the Monaco Palace."
"But- No fucking way, I know why and how it happended."
"Huh?"
"Barret wouldn't have known his place was being robbed, he has no security going into that housing and security cameras are a no-go on his floor. The only way is from..."
"Ansel Crane.."
"And Eris is suffering because of those fuckers."
"I have info on Eris actually."
"Spit it out."
Rye leans in and begins to whisper
"She's being held on Trask Island, the highest security prison still running in america. Just off the coast of Florida too."
Blake leans in to respond
"But the FBI has listed us at the top two highest criminals, our bounty is literally thirty million each, were dead men walking back into America."
"Uh huh. Blake, you're living on this island, probably doing good for yourself. How else did you get onto here?"
"Most people here are welcoming, don't care about your past. They all hate Barrett to the bone. They would rather watch him fall into a pit of lava then him being married. Once they hear that news.. This island will be a riot. A fucking riot Rye."
"Well.. maybe we should invite yourself into that wedding, eh? If you're thinking what I'm thinking?"
"If we were thinking on the same page, Barrett's diamond will be there, along with the Monaco Jewels.."
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The Heist
ActionThe stakes are high, the risk is even higher. Will a crew be able to take the Monaco jewels and getaway being the richest they could imagine or spend the rest of their days in a prison cell? Will they make their heist one of the best to be performed...
