vigorli

Author: Lara
Rating: PG13?
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. It's also AU and fiction
Note: "Broken Vow," sung by Josh Groban. Words/Music by Walter Afanasieff/Lara Fabian

“John.” Viggo reached out his hand and shook it. “Damn glad to see you.”
“Ya know that any time you need me, I’m here for you,” John said, his Welsh accent thick. “When Beanie showed up, I was a bit shocked, lemme tell ya. But when he said he was with you, well, that did it.”
Viggo gave him a rare smile and moved on. A slender man, older than Viggo, stood against the wall, smoking a cigarette. “Ian.”
“Mr. Mortensen.” Ian put out his hand and Viggo shook it. Ian always made Viggo a bit nervous, like he was talking to royalty every time they had a conversation. “It’s only because of you that I’m here.”
“I’m sure Sean told you just exactly who we’re planning on…”
“Yes, he did mention Mr. Urban’s name,” Ian interrupted, putting his cigarette out in the glass hotel ashtray. Every moment was graceful. “I must admit that the information DID make me consider this little meeting even more seriously.”
“I’m glad you could make it.” Viggo looked around the hotel suite. Sean Bean was talking in a corner to Elijah, the pickpocket. Dom and Billy were falling in hysterics as they told a story to Sean Astin. David and John were sitting on a sofa, catching up after three years of not seeing each other. Viggo cleared his throat. “Um, guys, could we move over by the television?”
All talking stopped. The eight other men moved to stand in a semi-circle. “We’re listening.” Elijah folded his arms over his chest, trying to look stern.
“Relax, kid. Viggo’ll talk when he’s ready,” Sean Bean growled. Elijah blushed.
“I’m sure you all know why you’re here. We have some business to attend to, and you guys are the best in the business.”
“What’s in it for us?” John asked.
“About ten million. A piece,” Viggo said. The room was silent once more. “Vegas.”
Sean Astin snorted. “We’re gonna rob a casino, aren’t we?”
“You’re joking.” Ian raised an eyebrow. “I know, as a one-time investor in such establishments, that it is virtually impossible to get to the money in a casino, let alone get it back outside with you still alive.”
“I have a plan,” Viggo said. “Would I call you all together just on a whim?”
“Perhaps you should introduce everyone,” Sean Bean suggested.
“Of course,” Viggo said, looking at Sean gratefully. “You’ve all met me, and my friend, Sean. I think it’s better that we don’t divulge much about each other beyond first names. Most of us know one another, but we should be safe, just in case. John, an explosives expert. Ian, a man of a thousand faces and personalities. Dom and Billy…well…let’s just say they’re great at distraction.” Billy and Dom smiled at each other proudly. “Young Sean, a master with any kind of electric tool, appliance, or computer. David, a dancer, gymnast, and damn good cat burglar. Last, but not least, Elijah…our young slight-of-hand man.” Viggo looked around. “Ten million is a lot, but this is definitely a life-threatening operation. Anyone want out?” He looked from face to face. No one moved. “Okay. Enjoy the food and drink. Get to know each other…you could be saving each other’s lives in a few months.”

“What do you think?” Viggo waited to speak until he and Sean were in Viggo’s actual room at the Luxor.
“I think you’re a crazy bastard.” Sean rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I also think this is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”
“Excellent.” Viggo smiled and went into the bathroom.
Sean walked around the medium-sized suite, checking out the paintings and the knickknacks. As he walked by the small desk, his jacket caught a pile of papers, pushing them to the ground. He sighed with annoyance, bending down to pick them up. Viggo’s slanted handwriting caught his eye. With an occasional glance towards the closed bathroom door, he began to read.
“Tell me his name, I want to know…The way he looks, And where you go…I need to see his face I need to understand why you and I came to an end. Tell me again,
I want to hear who broke my faith in all these years. Who lays with you at night while I’m here all alone…Remembering when I was your own. I let you go, I let you fly. Why do I keep on asking why I let you go, now that I found a way to keep somehow more than a broken vow? Tell me the words I never said; show me the tears you never shed. Give me the touch the one you promised to be mine or has it vanished for all time? I close my eyes and dream of you and I and then I realize there’s more to love than only bitterness and lies. I close my eyes, I’d give away my soul to hold you once again, and never let this promise end.”
Sean frowned as he carefully pushed the papers back with all the others. By the time Viggo returned to the room, Sean was at the window. He never turned around when he heard Viggo walk over to him. “So…what does Karl Urban have to do with Orlando?”