vigorli

Author: Lara

Rating: R for use of the f word and talk about sex.

Disclaimer: This is all made up...use of characters from Oceans 11 & Boondock Saints totally without permission.

Note: There is a bit of a crossover in this chapter from the movie Boondock Saints. I borrowed Connor & Murphy, and created the twincest on my own, as Troy Duffy has said many times that he didn't mean for them to come across that way. Don't worry; it's only inferred, not graphic. I couldn't resist, though; even hardened killers would think Elijah was pretty. :)

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS

Ten

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“Okay…at three, then.” Bean hung up the phone and looked at Viggo. “They’ll be by the Bellagio fountain at three. Do you want to come along?”

“Of course I do,” Viggo said. “I need to be a part of every single aspect of the plan.”

“Of course you do,” Bean mimicked perfectly.

“We’ll bring Elijah along, too…he’ll be here going over the Karl portfolio.” Viggo leaned forward and slid a folder from the pile.

Bean stood and stretched, pacing around Viggo’s hotel suite. “I think someone has a crush on you.” His green eyes were amused.

“Whatever.” Viggo gave a snort and poured himself more coffee. “I think you’re delusional.”

“It’s cute…he’s what…twenty years younger than you?”

“Twenty-three, if you’re getting technical, but it doesn’t matter because it’s not true.”

Bean loved bringing out the snark in Viggo. “At least Dave is only six years younger than me. I didn’t know you were into robbing the cradle.”

“Dammit, Bean, knock it off!” Viggo shouted, which only made Bean chuckle. “He’s only doing his job. He’s new to the business, and kinda looks up to me.”

“I bet he’d like to look up to you.” Bean couldn’t resist, and was rewarded with a punch to the shoulder. “Ow!”

“Perverted old man,” Viggo growled.

Bean was interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked through the peephole and grinned. The grin quickly turned to a frown as he opened the door. “What are THEY doing here?”

Billy and Dominic followed on Elijah’s heels. “I ran into them at lunch…I didn’t think Viggo would mind.” The big blue eyes turned to Viggo. “They can leave if it’s a problem.”

“Excuse me, but we’re standing right here,” Billy said, leaning on his cousin’s shoulder. Dom nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think it’s a problem,” Viggo said, relieved not to be alone with Bean and Elijah. “As long as they stay out of the way.”

“Oi, quit talking about us like we’re not here!” Dom said, waving a hand in front of Viggo’s face.

“They’ll stay out of your way.” Bean grabbed each of them by the ear and led them to the sofa. “Sit. Behave.”

“Arf,” Dom said, sending Billy into a fit of giggles. Bean glared but did not grace the comment with a reply.

Elijah sat down with Viggo. “Karl Urban is a man of routine, Elijah. He’ll do the same thing every day at the same time every day. It’s all about control. If something strays from the norm, it means it’s out of his control, and he hates that.” Bean, Dom and Billy were soon peeking over the back of the sofa, intrigued by the odd note of steel creeping into Viggo’s voice. “The only thing he craves more than routine, than control, is possession. He wants what he wants, and as soon as it’s his, nine times out of ten he’s tired of it.” Viggo flipped through the folder as Elijah nodded eagerly. “The Queen of Hearts has an art gallery on the fifth floor. The Oasis has the most advanced theater and performing arts center in the city.” He tapped a picture. “The Desert Royale has nothing, until now. He’s going for something different…a literature collection beyond compare.”

“A library?” Elijah scratched his head.

“More than a library. Almost a literary museum. He’ll have books, true, but also artifacts, educational displays…you name it. One of his few guilty pleasures is history, and the books about history…both nonfiction and fiction.” Viggo sighed. “He’ll staff the place with the best in the business, archaeologists, professors, writers.”

“So what does this have to do with me?” Elijah asked.

“When you follow him, it will be a bit easier than it might normally be. With construction going on, deliveries in and out, you’ll be able to blend in. I want to know the daily routine. If anything shifts from that routine, take note.”

“Got it.” Elijah’s smile was bright. “I can totally do this, Viggo.”

Viggo glared in the direction of the snort coming from the sofa. “I’m sure you can, Elijah.”

Bean checked his watch. “Two-fifteen, Vig. We should go.”

“Right.” Viggo stood, stacking his files. “We’re meeting our inside observers. A couple of brothers, right, Bean?”

“Well, they don’t exactly blend in, do they?” Viggo asked, blinking at the bright sunlight.

Two handsome men, lanky in identical black t-shirts, blue jeans and black sunglasses, lounged arrogantly at the side of the dancing fountain. They lit cigarettes in unison, exhaling in a plume of smoke. One of them noticed the five men and nudged the other. As the group approached, Viggo noticed the tattoos on their necks, forearms and hands. They would not exactly blend in.

“You Bean?” The accented voice was low as the man nodded to Bean.

“Aye,” Bean said slowly.

A hand was held out, the tattoo reading “Veritas” stretching across the long finger. “M’Connor MacManus. ‘Tis me twin, Murphy.”

“Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen,” Bean said, nodding at Viggo. He heard a gasp behind him when Connor introduced himself, and did not want to offend the brothers, so he said, “Run along, puppies.”

“Viggo!” Billy exclaimed. “What the fuck did…”

Elijah slapped a hand over Billy’s mouth, his blue eyes daring Dominic to say a word. “We’ll be over on the other side.” He dragged the cousins away, making sure they were far out of earshot before we allowed them to talk.

“Pretty lil thing,” Murphy remarked, lowering his sunglasses to watch Elijah walk away. “Fuckin’ gorgeous eyes.”

“Yeah, he’s something,” Viggo agreed, and if he wasn’t so nervous meeting the two men, Bean would have laughed. “So…”

“So here’s tha deal.” Connor, obviously the spokesman of the pair, stomped his cigarette under the toe of his heavy boot. “Bean said ya need someone ta do a bit o’ surveillance, that so?” Viggo nodded.

“What’s innit fer us?” Murphy asked. Connor rolled his eyes.

“Shut up an’ let me talk, for Chrissake.”

Viggo felt as if he was dealing with Billy and Dom all over again, except in taller, cooler packages. “Bean didn’t tell me your price.”

“We’re normally not all about tha sneakin’, if ya get my meanin’, Viggo.” Connor raised an eyebrow. “We’re inna revenge business.”

“I see,” Viggo said, lying through his teeth.

“We take revenge fer those who can’t do it themselves,” Murphy said. “There’s a lotta filth in tha world.”

Viggo felt Bean press ever so slightly against his foot. “Okay. I can’t give you weapons or anything…but I have money.”

“It’ll do,” Connor said, his smile turning him into quite a handsome man. “Ya really jus’ need us ta walk around?”

“And remember what you see,” Viggo said, relieved that the conversation was finally turning in a direction he could deal with. “You come highly recommended. I need someone who can blend in…” Viggo’s eyes drifted across Connor’s tattoos, “Someone who can tell us what is where and when it’s there.”

“We’re yer men,” Connor said with a smile. “An’ don’t worry…we’ll blend in jus’ fine.” He looked around them. “Been needin’ a vacation, anyways.”

They straightened out some details, at least Viggo and Connor did. Bean kept watch on the people walking by, and Murphy kept watch on Elijah, who was leaning against the fountain sunning himself as Billy and Dominic goofed off nearby.

“Sounds good,” Viggo said finally, rewarded again with Connor’s bright smile. The smile faded as Connor watched his brother watch Elijah.

“Why dontcha jus’ go fuck him against the fountain, for fuck’s sake?”

Murphy’s smile was sly. “Sounds good ta me.”

“Fuck off.” Connor smacked his brother upside the head before stalking off. Murphy’s grin turned into a smirk.

“Love it when he’s jealous.”

“Um, you know, Elijah is single,” Viggo offered.

Murphy winked at Viggo. “He’s not jealous of ME. Connor’s jealous of tha pretty one…cuz I’m lookin’ at him an’ not Connor.” Murphy followed his brother without another word. Bean and Viggo exchanged glances before silently walking over to get their friends.

“You are NOT hiring them, right?” Billy gasped as soon as they were within hearing range. His voice lowered when they were close enough. “They’re the fucking MacManus brothers? Remember a few years ago in Boston, when there were all those mob hits and it was too dangerous for anyone not a model citizen to even walk the streets? THEY did it! They’re fucking murderers!”

“They kill the bad ones,” Viggo said softly. “The filth,” he added, remembering Murphy’s word.

“We don’t work with murderers,” Dom said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Guess you better get out now,” Bean said quietly. Dom, Elijah and Billy stared at him.

“Well, I’m sure you’re not a murderer, Beanie,” Dom said quickly. “I mean, you’re…”

“You won’t be working with them anyway, so don’t worry about it,” Viggo snapped. “Let’s go before you make any more of a scene.” He put a friendly hand on Elijah’s shoulder, remembering the way Murphy’s blue eyes had smoldered as he watched him.