the House Always wins 15/? ViggOrli
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: Hard R, probably
Disclaimer: This is a fictional remake of "Oceans 11." I use it, and the actors, with no harm intended.
Note: I have used much of Oceans 11, but please be warned that I am NOT trying to remake the heist exactly as it was done in the movie. I used part of it, but made up/changed most of it.
“Ya don’t git it, do ya, young man?” The elderly man hugged his briefcase protectively. “Ya don’t git that this case here holds over a million dollars!”
“Sir, you can place it in the safe in your room,” the security guard said, smiling.
“I don’t WANT to put it in my room,” the older man argued. “Would you want yer life savins to go in a hotel room safe?”
“I can call the manager…perhaps you can put it in the actual hotel safe,” the guard suggested wearily.
“Well, young’un, I think ya might want to call that there manager, but it’s NOT going in some namby-pamby hotel safe.” The older man glared at the guard.
“Very well, Sir,” the guard said, unhooking his radio and calling to the front desk.
The older man glimpsed an odd pair walking through the casino floor. One of them carried a bunch of balloons, and the other one was obviously arguing with him as they walked. The older man looked down at his case and prayed as he waited for the guard to finish talking.
“Look, all I’m asking is for you to move your fucking truck,” the smaller man said in a thick Cockney accent. “Is that so hard for you to understand?”
“I have a job to do. It’s not my fault that your pansy-ass flower truck can’t fit in a proper parking space?” The man attached to the bouquet of balloons never even broke stride.
“Look, you bastard, stop walking away when I’m talking to you!” The Brit yanked on the Balloon Man’s arm, making him stop.
The Balloon Man turned around slowly, glaring at the other man. “Excuse me?” His voice was cold, with a nondescript American accent. His blue eyes were as cold as his voice.
“I said, stop running from me, ya arse,” the Brit said angrily. “Move your damn truck before I call security to move it FOR you.”
“Oh, you’ll call security?” The man released the balloons, crossing his arms over his chest. The balloons danced up to settle at the ceiling. “Please do. I’d love to explain to them how some psychotic idiot is harassing me as I innocently go about my business.”
“The manager is on his way,” the guard said, catching movement out of the corner of his eye. “Mr. Holloway, I apologize, but I have to go deal with something.” He watched the two men argue as one of them released a bouquet of balloons to the ceiling.
“I understand, young man…know yer just doing your job,” Ian said, smiling. “I should wait right here?”
“Please,” the guard begged, taking off towards Dom and Billy, whipping out his radio once more.
Elijah watched from the corner of his eye as Dom and Billy began what seemed to be a very enjoyable argument. One security guard headed for the pair while two more came out of an elevator, obviously answering the first guard’s call. Elijah nodded at them, straightened the tie of his uniform, and darted into the elevator. He prayed that all of Sean Astin’s work had been done correctly, and that every bit of identification he carried would work for him. He entered the lower vault and waited for the second door to open.
“Who’re you?” The woman behind the counter blinked.
“New recruit,” Elijah said with a disarming grin. Her eyes reminded him of Murphy’s. “A few of the boys got called upstairs…two idiots fighting in the middle of the casino…with balloons.”
“Balloons,” she said with a laugh, all suspicion gone. “Sign in.” She shoved a clipboard at him. “Anyone ever tell you that…”
“I have gorgeous eyes?” Elijah winked at her as he signed the fictitious name Viggo had devised for him. “Yeah, I’ve heard it once or twice.” He leaned on the counter as he gave her the clipboard. “Can you believe someone actually asked me if I did something to MAKE them this big?”
“People are idiots,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Have a good day. I get off at six,” she added as an afterthought.
Elijah looked at her nametag. “Thanks…Amanda. I’ll keep that in mind.” He gave her another wink and went out the door, pulling the large metal box behind him.
“You two need to break it up,” the guard finally said. “I’ll call the Vegas police…don’t tempt me.”
“Fine,” Billy said angrily. “I know who you work for…if I lose this job, I’ll sue your arse.”
“I can’t wait,” Dominic said with a pleasant grin. He looked up at his balloons, then at the tallest guard. “Could you…”
“Bastard,” Billy snapped before turning on one heel and stalking out of the casino.
“Mr. Holloway? I’m Mr. Sawyer, Hotel Manager. Can I help you with something?” A young man approached Ian.
“Yes, sir, you shure as hell can,” Ian replied, his voice thick with Southern twang. “I’m here all the way from West Virginia, ya know why?”
“I’m sure I don’t, Sir.”
“I brought my life’s savins, almost one million dollars,” Ian said, patting the case. “Invested in that there fruit company…with the computers?”
“Apple?” The man asked. Ian snapped his fingers, wrinkled face grinning. They had spent almost three hours getting him made up to look almost ten years older. Gone was the suave man from England.
“That’s the one! Anyway, thought I’d treat m’self to a trip out west, and I’ve been given nothin’ but trouble!”
“We can place the case in our hotel safe, Sir. I assure you…”
“Hotel safe nothin’! I want this baby in your vault.” The manager blinked in shock. “Is that a problem?”
“Well, we normally don’t…”
“I guess my money ain’t welcome here. I guess I should find someplace that’ll treat a man right,” Ian said angrily.
“No, no!” Mr. Sawyer said immediately, thinking of what he’d hear from Mr. Urban if the rich man left the casino. “Please come to the front desk with me, while I make the necessary calls.
Elijah pulled the cart through the casino, using his security card to get him into the hallway leading to the vault elevators. He pulled the case down the hallway, nodding to various employees before suddenly darting into a closet.
“About time,” Dave said with a lazy grin. He wore a pair of shorts and a tank top, looking as if he had just spent the day by the hotel pool.
“Here’s to hoping Astin was able to disable all the cameras for a minute,” Elijah said nervously. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Dave said. He inserted something into his ear. “You guys hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” Sean Bean said. “Astin’s with me, too.”
“Good luck, Dave,” Sean Astin said.
“Dave, listen. You be careful in there,” Bean said softly. Dave smiled.
“I always am, Bean. We’ll be on a beach before you know it.” He could almost see Bean blushing.
Dave hopped into the box, arranging himself carefully before Elijah slowly tipped it to the floor. “Dave…” Elijah said, looking at the incredibly small box that seemed to grow smaller each second the dancer was in it.
“Shut it,” Dave said, not just meaning the box. Elijah sighed and fastened the lid, taking a few deep breaths before he left the closet and headed back out to the casino.
“Where tha fuck ya been?” Another guard asked angrily. “We’ve been waiting for that.”
“I’m five minutes late,” Elijah snapped back. “Can’t a man take a leak?”
“Not on company time.” The guard snapped a handcuff onto the handle of the box. The other handcuff was around his wrist. “Remember that.”
“Yes, Sir,” Elijah said, watching as the box, with Dave inside it, was led down to the vault.
“Mr. Holloway,” a voice said. Ian turned and found himself face to face with Karl Urban. They had only met on two occasions, and Ian hoped that the makeup was good enough to make him unrecognizable. “I’m Karl Urban. This is my casino. I understand that you wish to place your bag in the hotel vault?”
“If it ain’t too much trouble,” Ian said with a grin. “I hope yer boy told ya how much money I got with me.”
“Money that will be well spent on our property, I’m sure,” Karl said. “Follow me. We’ll have a guard take your bag, and you can watch it go into the vault.”
Karl led him through a series of hallways until they reached the security office. He offered Ian a seat, then took the bag. “I do appreciate this,” Ian said.
“We’ll have to inspect it, of course,” Karl said.
“Of course,” Ian repeated.
He watched as Karl and a guard opened the briefcase. Inside were piles of twenties and fifties. Karl nodded, and the guard took the suitcase, leaving the room. “Watch this monitor here,” Karl said, pointing to a screen. Ian leaned forward and soon saw the guard enter the vault. Another guard pulling a large box on wheels soon followed him in. Ian sighed in relief.
“That is exactly what I wanted, Mr. Urban. You do run a clean and tight ship in this place.” Ian stood and held out his hand.
“If there is anything else I can do for you, please let Mr. Sawyer know. He’ll inform me immediately,” Karl said with an impatient smile. He shook Ian’s hand and left the room.
“Ready?” Bean asked John. Bean bit at a thumbnail as he watched the monitors in front of him. They were in the hotel suite, which had been turned into Command Central for the operation.
“As I’ll ever be, laddie,” John said.
“Okay, here we go.” Sean Astin pushed a button, and every monitor in the Desert Royale’s security room flickered briefly before refocusing on the vault. “Okay. Go ahead.”
“Hold onto your balls, Dave,” John said. He typed a bit on a keyboard. “That should do it.”
“Dave? Dave!” Bean said immediately. The explosive in Ian’s case was tailored to be just enough to spring Dave from the box.
“Give him a bit,” John said. “The smoke needs to clear.”
The monitors continued to show the vault. “I’m okay,” Dave said. “I’m out of the box.”
“Thank God,” Bean said in relief.
“Okay.” Dave stared at the safes across the room. He needed to flip to the one nearest the door without being noticed by the laser beams that danced across the room. As soon as he opened the door, the beams would turn off, and they could continue with the plan. “They’re out there, right?”
“You bet,” Bean said encouragingly.
“They?” John asked. “I thought it was just Elijah and…”
“Don’t worry,” Bean said, patting John’s leg. “Carry on, Dave.” Bean stood, pulling off his own earpiece. “Got work to do.” He left the room, causing John and Astin to stare after him.
Rating: Hard R, probably
Disclaimer: This is a fictional remake of "Oceans 11." I use it, and the actors, with no harm intended.
Note: I have used much of Oceans 11, but please be warned that I am NOT trying to remake the heist exactly as it was done in the movie. I used part of it, but made up/changed most of it.
“Ya don’t git it, do ya, young man?” The elderly man hugged his briefcase protectively. “Ya don’t git that this case here holds over a million dollars!”
“Sir, you can place it in the safe in your room,” the security guard said, smiling.
“I don’t WANT to put it in my room,” the older man argued. “Would you want yer life savins to go in a hotel room safe?”
“I can call the manager…perhaps you can put it in the actual hotel safe,” the guard suggested wearily.
“Well, young’un, I think ya might want to call that there manager, but it’s NOT going in some namby-pamby hotel safe.” The older man glared at the guard.
“Very well, Sir,” the guard said, unhooking his radio and calling to the front desk.
The older man glimpsed an odd pair walking through the casino floor. One of them carried a bunch of balloons, and the other one was obviously arguing with him as they walked. The older man looked down at his case and prayed as he waited for the guard to finish talking.
“Look, all I’m asking is for you to move your fucking truck,” the smaller man said in a thick Cockney accent. “Is that so hard for you to understand?”
“I have a job to do. It’s not my fault that your pansy-ass flower truck can’t fit in a proper parking space?” The man attached to the bouquet of balloons never even broke stride.
“Look, you bastard, stop walking away when I’m talking to you!” The Brit yanked on the Balloon Man’s arm, making him stop.
The Balloon Man turned around slowly, glaring at the other man. “Excuse me?” His voice was cold, with a nondescript American accent. His blue eyes were as cold as his voice.
“I said, stop running from me, ya arse,” the Brit said angrily. “Move your damn truck before I call security to move it FOR you.”
“Oh, you’ll call security?” The man released the balloons, crossing his arms over his chest. The balloons danced up to settle at the ceiling. “Please do. I’d love to explain to them how some psychotic idiot is harassing me as I innocently go about my business.”
“The manager is on his way,” the guard said, catching movement out of the corner of his eye. “Mr. Holloway, I apologize, but I have to go deal with something.” He watched the two men argue as one of them released a bouquet of balloons to the ceiling.
“I understand, young man…know yer just doing your job,” Ian said, smiling. “I should wait right here?”
“Please,” the guard begged, taking off towards Dom and Billy, whipping out his radio once more.
Elijah watched from the corner of his eye as Dom and Billy began what seemed to be a very enjoyable argument. One security guard headed for the pair while two more came out of an elevator, obviously answering the first guard’s call. Elijah nodded at them, straightened the tie of his uniform, and darted into the elevator. He prayed that all of Sean Astin’s work had been done correctly, and that every bit of identification he carried would work for him. He entered the lower vault and waited for the second door to open.
“Who’re you?” The woman behind the counter blinked.
“New recruit,” Elijah said with a disarming grin. Her eyes reminded him of Murphy’s. “A few of the boys got called upstairs…two idiots fighting in the middle of the casino…with balloons.”
“Balloons,” she said with a laugh, all suspicion gone. “Sign in.” She shoved a clipboard at him. “Anyone ever tell you that…”
“I have gorgeous eyes?” Elijah winked at her as he signed the fictitious name Viggo had devised for him. “Yeah, I’ve heard it once or twice.” He leaned on the counter as he gave her the clipboard. “Can you believe someone actually asked me if I did something to MAKE them this big?”
“People are idiots,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Have a good day. I get off at six,” she added as an afterthought.
Elijah looked at her nametag. “Thanks…Amanda. I’ll keep that in mind.” He gave her another wink and went out the door, pulling the large metal box behind him.
“You two need to break it up,” the guard finally said. “I’ll call the Vegas police…don’t tempt me.”
“Fine,” Billy said angrily. “I know who you work for…if I lose this job, I’ll sue your arse.”
“I can’t wait,” Dominic said with a pleasant grin. He looked up at his balloons, then at the tallest guard. “Could you…”
“Bastard,” Billy snapped before turning on one heel and stalking out of the casino.
“Mr. Holloway? I’m Mr. Sawyer, Hotel Manager. Can I help you with something?” A young man approached Ian.
“Yes, sir, you shure as hell can,” Ian replied, his voice thick with Southern twang. “I’m here all the way from West Virginia, ya know why?”
“I’m sure I don’t, Sir.”
“I brought my life’s savins, almost one million dollars,” Ian said, patting the case. “Invested in that there fruit company…with the computers?”
“Apple?” The man asked. Ian snapped his fingers, wrinkled face grinning. They had spent almost three hours getting him made up to look almost ten years older. Gone was the suave man from England.
“That’s the one! Anyway, thought I’d treat m’self to a trip out west, and I’ve been given nothin’ but trouble!”
“We can place the case in our hotel safe, Sir. I assure you…”
“Hotel safe nothin’! I want this baby in your vault.” The manager blinked in shock. “Is that a problem?”
“Well, we normally don’t…”
“I guess my money ain’t welcome here. I guess I should find someplace that’ll treat a man right,” Ian said angrily.
“No, no!” Mr. Sawyer said immediately, thinking of what he’d hear from Mr. Urban if the rich man left the casino. “Please come to the front desk with me, while I make the necessary calls.
Elijah pulled the cart through the casino, using his security card to get him into the hallway leading to the vault elevators. He pulled the case down the hallway, nodding to various employees before suddenly darting into a closet.
“About time,” Dave said with a lazy grin. He wore a pair of shorts and a tank top, looking as if he had just spent the day by the hotel pool.
“Here’s to hoping Astin was able to disable all the cameras for a minute,” Elijah said nervously. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Dave said. He inserted something into his ear. “You guys hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” Sean Bean said. “Astin’s with me, too.”
“Good luck, Dave,” Sean Astin said.
“Dave, listen. You be careful in there,” Bean said softly. Dave smiled.
“I always am, Bean. We’ll be on a beach before you know it.” He could almost see Bean blushing.
Dave hopped into the box, arranging himself carefully before Elijah slowly tipped it to the floor. “Dave…” Elijah said, looking at the incredibly small box that seemed to grow smaller each second the dancer was in it.
“Shut it,” Dave said, not just meaning the box. Elijah sighed and fastened the lid, taking a few deep breaths before he left the closet and headed back out to the casino.
“Where tha fuck ya been?” Another guard asked angrily. “We’ve been waiting for that.”
“I’m five minutes late,” Elijah snapped back. “Can’t a man take a leak?”
“Not on company time.” The guard snapped a handcuff onto the handle of the box. The other handcuff was around his wrist. “Remember that.”
“Yes, Sir,” Elijah said, watching as the box, with Dave inside it, was led down to the vault.
“Mr. Holloway,” a voice said. Ian turned and found himself face to face with Karl Urban. They had only met on two occasions, and Ian hoped that the makeup was good enough to make him unrecognizable. “I’m Karl Urban. This is my casino. I understand that you wish to place your bag in the hotel vault?”
“If it ain’t too much trouble,” Ian said with a grin. “I hope yer boy told ya how much money I got with me.”
“Money that will be well spent on our property, I’m sure,” Karl said. “Follow me. We’ll have a guard take your bag, and you can watch it go into the vault.”
Karl led him through a series of hallways until they reached the security office. He offered Ian a seat, then took the bag. “I do appreciate this,” Ian said.
“We’ll have to inspect it, of course,” Karl said.
“Of course,” Ian repeated.
He watched as Karl and a guard opened the briefcase. Inside were piles of twenties and fifties. Karl nodded, and the guard took the suitcase, leaving the room. “Watch this monitor here,” Karl said, pointing to a screen. Ian leaned forward and soon saw the guard enter the vault. Another guard pulling a large box on wheels soon followed him in. Ian sighed in relief.
“That is exactly what I wanted, Mr. Urban. You do run a clean and tight ship in this place.” Ian stood and held out his hand.
“If there is anything else I can do for you, please let Mr. Sawyer know. He’ll inform me immediately,” Karl said with an impatient smile. He shook Ian’s hand and left the room.
“Ready?” Bean asked John. Bean bit at a thumbnail as he watched the monitors in front of him. They were in the hotel suite, which had been turned into Command Central for the operation.
“As I’ll ever be, laddie,” John said.
“Okay, here we go.” Sean Astin pushed a button, and every monitor in the Desert Royale’s security room flickered briefly before refocusing on the vault. “Okay. Go ahead.”
“Hold onto your balls, Dave,” John said. He typed a bit on a keyboard. “That should do it.”
“Dave? Dave!” Bean said immediately. The explosive in Ian’s case was tailored to be just enough to spring Dave from the box.
“Give him a bit,” John said. “The smoke needs to clear.”
The monitors continued to show the vault. “I’m okay,” Dave said. “I’m out of the box.”
“Thank God,” Bean said in relief.
“Okay.” Dave stared at the safes across the room. He needed to flip to the one nearest the door without being noticed by the laser beams that danced across the room. As soon as he opened the door, the beams would turn off, and they could continue with the plan. “They’re out there, right?”
“You bet,” Bean said encouragingly.
“They?” John asked. “I thought it was just Elijah and…”
“Don’t worry,” Bean said, patting John’s leg. “Carry on, Dave.” Bean stood, pulling off his own earpiece. “Got work to do.” He left the room, causing John and Astin to stare after him.
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Date: 2005-07-11 06:31 pm (UTC)I lost it right there for a good while. Lost fan, are we? And I've never seen a fic mention West Virginia(my state), so I had to pause there too. I still love Lij in all of his seemingly innocence that isn't innocent. Great chapter.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:30 pm (UTC)I live in PA, so you're not that far away from me...I have to go to a wedding in Winchester, VA, this weekend, and we drive through a sliver of WV, so, you know, it was in my mind...
Elijah is Love...and I plan on writing a nice side chapter eventually about how he got the collar marks on his neck *wink*
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Date: 2005-07-11 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-15 03:06 pm (UTC)Please!? Pretty Please!
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Date: 2006-11-13 06:56 pm (UTC)Linda