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Actually killed dead, he meant we're going to die.  After muttering those stupid words Andrei just stared at me blankly for under a minute before getting into his car and zooming the hell away.

Dad and I finished dinner like 10 minutes later then walked home slowly. Entering the estate was a challenge, not just because of the lingering drug dealers but also the copious amount of fuck boys. Luckily father dearest managed to glare them all down, the little boys basically ran away.

" Storm there's a package by the door"

Royal mail comes in the morning?
I sluggishly walked out of the room and grabbed the package that had my name written in bold, damn I feel special.

" dad I'm going to bed" with that I ran into my room impatiently,  I couldn't wait to open the package. Quickly slipping out of my dress I threw it onto the chair and grabbed dad's shirt, throwing it on I finally sat on the bed comfortably.

" let's see what's in you" ripping the tape harshly I pulled the flaps apart, removing the plastic cover a massive smile took over my features as I saw what was inside.

Stacks of 50s, looks to be approximately 5 grand, I couldn't help but get giddy by the amount in front of me.

Damn I feel rich. Rifling through the money I sighed when a letter came into view, dammit why couldn't I just accidentally receive a lot of money with no strings attached.

Dropping the money in the box I opened the letter.

This money will be used to buy everything you and your team need for the mission. Use it wisely because you won't be receiving any more.

Andrei Jabal

Well that settles it, the next day needs to be shopping and I could finish planning within tonight.

It honestly won't be a struggle, the Louvre is something Im very interested in. Art may not mean a lot to many many people but to me it's someones soul, their soul that they've splattered onto a canvas. Some paintings can have so much hidden meanings and mysteries that I can't get over them.

At the age of 14 I started my research into the Louvre. Could you believe it used to a palace, where the kings lived. In 1793 the museum was officially a museum, with around 600 masterpieces decorating the old stone walls . It closed due to the building falling around 1796 and was opened again In 1801. During them 5 years it was made structurally stable again, the only thing that has changed since then is the security, the structure has remained the same.

This means that there's  definitely old tunnels, most likely blocked of but could be opened.  The river Seine is beside the museum, we would obviously need 2 days for recon, I could do the most research however things could be changed as soon as we get there. In all honesty we had to be there as quick as possible.

Jotting down the rest of my ideas and outcomes I called Finn.

"Hey Storm what's gwarnin" he spoke excitedly.

"We need to go to Paris tomorrow"

"Wait what, do you even have plan. He gave us three days?!" Rolling my eyes I slid of the bed.

" Finn, I can do a world's worth of research but small things can mess up our job. We need to get there and then I can finish of the plan. The only thing left for us to do is to get someone from the grammer school to buy the tools needed" I stated confidently, these men sometimes need the answers spoon fed to them.

"Why from the grammar  school, I can buy em"

"Think about it logically, if we are ever suspected they can't find no records or recordings of us buying the tools that will be used"

"Ohhh ok cool, I'll tell Andrei"

With that he hung up, sometimes I wonder how the idiots survived without me in this business. With a sigh I stuffed the box under my bed and laid on top.

Before my brain dropped into thinking mode the shrill of my phone caused me to jump, I grabbed  my phone and placed it to my ear quick.

"Yes" I mumbled disinterestedly.

"Its Andrei" his deep voice rang through the phone.

"Oh, what"

"Flights are booked for tomorrow 5pm, I want everyone at Heathrow airport by 4. Bring everything needed"

I was about to ask him something but the mad man hung up, groaning in anger I flopped onto my bed once again.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't good at what I am so I didn't have to be in such a situation. Other times though, I'm very happy, I can steal your car and have you tortured 6 ways till Sunday.

Not that I would. Meh.

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