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The camera is low to the ground following closely behind a pair of black leather Christian Louboutin high heel shoes with the trademark red sole. The elegant tapping noises each heel makes when it hits the marble floor echoes through these hotel hallways. Slowly, the shot pans up to reveal the stunning figure of Alexis, in an equally as stunning black, form fitting dress. She seems to have reached her destination, as she turns to a door and slips her room key into the electronic slot, waiting for the light to turn from red to green, and then entering.
It's a modest looking hotel room, not adorned with the lavish amenities you'd expect. Just a bed, television, couch, night stand, and bathroom. She let's out a disappointed sigh as she continues to survey the room after closing the door behind her. Alexis furrows her eyebrows as she comes across a laptop computer already open and turned on which rests on the night stand. She walks over to it and sits on the bed while placing the laptop in front of her on the said bed. As she does so, she realizes a hands free head set, with ear piece and microphone, which was resting behind the laptop. She puts it on, and presses a single button on the computer which turns the screen from blank, to active. She speaks into the mic...
I was wondering where you had disappeared off to.
She begins looking through the lap top as a voice emanates from the ear piece on her head set.
You still don't know where I am.
But, at least I know what you are doing. I love it when you go out and play.
She smiles as her eyes focus in on something on the screen.
And... judging from the equipment list you've logged in for me to oversee, I'd say your on the roof.
Clever girl. But, a little late.
Suddenly, a gentle knocking is heard, but not at the door. This knocking comes from the window. Alexis doesn't seem startled, just a little confused. She stands up, with the head set still on, and walks over to the windows hidden behind the curtains. She pulls the curtains aside to reveal Vega, suspended by some sort of wire, outside of her window. He playfully waves to her as he dons a sly smile along with a pure black outfit, and barely visible ear piece. We remain inside the hotel room, only seeing Vega through the window, and barely hearing him except for the feint sound of his voice in Alexis' head set. They continue to speak to each other using the head set, although now they can see one another.
Was on the roof, love.
She laughs it off, and continues forward.
Roof, window... either way, this is the part where you begin to clue me in. It's also the part when you tell me why I have to provide support from this hotel room. I know we can afford the penthouse here.
Of course we can, but so can a Mr. John Paulson.
And that is...?
That, my love... is our meal ticket.
Suddenly, with a simple press of a button located on the contraption harnessing Vega to a long black rope, he is whisked away from the window and sent flying upwards towards the night sky. We now follow Vega, as he begins his caper.
Remember the couple at the restaurant a couple of days back? The woman wearing the 201 carat Chopard watch we're after, I've been keeping tabs on her since then. Loves spending her husband's hard earned money. I got her credit card information-
How?
Not important. And, really? You think that information is hard to come by?
No. Just seems a little small time for us, no? Stealing credit card information? I always thought we were better than info hackers stealing information from home to make a couple of purchases at the grocery store.
Please. A simple purchase history is all I was after. The penthouse is under his name, under his card. A Mr. John Paulson.
So?
Vega reaches the penthouse window, looking in. The curtains are open, and there is the woman from the restaurant, wearing nothing but a robe. Vega reaches behind him and grabs the hood of his garment and pulls it over his head. It completely covers his face like a mask, and his eyes are covered by an extremely technological looking pair of goggles.
Visual?
I've got eyes.
Apparently these goggles transmit a live feed from Vega to Alexis' laptop back a couple of stories below. She is able to see exactly what Vega sees.
Who's that?
That, is why this all became so much fun. See, that man on the bed, waiting for her... is not John Paulson.
It seems Mrs. Paulson is not the only one having herself a little playtime tonight, is she. Why do I get the feeling I'm not getting a new toy to play with, tonight?
The woman takes off the rope, revealing her stunning nude figure to the lucky man sitting at the foot of the bed. He can't wait, and grabs her, taking her into his arms and dragging her into bed with him.
Are you getting this?
Yup. I'm a little worried that you aren't looking away.
This is the only reason I'm here. Why take a watch one night when we've just come across a secret this woman will do anything to keep. Sex, lies, and now... video tape. A wonderful cocktail we can get drunk off of.
So this is all just a surveillance job tonight?
Unfortunately, this is as much excitement as I'll get to have before coming back.
Both of them sigh ever so slightly, both eager to begin the more dangerous aspects of their life of crime, but for now, hanging off nothing more than a rope hundreds of stories above Las Vegas at night will have to suffice their thirst for adventure. The silence is broken by Alexis' worried voice.
Vega, last week-
Was embarrassing, and it won't happen again.
But you haven't even said a word about it. You never even made it to the ring, and now this week, I found out you're up against-
Doesn't matter.
What do you mean it doesn't matter?
This matters, Alexis. This! I'm suspended thousands of feet in the air by a fucking rope staring at the very thing that could let us never have to pull another job for the rest of our rich lives, and you want to ask me about a man named "The Beard" or a man slash robot slash whatever that goes by "S.H.I.T." I'm talking about priorities, Alexis.
Then why do it, Vega? Why bother stepping into that arena at all? You don't give a damn about anything they can offer you. I mean, what's the worth of one of their titles, anyways? A couple of grand? We're at millions right now.
Billions.
Bill-billions!?
The 6th richest man in New York City, Vega... I don't play around with this. But those fools last week, fools this week. Playtime is over. I was the fool last week. That won't happen again.
But, why go back at all?
Vega remains silent as he continues to watch the Triple X show going on right in front of him. Nobody says another word for the next couple of moments, until he breaks the silence, this time, with a much more stern demeanor to his voice.
We've got enough. I'm headed back to the roof, I'll see you soon.
Vega removes his hooded mask and presses another button on his harness which zips him up passed the penthouse towards the roof. The camera, however, cuts back to the original hotel room where Alexis is staring at her laptop feed. Her face is dejected.
Vega?
No reply.
Vega, come in.
Nothing again. Defeated, she takes her head set off and closes the laptop.
One day, his lies will end.
She looks towards the window, now empty, nobody outside at all except the moon.
Or, I'll stop believing them.
With an exhale, she closes the curtains shut, and walks away from the windows as the scene comes to an end.
