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"This was a terrible idea," Lovino muttered to himself, alternately tightening and loosening his grip on the steering wheel. He glanced into the rear view mirror, which he'd angled nearly an hour ago to provide a clear view of the building the car was idling in front of. "How the hell did that idiot talk me into doing this?"
It was a pointless question, really. He knew how he'd gotten into it. He knew how he'd been talked into going along with it. He knew why he was now sitting in a car, waiting for the Three Stooges to finish their business.
He just didn't know what was taking so damn long.
Lovino glanced into the mirror again anxiously and blanched at the sight of a uniformed police officer approaching the bank doors.
"Shit."
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It had started yesterday. Or perhaps more accurately, Lovino's involvement in the "operation" (as it had been termed) started yesterday.
"So, Lovino," Gilbert had said, flanked on either side by Francis and Antonio. "Your family has mafia ties, doesn't it?"
Lovino had been in the middle of making dinner for himself when the unexpected company had burst in. It had taken the trio approximately five seconds to reach the kitchen from the door, and half that time for Lovino to toss them back out. His pasta was more important than whatever nonsense Gilbert wanted to know about his family, dammit, and if he'd wanted to see Antonio's stupid face that evening, he would have made him make dinner.
An hour later, dinner had been completed, consumed, and cleaned up after, and Lovino reluctantly allowed the annoyances back inside. Not because they were friends or anything, because they weren't. Not because he was curious about what Gilbert had been trying to ask before, because he wasn't. Not because he felt guilty about kicking Antonio out along with the others, because he most certainly did not. No, he just wanted to stop Francis and Gilbert from continuing to make lewd noises in the hallway. The last time he'd left them alone outside for too long, the neighbors had ended up complaining to the landlord and he'd had to stay with Antonio for a month until he'd found a new place to live.
He did not want a repeat performance.
"So, Lovino," Gilbert repeated, once he had seated himself squarely in the middle of the couch and was sure he wouldn't be removed. "Your family has mafia ties, doesn't it?"
Lovino scowled. "Yeah. So?"
"See, what'd I tell ya'?" Gilbert said, glancing at his entourage. "He's got crime in his blood. He'll be a natural!" The red-eyed man returned his attention to the Italian, grinning widely. "You're hired."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lovino asked, bristling. He crossed his arms and tried to appear menacing, because although he was pretty sure that smile on Gilbert's face was bad news, he wasn't about to shrink back or something. Nope. Not him. "Hired for what?"
"You," Gilbert answered, speaking as though Lovino should be hanging on his every word, "are going to have the privilege of being our getaway driver."
It took one hour of arguing (loudly), two bottles of wine (with his yelling becoming gradually slurred), and three counts of Antonio saving him from molestation (that damn Francis just didn't know how to keep his hands to himself) before Lovino agreed. And even then, it was only because it sounded a little interesting and it really would be worse not to agree.
It wasn't that he was concerned about An-the idiots coming out of their dumb plan unscathed.
Not at all.
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It had been said with no introduction, no warning, and silence followed. Antonio and Francis stared at their friend as though he'd grown an extra head.
"And why are we going to do that?" Antonio finally ventured.
"Simple," Gilbert said, as though the decision that a bank needed robbing and they would be the ones to do it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Francis, you were saying the other day that you could use a break from the ol' routine. Antonio, you were saying that you never get to go anywhere since Kirkland wrecked your car... again. And I know that I've been going out of my mind because things are so damn boring. So we're going on a vacation."
Francis shook his head. "Ah, I'm afraid there's a small problem with that, mon cher…"
"Bingo; we're flat broke. If we want to do anything, we need money," Gilbert said. After a paused, he added as an afterthought, "Plus, it'll be fun."
Silence fell over the trio, and Antonio was again the one to break it.
"Which bank?"
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The rest of the week had been spent in careful preparation. Plans were made, escape routes mapped out, and the bank to hit selected carefully. Just in case, Francis had said, they shouldn't go after a local place. They picked one in the next town over, and sent Francis to scout. Twenty-four hours and just as many restraining orders later, it was decided that maybe Antonio should be the scout instead.
By the end of the week, they knew all the inner workings of the bank. Antonio could report with accuracy when and where the guards patrolled, who had access to the safe and who didn't, how Tex took his coffee, and with whom Mary was cheating on her husband. He'd even become acquainted with the local sheriff.
By the end of the week, they all knew their roles. They knew who would do what, who would say what, and how to make it all work. They knew the when, the where, the what, and the how.
By the end of the week, the plan was perfect.
"There's a problem," Antonio decided.
"No way," Gilbert argued. "The plan is awesome, and with a plan this awesome, it's impossible for there to be a problem."
Antonio shook his head, steadfast. "All three of us have to be in the bank."
"Right. And?"
"I see," Francis said, picking up on what Antonio had been getting at. "Someone needs to remain in the car. This will require a speedy exit, non?"
Slowly, Gilbert smirked. "It's not a problem," he insisted. "I know just the man for the job."
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And that was why Lovino was in a car outside a bank in the next town over, waiting for three morons to come out while a cop went in.
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"Twenty-four hours and just as many restraining orders later, it was decided that maybe Antonio should be the scout instead."
I lol'ed.
Please, please, pleeeease continue soon! <3
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I adore how in character this is and the way you write Lovino is especially spot-on. ♥
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I laughed. Out loud. Hard enough my family was staring at me. I don't know, the mental image is awesome.
Eagerly awaiting for more, author!non *3*.
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