The Robin Hood Gang 2: Service from Spain

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Reg Carter

I phone Marcello from my cell, it rings as I drive off in the direction of the mansion. The person on the other end picks up.

"Yes?" He asks over the phone.

"Marcello?" I snarled.

"Who wants to know?" He replied.

"'Tis Reg. Reg Carter," I said to him. "I need a favour. Well, more importantly, Bree needs a favour."

"What happened?" He inquired.

"She got in to a bit of a mess. Shot wounds, Marcello, think you can help?" I ask.

"Sure."

"I'll pick you up at the mansion."

I hang up and speed up, sticking the radio on full blast. Today hadn't been the best of days, but I knew that somehow, it would all re-kindle Riley's flame.

Alis

"He really does love her," Ace says. "He just doesn't have a great way of showing it sometimes."

"Ha! thats an understatement!" Then I hear Riley come downstairs.

"Maitea, Ace, go get a doctor. I don't care where they are from, just get a real doctor! Alis, I need you to go see if you can get me some of this." She tosses me a picture of a plant. It is the antidote to a poisoned bullet. I sigh and walk out to my car.

I get in the car and start to drive off. I figure I would start with the black market, if not, I would try a plant shop. No, I would go to a plant shop first.

I stop infront of Granny Rose's Garden Delights. I frown at the name. I go up to a middle aged womean with clown red hair.

"Do you have this?" I ask her, half hissing. my soanish was perfect, though.

She stepps back, slightly frightened. "Uh, no, miss. That plant was made illegal ten years ago. It is very dangerous. Only..." I don't let her finish. That was a waste of time. Now I have to drive all the way back to America.

I cross the border. I know of only one Black Market dealer in America. I drive to a narrow street that leads into a wooded path. I park the car and walk.

The house-shack- is small and run down. But there are plants growing all around. I see a version of the plant I want. I lean down and take a handful.

A man walks out of the house. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Uh, this plant." My voice is thick with frustration.

"Oh, Alis, is that you? But why do you need Rosemary?" I look down at the plant. I realize the flowers are different.

"I need this." I say, showing him the picture.

"When?"

"Now."

"Come with me." He says. he leads me into the shack.

Riley

I finish relateing the story to Bree. Only Reg besides her know that story. He had listened patiently when I told him what happened. He helped pick me up, to help me get back on track.

I didn't realize how hard I had been on him. I instantly feel somewhat guilty.

Alis walks back in the door. "I got the damn plant." She drops it on the ground next to me. I pick it up.

I slowly remove the bandge where one of the gun shots are. Just as I do, Maitea and Ace walk in leading a person with a white lab coat on.

"Dr. Gertude." Ace says. The doctor lets out a little gasp when he see's Bree, then sets right to work.

Once in a while the doctor would aks me for a tool, and I would hand him it. He worked at Bree for almost an hour. Then he stepped back.

There was no blood, but Bree had plenty of stiches running up and down her arms, thankfully not on her face. She was still out cold from the pain drugs, but that was probably good, for now.

"She's a lot better, but give her time to rest." the Doctor said. Jack got up and handed the doctor a large stack of folded bills. I thanked Jack with a nod. He smiled and pointed to his lips. I had half a mind to slap him. I shook my head, he looked disapointed. I roll my eyes.

"Thank you." I tell the doctor. He counts the bills. My eyes must fool me. The amount seems over 5,000 dollars. I go over and give Jack a hug, he kisses the top of my head. I push him off. The doctor leaves.

"Where's Reg?" Maitea asks.

"I don't know." I say, suddenly I am very worried. Something must have happened between Marcello and him. I suddenly go into full panic mode.

Maitea

Riley looks like she is about to go insane.

"Riley..." I say cauciously. She takes a deep breath.

"Everyone, load your guns. No, scratch that. Maitea and Alis, load your guns. Make sure you have the maximum capacity of bullets. Double check them. Suzie, Max and Ace, stay here and watch Bree. If anything happens, call me. Jack, if I come back and anything has happpened, I will personally shoot you. So help me..." She says. Riley loads her gun load her gun, checks it, then gets on her motorcycle. Me and Alis follow suit.

"What's happened?" I ask.

"I think... I am not sure." Riley says. But it looks like she knows more than she is letting on. I see a blind fury in her eyes. I felt bad for the person who would be on the recieving end of her gun-point.

Reg Carter

Me and Marcello arrive outside Jack's warehouse. I noticed that the others had also gotten back. I looked at Marcello as he left the 4x4 and entered it. I decided I'd wait a little longer, listening to the radio, I closed my eyes and fell into a small nap. The music winding a rhythmic narrative of my life through my brain. It all seemed so simple when I looked at it like that; like lyrics to a song or the picture board of a new movie. I knew that I loved life, despite hating it. It played games with me...

Bree

I notice Reg didn't come in with Marcello, I frown.

"Where's Reg?" I ask.

"In that thing he calls a car." Marcello says. He comes over to examine me.

"How are you feeling?" He puts a hand on my forehead.

"Okay."

"What would make you feel more than okay?"

"Reg." I say. Marcello frowns. He steps back.

"I will go get him." RIley offered in a calm tone.

Riley

I walk up to Reg's car. The music is blaring loud enough to make someone deaf.

"Reg!" I shout. He turns down the music.

"What?" HIs voice is annoyed.

"Bree wants you. She's doing better now, she just needs rest." I say.

"Why on this bloody earth does Bree...?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask her yourself. Your all she talks about, you know."

Reg gets out of the car slowly, carefully, and walks into the house. I follow.

Alis

I walk cooly into the room where most of the gang are.

"Me and Jack are going to go steal off some rich people." I say.

"Go ahead." Riley says, like I needed her permission.

"Where we going?" Jack asks.

"Ah, first rich person's house we see. You got a gun?" I ask.

"Yeah, loaded and set."

"Let's go."

We use his motorcycle, which is more inconspicuous then my car, which would have stood out like a sore thumb. I end up riding behind him, something that greatly annoys me, but for once I keep my mouth shut. We pull up to what Mexico would consider a large house.

I take my gun out. We don't do anything fancy, this was the south, the fighting was just blunt. We walked through the main doors and pointed our guns. What kind of idiot leaves there house unlocked? No one was there.

"Find any jewlery, cash, just anything of value." JAck says. I search the house and come to a large safe. I point the gun at the lock. The bullet bounces back off. I cuss. Stupid bullet proof metal. I give up on that, and snag a hanfull of jewlery from the bedside table.

I run back downstairs. I dump my findings on the table. I hear a car pull up.

"Get out, get out!" I hiss. We hop on the motorcycle and drive back to the warehouse.

Reg Carter

I walk up to Bree and take hold of her hand, but at the same time making sure I wasn't getting in the doctor's way. Every now and again she'd open up her eyes and smile at me. I'd smile back, hoping she'd be okay.

I looked at Maitea then to the others, "Now look 'ere," I yelled, "No more of this blamin' business. Riley's got her flame back and by God this gang's gon'a be real fine again. I wan' some respect for me 'nd all. We're in this together, y'hear?"

Bree

Reg comes over and takes one of my pale hands in his. Its nice, warm. I try to smile every once in a while to show him I was glad he was there.

"Now look 'ere," Reg yells, "No more of this blamin' business. Riley's got her flame back and by God this gang's gon'a be real fine again. I wan' some respect for me 'nd all. We're in this together, y'hear?"

"Here here!" Riley says somewhat sarcastically. Mosy of the others just nodd or say a quiet yes. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Once I get better I am going to remind them all what enthusiam is." I whisper to Reg. He laughs.

"Sure as 'ell wha' they need 's a good, long, dangerous, mission to get 'em back on their toes." Reg comments back.

"Or just some other life threating situation, you know." I say cheerfully. The iorny between my words and my tone of voice makes me laugh. Reg smiles.

Riley

I hadn't felt like this in a long time. I felt back in control now, like I could take on anything. It was sort of like realizing you have every possibility imaginable to you, but I think this was better.

I walked with a new sort of confidence, something between a military officer and my old self, cowardly and weak.

"Alis, what'd you guys get?" I ask her.

"A lot of jewlery, we'll have to sell that, and about one thousand dollars in cash. We lost some of it on the ride back." She says.

"Didn't they have a safe?" I ask. The amount here wasn't much.

"Bullet proof, and I ran out of time, you act like I don't try." She remarks coldly.

"You will treat me with respect." I say to her. She hisses, and I walk away.

"She's pretty hot, isn't she?" Jack says.

"Who?" I ask him.

"Alis."

Reg Carter

I'd noticed that Alis and Jack had returned. I looked over at Jack, peering deep into him. I hated that man. I hated him unbelievably so.

I grasped Bree's hand. It was good to hear her laugh again; it made me feel good inside. Yet, all I could think about was her getting better and how soon, everything would get back to how it was. And I'd be re-established in my place in the gang, at the moment, I felt kind of lost.

I looked at Bree. "How you feelin'?" I asked.

"I'll be alright soon," She replied.

"Ah, you'll be a few days," I said, I knew she needed someone to tell her the truth.

"That bad is it?" She inquired.

"'fraid it is, Bree. Nothin' you can't get through though," I reassured her. She laughed.

"I love ya, Reg," she chuckled.

"Right back at'cha!" I replied, scooping her up and kissing her on the cheek. We hugged for a moment and then I let her back down.

Alis

I hear what Jack says about me.

"Excuse me?" I say, going up to him. I cross my arms infront of my chest and put more weight on one foot.

"Uh, I mean, the weather, outside, you know, its hot." Jack says. Riley bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

"Bull shit, Jack. Now, why don't you tell me what you really said." I say.

"Fine, I called you hot, is that a bad thing?"

"Yes." I say. I take my gun, swing it around my finger, pocet it, then walk off with my nose it the air.

Bree

"Right back at'cha!" Reg said. He gives me a quick kiss then huggs me. He puts me back down. I frown a little, he laughs.

Alis storms through the room, obviously mad. I try to sit up.

"What happened?" I ask her, trying to put athority into my voice.

"That sounded sad Bree, anyway, Jack was hitting on me!" She exclaims. Reg starts exploding with laughter. I don't get it.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"Well, e'ryone knows Jack 'as been in love with Riles for a bloody four years. It seems he's finally got the 'int. She only 'ad to shoot him, twice." Reg said, bringing up when Riley shot Jack when he had tried to put his arm on her shoulder.

"Maybe he has moved on." I say. I laugh a little too.

"So Alis, you gon'na beat Riles record?" Reg asks.

"Maybe, I'll go for three." She says bitterly.

Riley

"Your finally over me?" I ask Jack.

"Ah, I don't know Riles, maybe if you'll still take me." Jack says, looking into my eyes. I take a deep breath, and walk upstairs. The sooner we left here the better. Correction, the sooner we left here, the less chance I will shoot Jack.

"Don't be so hard on him." Maitea says when I enter what was my old room. She is sitting in my room, on my bed. I ignore the fact and respond.

"He has been hitting on me for 4 years strait, I have every right." I retort.

"SO, what's the next heist?" Ace asks, entering the room.

Ace

I didn't know what was up with Reg. He was only ever blamed by anyone because he'd actually done something, so why was he trying to hide that? Scratch that. I think everyone would try to hide their guilt; that is, until it gets too much to bear.

We're in this together, he'd said. Yes, that was what we were all trying to tell him. It was about time he got the point. About freakin' time.

Because I'd been worried; with all the drama, the explosions...the literal explosions...well, I'd just been hoping the entire time that we didn't get found out. It was hard for me to just stand in the background and stay calm when everyone couldn't seem to get their acts together. However, I knew that at some point, they would also realize what was important, and then maybe we could stop having hangups like this.

"He's been hitting on me for four years; I have every right," I heard Riley tell Maitea as I wandered past her room.

I sighed. I hadn't even been hard on the person who had actually hit me for two years, and too late I thought that I probably should have been. We needed a subject change, or I was going to go crazy.

Therefore, just for the excuse to change it, I said something I probably wouldn't have said otherwise. "So, what's the next heist?" It felt odd; I actually started a topic, rather than moping around, giving input only when it was sorely needed.

Reg, you're not the only one with a crappy past. Sorry to break it to you, I thought. Heck. We all probably had pretty bad pasts.

But then my disposition brightened; I'd realized that, in all of the excitement, my nervous tics hadn't made themselves apparent as much. Maybe all I needed was to find my place.

Reg Carter

There was an underlying urge on my part to take my gun and blow Jack's brains out. Along with that ignorant little friend of his, but I knew Riles wouldn't take to it. As I sat with Bree I looked around the group and I knew I'd re-established my position, despite the odd member who doubted me. Whatever they thought, subconciously it was a fact that Riley was the leader and I was the glue. If someone stepped out'a line, it was my turf. My responsibility. For once in my life I thought Screw my past, let's focus on now, but that didn't mean that if I'd ever find out who The Ghost was, my life would go on hold. No matter what was happening, he would die.

Riley

I considered Ace's question a minute.

"Why don't we go back to the place where Ace and Jack went, but try and get into that safe?" I ask.

"It could work." Maitea said.

"But wouldn't the security be more tight now?" Ace asked.

"Good point," I tell him, "Ask Alis what the original security was like." He nodds, and walks off.

"Maitea, would you go find Suzie and ask her if she's seen my 42 Caliber around." I say. I realized that my favorite gun was not in its holder, usually on a belt around my waist.

Bree

"I want to go with you guys." I tell Reg.

"Bree, you can barely stand up, why on earth would you want to come with us?" Alis hissed.

"Hey, Riles, you 'ear that? Bree wants to come wit' us on the 'iest." Reg yells up to Riley. Her laughter rings through the warehouse.

"Yeah, right." She calls back down. I frown.

"Well, you know, there is an easy way to pick any electric lock." I say.

"What?" Alis asks.

"Mix lemon, basil and onion powder then pour it on the lock's keypad. It busts the system right up." I say.

"Oh, yeah, I 'eard somethin' like tha' before. Never tested it myself, though." Reg said.