The deal

“There.” Eula approached Juno who was enjoying a salad in an outside food court beside one of Athens' brick roads. She pulled some money out of a wallet. She stuffed the euros in her pocket before tossing the wallet in a near-by trashcan.

“You really think you should be doing that in broad daylight?” Juno pushed a small tomato around in her bowl while she spoke.

“Calm down, mom.” Eula pulled a chair from another table to Juno's, “It's like you've forgotten that I'm a professional or something. These people can't keep up with me! Well, there was this one incident earlier... N-not important.” Eula tried to reassure her partner with a smile. It didn't seem to work, “What's really bothering you?”

“N-nothing.” Juno said meekly.

“Don't give me that.” Eula prodded, “We've been working together too long for you to be able to dodge my questions. Is it about your van? We'll make those jerks pay that van one way” Eula smirked, “Or another.”

“I just,” Juno stabbed the tomato with her fork, “I-I thought that last job we pulled was going to be [i]the[/i] last job we pulled.”

Eula's smirk faded as she sighed, “You know as well as I do that things don't always go as planned.”

“Yeah... I know.” Juno's eyes darted, “I guess I just let myself get lost in the future.”

“Hey, don't worry.” Eula stood up, “We'll settle down once we take care of whoever it was that hired Osamu. After that we'll settle down, promise.”

Juno smiled, “I guess I would like to make those guys pay for my van and all of equipment they took.”

“Now you're talkin'. Whenever you're finished we'll head for the museum.” Juno laughed, “What?”

“Nothing.” The girl shook her head, “It's just weird hearing you say we're going to a museum when we're not going there to... You know.”

“I guess.”

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“Holy wow!” Larissa's eyes sparkled as she looked around, “It's pretty old school. Well some of it's old school but some of it's reaaally old school!” Larissa looked at Ana who was silently laughing, making her realize how much of her composure she had truly lost.

She couldn't help but to smile, though. Watching her best friend lose herself in the awe of a new land. It almost made her feel nostalgic about the first time she went to a new country herself, “Yeah, if I remember correctly the neoclassical style swooped in around the nineteenth and twentieth centuries but they never bothered to uniform the style so you get this mix of neoclassical and old-world Greco-Roman designs.”

“Sounds like you've spent too long at the old school.” Larissa teased.

“No, not really. I learned about this place and lots of others when I started traveling. My father always said it was important to know the cultures of the people you'd be doing business with.” Ana's eyes narrowed. She reached her hand back and caught another person's wrist that was too close to her pocket, “He also taught me to be wary of thieves when walking around on the streets.”

“You're good.” Eula said with a smile.

“You're not.” Anastasia replied bluntly.

Eula snatched her hand back, breaking Anastasia's grip, “Well, I guess I'll be going now.”

“You think I'm just going to let you walk away after trying to steal from me?”

The challenge only made Eula's smile widen. The thrill her lifestyle brought on was always more important to her than the money, “It doesn't really matter if you let me or not.”

“Guess there's thieves everywhere.” Larissa scoffed.

Eula's eyes darted through the crowed. Not him, not him, him! She paused on a tourist with a green vest. The selection was not random, however. Unbeknownst to anyone else Eula had taken that man's wallet just moments before trying to take Ana's. The second Ana caught Eula's hand, Eula dropped the wallet at Ana's feet, moneyless of course, “Sir! Hey you in the lame vest!” The man turned around.

“What are you doing?” Anastasia asked out of annoyance.

“I just saw that woman take your wallet! She dropped it! It's right there at her feet!” Eula backed away as the crowd advanced on Anastasia and Larissa, “Wasn't really expecting that to work so well.” Eula said under her breath as she made her escape.

“You've got it all wrong!  We're not thieves!” Larissa protested. The crowed blocked their escape as a pair of officers approached the two.

“When I see that girl again...” Anastasia growled.

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“Understood, sir.” A large man with curly brown hair clicked a button on a video phone, shutting it off. He turned to a gruff-looking man, “So that's it. According to Osamu those two girls should be around here somewhere.