Danny Ocean- Thief- 1

Linda and I followed the address perfectly. We pulled up to Grégoire Olivier's mansion, that was exactly three hours out of Vegas. We pulled in directly behind Danny, and we saw him sitting in his car, waiting for us.
Saul parked us at the very end of his driveway, next to the road. It would be a long walk, but Olivier couldn't know we were here. That's why the three of us were sneeking into his house from the back.

Danny's P.O.V.

I looked at myself in the car's mirror. This has got to be perfect.
I walked out of the car and up to Olivier's front door. Putting on my best smirk, I knocked. Before anyone opened up the door, I heard his voice.
"Who's there?"
"The guy you thought you got rid of."
Olivier opened the door and glared at me, while I smirked. "You're supposed to be in prison."
"Might I come in?" I said, then pushed my way pass and walked into his mansion.
"Listen, Ocean, I don't know how you got out of prison or how you found out it was me, but if you're here to steal back the crown, then it isn't going to work. The police should have found it on your property."
"And they did. But that's not why I'm here. What happened to my money?" Although, I knew exactly where it was.
"It's not with Willy Bank, if that's what you're thinking."
"Yeah. I figured he had enough left that he didn't care what happened to mine."
Olivier walked towards me and got a few inches from my face. He looked evil, but I just smirked.
"Listen, Ocean, I know what you're trying to do."
I raised my eyebrows.
"You're trying to find something- or find out something- that proves I stole the crown. Well, good luck with that. There's nothing."
Bang!
Olivier turned around. "What was that?"
"Probably nothing," I said, turning him back around. "But I do have something, Olivier." I pulled out a voice recorder from my pocket. "Your voice."
Olivier freaked. He definately wasn't expecting this. But then he smiled evily. "Listen, Ocean. I thought you might do something like this."
My smirk immediately went away and I got worried. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"I've followed you for a long time, Ocean. I've envied your work. And also, I dispise you. I'm the best thief there is, and you're getting in my way."
He pulled out tiny little photos out of a drawer.
"You see, I've been spying on you for years now...I've figured out where you were going to strike, and I put cameras up. Terry Benedict's casino...I found out before hand, and put up my own personal cameras around there." He showed me pictures of me and the guys in the casino, going down the elevator shaft, and in the vault. It was all so overwelming.
"Don't ask me how I got to the places before you, and how I figured out what you were gonna do.That's my own personal buisness. I have my ways."
He showed me more and more pictures from previous robberies I had done, and my jaw dangled. How could he have done this? I barely even knew who this guy was!
He put the pictures back in the drawer and then turned around to face me. "Now, Daniel, I know you're confused right now and are wondering how I've been spying on you- and why I have. That's my buisness as well."
"This doesn't make any sense. That's impossible. How could you get into the vault? And the museum..." I trailed off, shocked. It was impossible.
"Now listen, Ocean, I'm not going to prison alone. Turn that tape in and I might just have some photos to show. And trust me, you'd be in there far longer than me."
I couldn't imagine how long I'd be in prison after all the robberies I'd done.
"Also...Daniel, there's one more favor I must ask you. This job is too much for me, but I need the money."
I looked up at Olivier, expecting more of the unexpected.
"The National Las Vegas Museum of World History. They have an exibit on diamonds- there's over 300 there- and they're all bigger than my fist. You're gonna steal every one and give half the money to me."
"That's impossible," I spat out.
"You're photos don't think so."
I didn't see how one man could force me to do so much.
"Okay Ocean- destroy that tape and give me half the money- and then you can have the photos and will never have to worry about me again."
I stood in silence, digesting this.
"And if you refuse, then you're going to prison, perhaps for life.......Do we have a deal, Daniel?" He extended his hand for me to shake it.
I looked up. With no choice and no options, I shook his hand.
"Deal."
I walked out of this house and got into my car. This was huge. All three hundred diamonds. Impossible. There was no way to get away with that. I saw Olivier staring at me through his window.
I'll guess I'll find a way.
I pulled out of the driveway for the long drive back to Saul's. I wondered if they had finished their job yet.

Rusty's P.O.V.

Linda and I snuck out of the mansion through a back window with bags full of cash. Dashing from bush to bush, we ran to our car at the end of the driveway. Saul was in the driver's seat, ready to take off the moment we closed the car door. We took off our black masks, gloves, pants, and sweaterthat we put over our clothes on our way over to Olivier's. Saul always kept that type of stuff in his car.

Driving home, we were right behind Danny. I wanted to call him and ask how it went, but I remembered his rule- never discuss over the phone.

"How much did we get?" Linda asked me looking in one of the five bags stuffed with hundreds.

"A good 13 million. In other words, almost all he had. So we're going to have to give 6.5 million to Night Fox."

Linda laughed. "I can't believe he didn't hear us when that tiny bomb exploded! It's a good thing the safe was on the opposite side of the house."

We had to plant a tiny bomb on Olivier's safe to get to the money, sense there's no way we would stand there and try and figure out a 16-digit code.Unlocking the door was the easy part- a toothpick and a card- and the camera we just simply video took a picture of the room using Linda's digital camera, and then duck-taped it to the video camera on the wall. That way it looked like nothing had happened.

We always discussed what we needed to bring before-hand. Lucky for Linda, she said she had three more cameras just like that at home. Also, we deleted every picture to where he couldn't...y'know....track down the person that was in the pictures. And me and Saul were in most of them.

"We did great.....kid." I said, laughing.

Linda smacked me on the arm. "Don't you start that, too!"