What if you fly?

Khalid Saad| 31 | Thief | Bobrovskova  

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Text| Sabina

Sabina: I'd feel better about that if I knew how far away the egg is.

Sabina: This entire job is going sideways.

Khalid: I'll ask.

Khalid: It is but I have faith. By the way, Ace suggested I go look upstairs, in a room Isabella and Juliet went into. Should I?

Khalid: We're spread thin as it is but I'll leave the final call to you.

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Text| Sabina

Sabina: I'll let you know when I'm in the kitchen then

Sabina: We need him to be, I have no idea how far away it is.

Khalid: Understood

Khalid: We've got this, Sab. We won't fail

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Text| Sabina

Sabina: I will to make sure you don't shoot me.

Sabina: Is he still making progress with the egg?

Khalid: I won't shoot you. More concerned about Ace being on speaker phone and someone walking through the door.

Khalid: I'm not sure.

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Text| Sabina

Sabina: I'll be down to get one, I want you to keep the other and protect Ace. Right now he's the most important person in the chateau.

Khalid: Text before you get here.

Khalid: Ace is on the phone with the people who have Mickey. I will text you updates.

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Text| Sabina

Sabina: Hopefully I can get a hacker down to you then. It might be the best place for them to work.

Sabina: Just let me know. It looks like the mercs have all left. It's just some of us and a handful of the terrorists left.

Khalid: I've got 2 guns down here with me. Don't see anymore on the cameras.

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Madi: I'll go with Jack.

Sabina: Where are you currently?

Madi: Main Dining Room.

Ace: athena and scout are gonna follow/track fitz. I'm gonna go back inside and set up a base of operations in the security room and trace the egg from there

Ace: should be able to warn you all if I see smth on the screens then. khalid, see u in a minute pal

Khalid: I am keeping an eye on it until you get here.

Khalid: Then I will go where I am most needed

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A Thief’s Best Friend| Self-Para

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khalidsaadx:

This is why Khalid was a thief and not a mastermind because he didn’t know what to do. On one hand, the text glowing on his phone was an obvious lie. But should Khalid contradict it? There were so many problems with that and Khalid wasn’t sure he wanted too. Not with how armed and willing they were to kill.  He heard the shuffling as Mickey was pushed away and Khalid made a call. Swallowing down the guilt, he sent out texts.

He couldn’t contradict Mickey and he hoped the young linguist would live through this choice. No, he had to believe Mickey would make it through this. Once they were out of this, Khalid knew he would be making it up to the younger man for a long time coming.  

Taking an extra moment to make sure no one was in the security room and he could no longer hear anyone, Khalid began quietly attempting to unlatch the vent hatch so he could drop down into the room below.

Khalid thanked his luck that the vent cover popped open into the room below. He dropped down and looked around the security room, to see if they had left anything behind when they had left with Mickey while heading over to the door. He partially closed the door and then walked back over to the cameras. 

Eyes darting from screen to screen, his first priority was finding his crew members. He checked each screen for one of them adding knowledge if another member of a different crew member was there with them. It didn’t take long to look for crew members that were in camera view so Khalid turned to Sabina’s second request on seeing if he could spot any weapons. 

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Text| Sabina

Sabina: That's good. It's useful. Is anyone else down there with you?

Sabina: Do you have eyes on our people?

Sabina: One last thing, do you have any idea where we can locate weapons?

Khalid: No one else is here right now. They left with Mickey obviously.

Khalid: I will find everyone and see if i can find weapons on the cams. Give me a min.

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Text| Sabina

Khalid: I am in the security room with full access to the camera

Khalid: Might not be useful any more but I am here

Khalid: Waitin on your orders

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A Thief’s Best Friend| Self-Para

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mickeyfiitz:

a god-given sixty seconds … or I’m a fuckin’ human body-shield.

the man’s——–  Aedan’s?——–  direction had been clear enough. get us a way out of here, or you’re our way out. and just by simply knowing where the other personnel on the other crews had been positioned … he’d known —- or made a good-ass assumption —- where the others were.

Bas and Rhi, hired security, outside. Mais and—-  and Athena, valets, outside.

get us a way out of here, or——–

so Mickey had sent out an SOS text. an SOS that was a lie. just … any kind of lie, to get who he figured to be outside away from those cars, away from that damn gravel driveway, because Aedan had said ::

We gotta perfectly right path out tae th’ drive right ‘ere. 

he’s an okay grifter, but he’s not Parker. not his beloved Dallas ( Dal, Dal, you call him Dal, don’t lose yourself in this moment——– ), not remotely close to the legend that is Kitty Hirata. subconsciously, his eyes drift up towards the HVAC ducting——–  is Khalid there?  can he hear?  does he know?

he feels cold metal being pushed into his spine; it’s the size and diameter of the barrel of a gun, and his blood chills.

This is why Khalid was a thief and not a mastermind because he didn’t know what to do. On one hand, the text glowing on his phone was an obvious lie. But should Khalid contradict it? There were so many problems with that and Khalid wasn’t sure he wanted too. Not with how armed and willing they were to kill.  He heard the shuffling as Mickey was pushed away and Khalid made a call. Swallowing down the guilt, he sent out texts.

He couldn’t contradict Mickey and he hoped the young linguist would live through this choice. No, he had to believe Mickey would make it through this. Once they were out of this, Khalid knew he would be making it up to the younger man for a long time coming.  

Taking an extra moment to make sure no one was in the security room and he could no longer hear anyone, Khalid began quietly attempting to unlatch the vent hatch so he could drop down into the room below.

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📱 TEXT ➞ EVERYONE

Mickey: mais bas whoevr is outsde

Mickey: need ur help

Mickey: back entrance of th chateau

Mickey: no ?s just go

Mickey: FAST

Rhiannon: I believe I’m the only one outside that can help you.

Rhiannon: I’ll be around as quickly as my legs can carry me.

Madi: Someone please tell me what's going on.

Madi: Is Mickey alright?

Athena: No he's not alright are you kiDDING ME WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT

Mase: We'll get him out of this and if it's the last fucking thing we do

Khalid: Well Mickey convinced them. Kind of. They took him with him at gunpoint and I can't see them anymore. They are planning on getting out of the chateau.

Khalid: Be careful cause they are still armed

Khalid: I don't think I can follow but the security room is empty for now. I will stay and watch the cameras.

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Text| All

Khalid: Aedan is working with two mercs, one of which was the injured one who isn't on death's door like we thought, and a woman with a slight accent. Scottish maybe?

Khalid: Doesn't matter. They have the egg right now on them and Mickey got caught. They have him as a hostage, essentially, though it seems like he is trying to talk his way into letting him accompany them out.

Khalid: Don't rush down here.

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A Thief’s Best Friend| Self-Para

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mickeyfiitz:

well, fuck my life.

that was pretty much the only thing running through Mickey’s head as he heard what he believed to be the sound of——–  some kinda firearm being cocked behind him?  it’s not like he was a hitter, not like he had experience with this sort of thing. and even if he was :: there was a clearly irate female behind him, and three men staring at him from inside the Security Room with a mixture of astonishment and … well, whatever else it was, it wasn’t anything good.

man. he didn’t like these odds, even if he was Rhi, or Omar, or Bas. hell, maybe not even if he was all three combined.

“ jus’ here to get some wine for dinner, “ he smiled, trying his best to look casual —- but there was a light quiver to his words that felt genuine—-  fuck, it was genuine, what else could he do with a goddamn gun pointed at the back of his skull?  at least his fear was authentic, but right now he felt small. powerless. and he hated it.

“ an’ I’m Princess Meghan Markle, “ came the sarcastic retort from the woman behind him —- fuck, he wished he could turn around to glare at her. if nothing else, he was glad that Khalid was at least somewhere in the ducts, and he sent up a silent prayer to the Bobrovskova thief. don’t betray me. don’t bring attention to yourself. just lie low. for fuck’s sake, don’t startle the woman, I don’t wanna end up lookin’ like a plate of leftover spaghetti.

” well, “ came Aedan’s slow drawl.  “ we gotta figure out what tae do wi’ ‘im, then. don’t particularly enjoy blood m’self, so if ye wanna add ‘im tae tonight’s body-count … “

“ wait, wait, “ came the linguist’s voice, a little more desperate than he wanted it to be. keep ‘em placid. keep ‘em thinking they’re in control. don’t get yourself shot. fuck, don’t get yourself shot. eso es jodido!  “ c’mon, fellas, lady. like it or not, we’re all trapped here now, together. how ‘bout I help you get out, eh?  with that prize of yours? “  Khalid can hear all of this, right?  is he gonna think I’m betraying everyone?

… am I betraying everyone?

Eyes closing in disbelief and despair, he listened to Mickey’s attempt at trying to get out of this situation and the subsequent failure that followed. Khalid was no Omar in terms of fighting and even he wouldn’t want his best friend to walk into this situation unaware. 

At Mickey’s bid to assist them, Khalid hoped they accepted it. He knew Mickey needed to stay alive and his desperate plea was a good plan. The crews could use it. Just stay alive, Fitz. 

 Khalid was glad his phone had already been out, the phone light dimmed and the phone on silent. It meant he could tell them, inform them all without worrying about making extra noise at this moment.  Taking a moment to send out the messages, Khalid kept most of his attention on what was happening below him. 

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Text: Sabina to Khalid

Sabina: Unfortunately Nathalie's plan makes sense.

Sabina: But stay safe. No information is worth you getting caught, okay?

Khalid: I mean that was my plan anyway so

Khalid: I will. I'll keep you as updated as I can. I really don't like the feel of this guy.

Khalid: You stay safe too, yeah? Especially when you go meet this other Khalid.

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Text: ALL

Nathalie: Marcos is packing heat. Revolver. Not sure what style but definitely there. Be careful.

Nathalie: Athena. Scout. Stay away from him and get the hell away from each other.

Nathalie: Has anyone spoken to Khalid? What does he know? We can't sit here and do nothing. He knows we're here. We need to do damage control and find this damn egg and vanish. There's too many guns here for my tastes.

Scout: Stay away from each other? Not safety in numbers?

Khalid: Found Aedan. He is in the basement. I can't get a great view of him from the vents but he's here and doesn't seem afraid of talking to the mercs.

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omar-rahal:

Omar: Now you’re just being weird for the fuck of it

Omar: Luck. Skill. Not terms I’d use for having to crawl around in vents but I guess if it floats your boat

Khalid: Maybe so

Khalid: It does float my boat.  Anyway, I am about to head in. I will update you and Sabina when I can 

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A Thief’s Best Friend| Self-Para

One last cheerful smile was shot Mickey’s way as he shut the vent cover, the dim light falling further into darkness. His eyes took a moment to adjust but he was already moving, his movements careful and deliberate towards muffled speech he could hear. Khalid had been in many vents over the years and knew just how to move so there would be as little noise as possible, even in clothes that weren’t made for thieving.  Even though whoever was talking was distracted, Khalid still moved closer and closer until the talking could be discerned from muffled talk to clear words. 

 An accented voice called out and Khalid tried to discern the meaning. After all, he had seen the bleeding merc bein carried away and it hadn’t been a just a scratch. Unless it had been faked. Khalid moved closer to the vent opening where he could hear the conversation, taking a quick look just to get a lay of the room before drawing his head back to listen.