#nysmnyd

Four weeks. It had been twenty-eight days since The Eye had sent Dylan Rhodes (well, a hologram of him) to their loft in a package. Four weeks since Bosco, June, and Charlie were officially inducted into their organization. And since they found out their next trick.

Bosco? Psyched. It’s not every day that you find out you get to fly to a country full of malls and beaches, then do the most over-the-top magic tricks mankind has ever seen, all for the greater good of the world. At least, he presumed. Dylan hadn’t said much. All that had left his mouth was “Singapore” and “Damon Ravenscroft”. Then he’d glitched out and disappeared.

Not a single word from him since.

So now they were bored. Like, textbook bored.

Charlie had done some research on Damon Ravenscroft almost immediately after, and this is what he’d found:

- The CEO of one of the hugest petrochemical companies there (Petrocroft)

- Been CEO for over a decade.

- Involved in quite the scandal 4 years ago when he pitched blocking off a nature reserve to look for more oils and gases.

- He apologized and took the plan back, and his record’s been squeaky-clean ever since.

Well, his public record, at least. They wouldn’t be talking about him if he hadn’t done something so shitty it involved a bunch of magicians to alert the public and put him in his damn place.

The Horsemen had mulled over it for quite some time. There could have maybe been another nature reserve pitch. Or a public deception thing underplaying their company’s real negative impact on the environment. Maybe even a cheating scandal. Who really knew?

Nobody in the loft, that’s for sure.

Until 11:57 PM on that 28th day since Dylan. Everyone—sans Atlas—was returning from a night in New York eating hot dogs; Bosco was licking the relish and mustard off of his mouth when he saw it. 

Bright blue light. Dispersed throughout the loft. Shapes of buildings and letters and numbers. 

Bosco has two thoughts:

First, woah. 

Second, finally.

Atlas is already tapping around on it, walking around the image of the inside of some building.

It doesn’t take a mentalist to see the fidgeting in Atlas’ fingers, the narrowing of his eyes, and the crease between his brows. Bosco wonders what he’s thinking. What he’s just learned.

Merritt takes off his hat, hanging it on the doorknob. “What do they got for us this time, Danny?”

Atlas doesn’t answer, still staring at the card. After about a minute, he sticks it back to the fridge.

“I have a plan.”

Bosco gives June and Charlie a ‘seriously, this guy’ look—they were all a team, and Atlas didn’t even let any of them see the card first before he was all like, ‘ooh I have a plan’. 

“Is it a good plan?” He asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

Atlas rolls his eyes. “We know what Ravencroft’s done wrong now. He signed a contract about how they get rid of their wastewater, but—”

“He’s not following it?” June raises an eyebrow. “Is he actually fucking serious, that’s insane levels of pollution that marine life is living in and we’re drinking and—”

“That’s where we come in,” Atlas huffs, clearly irritated about the interruption. “They have counterfeit records of where all that water is going, but because of the law, they have real ones, too. We have to get into where they are, and get out with them.”

Everyone nods. That was easy enough. 

“Why us?” Henley asks. “It sounds like the simplest job they’ve ever given us, couldn’t a rookie take it?”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” says Atlas. “For one, the plant is high security. We need serious skill to be able to get near it, let alone in it. And the real files are even more secure. Accessing them requires authorization and badges and very in-depth security checks.”

“Nothing we haven’t done before,” Jack shrugs. “Henley’s right. We have a hypnotist, an escape artist, a disguise master, an actor, two lockpicks, and you and Charlie to keep everything running.” 

He shakes his head, swiping around on the blue hologram thing. “We can get into the building through here—if we plan it perfectly, any of us will be able to execute that. The thing is,” he points to the other side of it. “The files are up here. There is such little access to this room that it’s just a block even in this image. The only way we can know exactly what’s inside is if we look in it from this vent.”

Bosco and Charlie shove June forward, grinning and clapping her shoulder. “Our little Mario’s got that part,” says Charlie. “Easy.”

Atlas zooms in on one of the vents, revealing not a clean rectangular tube that June can crawl through, but what looks like a metal obstacle course, with a bunch of dampers and splitters that Bosco doesn’t think any of them had the ability to cross through. 

“You’d have to cross through that,” says Atlas. “Without making any noise.”

June stares at the image for a moment, then shakes her head. “I can do anything but that.”

“Which is why,” he explains, “we’ve been told to recruit.” 

Everyone looks at each other, muttering and whispering about if it’s someone specific, having to work with a new person, what else they’d do, and how they’d recruit someone, when Atlas taps the hologram, changing the picture on it to the last person Bosco Leroy ever wanted to see again. “No,” he says, shaking his head, reaching for some switch or button or something on the hologram to try and remove that fucking face from his field of vision. “Absolutely not.”

A/N:

if u have any feedback, feel free to (respectfully) message me!

im not the best at writing heists/action (if u couldn't alr tell 😭) so if there's any feedback around that part especially, it would be so appreciated

i have an oc in mind for this, but I am totally down to change it to x reader or to write a different x reader version (which is why im tagging it under x reader pls don't cancel me), lmk what yall want