The Organization

It was already 9 pm at the Dropdead casino when Aaron walked in dressed like a server. Dropdead casino was a famous hangout space for billionaires who came to squander money and run away from their wives.

The place was furnished lavishly, and even the elevators were lined with gold and silver.

Aaron pressed the wireless device in his ear and it got connected. "I just spotted Martin," he said to his tech friend, Tyler, who had hacked the security of the casino and was now in the runaway car.

"Guards surround him," Aaron said before he served a glass of wine to one billionaire.

"According to Martin's records, he only accepts wine from a lady…so hand the glass of wine to a lady," Tyler explained as he ran some codes on his laptop.

Aaron looked around when he found a lady who stood by the elevator. He walked towards her.

 "See that man over there, low cut and brown suit?" he questioned, and the lady was confused. She stared at the man and could tell it was Martin. He was a famous billionaire and also very famous amongst the ladies.

"What about him?" she asked.

"He wants to have a drink with you," he lied, and the lady looked excited.

"Is that so?" she was so happy. It was every girl's dream to hang out with Martin.

"Of course, give this glass to him and show him what you are capable of," Aaron said, and the lady took the glass right away before she handed it to Martin.

Aaron looked at him. He said a few words to the lady and sipped from her glass. The man was so easy to fool.

"I wonder how a stupid man like him ended up a billionaire," Aaron sneered before he placed the tray of wine on the counter.

He hurried to the VIP restroom for men and got in, the wine he gave Martin was not meant to make him fall asleep but to make him feel like using the restroom.

Aaron had made that pill personally and had also used it on several occasions.

As expected, Martin walked into the restroom without his bodyguards. He frowned at Aaron.

"You are a server; what are you doing here?" he asked suspiciously.

"I am sorry, sir, I got lost," he apologized and turned to leave. Martin loosed his guard, and Aaron took out the tissue from his pocket and placed it in his nose and gripped him.

It wasn't long before he passed out; while his bodyguards waited outside.

"I got him, now clear my way," Aaron said to his friend before he removed Martin's gold wristwatch, which was reported to cost billions.

"Look up; there is a window, and it can be opened," Tyler said, and Aaron chuckled.

 "Let me guess, below the window is a soft mattress waiting for me to land on it?" he asked sarcastically. The building was lofty and if he passed by the window, he would land straight down, not alive but dead.

"Still cracking a joke at this moment? I said to go through the window. Have I ever been wrong?"

"Have I ever believed you?" Aaron retorted before he scanned around.

"Boss, are you in there?" Martin's bodyguards asked, and Aaron knew it was better for him to jump through the window and die than to die at the hands of Martin.

He found his way to the window and climbed through it. He looked down before he swallowed hard. Then, next to the window, was an installed ladder that leads down.

"You should have told me there was a ladder," he said, and walked down the ladder.

"And risk you asking me questions like: Why will they install a ladder? Aren't they aware of thieves" Tyler replied, and they both laughed.

Aaron jumped down, hurried to the black car parked across the road, and got in before Tyler drove away at full speed.

"And now, we can proudly say mission accomplished." Aaron had a proud smile. He became a thief because of the conditions, but he loved it. It was his passion to go on missions.

"Now let's hand this over to the organization and head home with some money in the bag," Tyler added.

"Let's head home first; we can't meet them while dressed like some common thieves. We deserve respect to receive more money," Aaron suggested, and Tyler was good with the idea.

They arrived at their small apartment, which was scattered with clothes and shoes everywhere. They were not the clean type.

They searched through their clothes and looked for something that signified, "We mean business."

"I can't believe they thought we wouldn't get this," Aaron said as he took out the wristwatch and held it.

"How heavy is it? Hand it to me." Tyler was about to take it when it slipped off Aaron's hands. The big button in the corner was pressed, and the TV in their room was switched on.

[Watch activating:

Mission: Become the world's top gangster.

Task: Break into Los Angeles Bank.]

A voice echoed from the TV, and some images displayed: the blueprint of the bank, the cell number of all the workers there, and also the time of pauses, the day when it's busiest, and the time the bank closes.

"What the heck" Aaron hissed in disbelief. Was this a dream?