[DeppAngel]

Murder, robbery, total chaos, and yet, not one speck of evidence left in every crime scene. News of robberies in many banks throughout Europe, every month. Injured civilians: many; fatalities: countless; monetary losses: above millions of Euros. So much has happened in the last two years, after the mysterious disappearance of Criss Angel Sarantakos and Liliana Ponce de León in the city of Le Havre Rouen, France. The Phantom Robbers, as the press has nicknamed them for their skillful way of committing their crimes without leaving any trace at all, are responsible for the monthly toll of money across the Old Continent. The Interpol has stepped in to try to solve the situation and put an end to the massacres, but so far, the only data they have obtained are sketches based on eyewitness descriptions; more specifically, the police officers led by Detective Adam Palmer and himself, the day the infamous pair vanished from the map. No one else has ever been able to spot them on the streets or provide any clues as to their whereabouts. For this reason, a special team, composed of the most highly trained members of the Interpol, has been designated to the sole purpose of finding and capturing The Phantom Robbers.
CH. 15- THE UNEXPECTED GUEST

It was a stormy afternoon in Germany. People hurried everywhere under their umbrellas. Others didn't have so much luck, and covered themselves with their jackets or newspapers. A couple was trying to find some refuge from the rain while they covered themselves with a newspaper from that same day. A man in a dark raincoat walked fast and steadily through the crowds. He stumbled upon the couple, making them drop their newspaper on the wet floor. The guy complained,
"Hey! what the hell! why don't you watch where you're going?!"
The man in the raincoat showed no reaction or emotion. He picked the wet newspaper, and read along the blurry letters which said, "Phantom Räuber Streik wieder in Italien!"( Phantom Robbers strike again in Italy).The couple kept yelling at the man in the raincoat, but eventually left due to the strange man's attitude. The man in the raincoat read a little bit further, and then raised his head as if an idea had crossed his mind. He began to walk again and disappeared in the mist and the rain.

A week later, in Sicily, Italy, Criss and Liliana rested in their hotel room. They seemed to be expecting something, or rather someone.
"Criss, why don't you tell me what are we waiting for? You know I hate surprises."
"Oh, you just wait. I'll give you a clue. It's a "he," not an "it."
Liliana rose from the couch immediately.
"What? You're telling me someone is coming here, to our hideout? Do you know for how long have we been disconnected from the world, with no friends or family at all? And who is this person anyway? Can we even trust him?"
"Honey, honey. Calm down." Criss said.
"Oh don't you honey me. Just tell me who he is." Liliana said in an angry tone.
Criss looked at his watch.
"You know what? He should be here any minute now."
He turned around and walked to the door. Liliana just rolled her eyes up and sighed.
She went to look out the window. It was almost pitch black. A few street lights illuminated the lonely street. Then, something caught her attention. A black car parked in front of the hotel. Liliana waited to see who it was.
"Sweetie! Do you know where I put that bottle of red wine?" Criss yelled from the kitchen.
Liliana turned around for a moment and said,
"I don't know!"
She turned again to look out the window but the black car was gone. She had a bad feeling, which increased when she heard someone knock on the door. She turned around and froze.

"Babe can you get the door please?! It must be him!" Criss exclaimed.
Liliana was afraid to go to the door. Criss came out of the kitchen and said,
"What happened? Where is he?"
"Umm, I haven't opened the door, I was about to"
Criss sighed in discontent and hurried to get the door. He opened it. Liliana stood on her ground without moving at all. She could tell that it was the person Criss was expecting. There seemed to be hugs and a hand shake. Then Criss and a handsome man came in. It was a young man, probably in his twenties. He had white skin, black hair, and a thin complexion. Criss introduced them,

"Liliana, I want you to meet Sully.
"Sully Erna. Nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure." she said with forced politeness.
"Sully it's a distant cousin of mine. He might not look like much, but he has a lot of experience in the type of business that we do," Criss said in an ironic voice.
"Oh, really?” Liliana exclaimed acting surprised. Her inner self wasn't very pleasant with this unexpected surprised.
"Well, how about we continue with this conversation in the living room? I'll be right back. Sully, please have a seat, this is your home," Criss said, full of excitement.

He went into the kitchen, while Liliana and Sully slowly walked into the small living room and sat on the couches. Liliana had barely sat down when Sully said in a threatening tone,
"I don't know who you are, but from now on things are going to be done differently."
Liliana was struck by this sudden statement, but didn't let it show.
"Oh, really?" she said, mockingly.
"I've known Criss longer than you." Sully stated.
"Well, we'll see soon enough if you did."
Criss walked into their conversation, carrying a tray with cups and a bottle of red wine.
"We'll see if he did what, Lily?" said Criss.

Liliana was barely going to open her mouth when Sully said,
"Oh, I was just telling her about my experience with computers and technology in my job."
"Well," Criss said, "Liliana has earned quite a lot of experience in just the two years that we've known each other. She's a very reliable crime partner as well as a marvelous wife."
Criss winked flirtatiously at her. Sully seemed surprised. Liliana felt this was a discreet victory for her over the tyranny that Sully was pretending to establish.

"Oh, so, you guys are married?" Sully stuttered.
"Yes. I'm sorry, you know we didn't have enough time to talk the other day on the phone, so I couldn't tell you then, but, our marriage isn't what you would call 'legitimate,'" said Criss.
"What do you mean?" asked Sully.
"Well, you know our situation. We can't risk being seen by anyone. Besides, it might look suspicious that we have no guests or ‘witnesses’ at all, so we decided to have our own private wedding in a different hotel room, back when we were traveling through Switzerland."

"Oh, wow, that's quite a wedding, I'd say." said Sully, trying to hide his displeasure, and took a sip of his drink.
Liliana wasn't exactly in the mood to talk, but she felt somewhat accomplished for having demonstrated her importance in the team. She had shown Sully that she also had influence on Criss. Still, it was to be expected that this wouldn't be the end of their problems. A battle of influences was about to start.