Exact Word Count: 500
Does each drabble have exactly 100 words?: Yes
Word/Prompt Used?: Red!
Nate peered at the wall screen. “We gotta get these guys,” he muttered. “But it won’t be easy. Scam a scammer, needs the right angle.”
“Story of our lives,” proclaimed Hardison, as he scrolled on the laptop. “With the number of innocent people these dudes have ripped off, we gotta get em good.”
“I always fancy Red Tiara. Valuable artifact, lost heirs, great fortune?” Sophie looked seductively at Nate. “Me, lapsed royal, just needing a small investment from my long lost cousin. Best, it’s direct. Just get the money from the mark. Easy peasy.” She twirled her hair, looking pleased.
“There’s also Red Gem. Work on their business greed. Set up a fake import-export business, talk these guys into investing with us…make off with their loot. I don’t know. These dudes are pretty tough, and there’s always that one dicey point in the con where you might just have to fight…” Nate rubbed his jaw, perhaps remembering past adventures.
“Well that’s no big, we got Our Man here! Just get him to see red!” Harrison slapped Eliot on the back, lurching him forward.
“I’ll show you red,” grunted Eliot, punching his right fist into his left hand, as Hardison grinned.
“We could always go to the classics. Sherlock Holmes, The Red Headed League. Keep the mark busy with some faked-up, well-paid gig based on one of his distinguishing characteristics, while you dig a tunnel under his office.”
“Well, just a metaphor. In this case, it’d be ‘buy time; hack into their database and get the incriminating evidence.’”
“Ah.” Hardison nodded. “Now you’re speaking a language that I understand.”
“Of course a more modern, tried and true version of this is the Caribbean Cruise. But getting these dudes tickets for a junket just won’t do it in this case.”
“All right, focus.’ Sophie began pacing around the table. “What’ll it be. The Red Tiara, The Red Gem, or The Red-Headed League?”
Nate ticked off his fingers. “Red Tiara: Sophie gets to play royal, but it means singling one out from the others, yet working them all at the same time. Could be tricky, especially if they don’t trust each other much. Red Gem, takes product to set it up, and the aforementioned risky part. Red Headed League, keep ‘em busy while we get the evidence. More straightforward, but…not much glamour.” He looked at the others, who all shrugged half-heartedly.
Eliot glared. “Gad, I hate it when we can’t figure which plan to use. It’s like, we go in wishy-washy, it’s never gonna work out.”
Nate shrugged. “Here’s to letting fate decide. Or Parker, whichever comes first.” Just then, there was a rattle at the door and a a cheery “Yoo-hoo! Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe the line at—What?” as she noticed they’d all turned to stare at her, open-mouthed. She paused. “It’s…just for fun. They call it ombre.” Quirking a grimace at their stunned expressions, she twirled awkwardly as her long, bright red hair spun out around her.