Chazaka
19-04-2009, 04:52
The Heist
The two men rushed down the hallway, their footsteps muffled by the carpeted walkways. They had entered the building at the changing of the guards around 11 pm local time, waiting until the early evening shift had disappeared before knocking out the new guards, they knew that they had roughly two hours before anyone would check up on that station.
The taller one had argued again that they should kill the guards, death is permanent and we can't be sure that we got them the correct amount of tranq but the shorter one had persuaded the tall one to lay off and they had proceeded a few minutes later after swiping the guards keys and ID cards and shoving the guards underneath their desks. Running down corridor after corridor, counting the number of doorways passed, taking several rights then lefts then rights again they found the door they were looking for, it was a standard door, wood taken from local sources and painted in the local decor style. The taller one tested the door wondering if they would be lucky.
"Ratten! Nicht heute Abend Herr Mann, sehen Sie das Karte swiper?"
"Nein, Denken Sie Sie können es anheben?"
"Vielleicht"
replied the taller one as he took out his hammer, and began to try and knock the hinges off the door. Wamp, Wamp went the hinges for several minutes as the taller one fruitlessly tried to bend them.
"Dieses nimmt zu lang, ließ mich erhalten…"
"Keine Notwendigkeit."
"Ja, dritter Bücherschrank auf dem Recht, erinnern sich, dass wir die ausführlichsten Pläne gingen, die sie erhielten."
"Ja o.k."
The two entered the small room and fanned out each going after their specific target, the taller one was to get details on defenses and guard times while the smaller was to get blueprints and other architectural plans, after a few minutes of searching they found their targets took them out and begin the laborious task of photographing everything they needed.
2 hours later
John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, fighting to stay awake, he hadn't forseen how boring the copying was going to be and how tired it would make him. Selecting another one, he walked to the table and spread it out making sure to smooth out as many wrinkles as possible before snapping several pictures of the details of the Syrizets Suspension Bridge, yawning he returned it to its original position to find that he was done. "Schließlich". Finding that his partner was also done, he placed the camera back in his napsack and gave the room an once over before turning back to the doorway, he sighed the door was suppose to be unlocked and they were suppose to beable to enter and leave without anyone knowing what specific stuff they had taken before it was to late, their pay was probably going to be docked but they had gotten the job done and he was sure that the group would still pay him well for his troubles.
"Lässt nach Hause gehen..."
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The two men rushed down the hallway, their footsteps muffled by the carpeted walkways. They had entered the building at the changing of the guards around 11 pm local time, waiting until the early evening shift had disappeared before knocking out the new guards, they knew that they had roughly two hours before anyone would check up on that station.
The taller one had argued again that they should kill the guards, death is permanent and we can't be sure that we got them the correct amount of tranq but the shorter one had persuaded the tall one to lay off and they had proceeded a few minutes later after swiping the guards keys and ID cards and shoving the guards underneath their desks. Running down corridor after corridor, counting the number of doorways passed, taking several rights then lefts then rights again they found the door they were looking for, it was a standard door, wood taken from local sources and painted in the local decor style. The taller one tested the door wondering if they would be lucky.
"Ratten! Nicht heute Abend Herr Mann, sehen Sie das Karte swiper?"
"Nein, Denken Sie Sie können es anheben?"
"Vielleicht"
replied the taller one as he took out his hammer, and began to try and knock the hinges off the door. Wamp, Wamp went the hinges for several minutes as the taller one fruitlessly tried to bend them.
"Dieses nimmt zu lang, ließ mich erhalten…"
"Keine Notwendigkeit."
"Ja, dritter Bücherschrank auf dem Recht, erinnern sich, dass wir die ausführlichsten Pläne gingen, die sie erhielten."
"Ja o.k."
The two entered the small room and fanned out each going after their specific target, the taller one was to get details on defenses and guard times while the smaller was to get blueprints and other architectural plans, after a few minutes of searching they found their targets took them out and begin the laborious task of photographing everything they needed.
2 hours later
John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, fighting to stay awake, he hadn't forseen how boring the copying was going to be and how tired it would make him. Selecting another one, he walked to the table and spread it out making sure to smooth out as many wrinkles as possible before snapping several pictures of the details of the Syrizets Suspension Bridge, yawning he returned it to its original position to find that he was done. "Schließlich". Finding that his partner was also done, he placed the camera back in his napsack and gave the room an once over before turning back to the doorway, he sighed the door was suppose to be unlocked and they were suppose to beable to enter and leave without anyone knowing what specific stuff they had taken before it was to late, their pay was probably going to be docked but they had gotten the job done and he was sure that the group would still pay him well for his troubles.
"Lässt nach Hause gehen..."
ooc
Sign up/ooc will be/was here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=589192&highlight=Black+Market+Group) for now.