Workin' Man
Crouching low and concealing himself, he allowed the shadows to hug his form like a second skin until the only slither of colour that could be seen was the red in the overall black of his eyes.
What he had been sent in to retrieve was in the room above his current perch. The guards moved back and forth every thirty seconds, pausing only briefly to share a cigarette or a snippet of conversation. He’d have to be quick.
Balancing his weight precariously he turned his body and then grappled the window ledge with one hand whilst leaving the other loose at his side. With a small swaying motion, he stretched his body upwards until gloved fingers latched onto a concrete balcony and his entire weight was soon held there.
Muscles tensed and stress lined every hard plane that formed and yet he lifted himself and his entire body weight with little to no difficultly, head peeking over the top to eye the guards and the movements they made.
A second later and he was pulling up, arms straightening and legs kicking over his body until finally he landed in a crouch and he rolled into a nearby shadow to conceal his advance. The length of his back was pressed into the long line of the wall and he simply turned his head and watched the guards.
Just as one turned his back, he slipped up behind the guard and then reached upwards to latch a hand over a mouth which muffled a cry. There was something cold and calculating in the way the taller man tripped the other up and held the guard down as the man tried to surge upwards as a result of hitting the back of his skull.
The next one was brought down by a kick to his legs and then a clamping down of a material soaked in a liquid specifically designed to render a person unconscious. The thief was not a killer but he couldn’t afford to leave guards awake.
Moving them to a more concealed area, he dropped his weight down, crouched beneath the window and moved along until he was at the door. Sliding a finger along the metal of the lock, he left a thin strip of glowing red and a very small charge seemed to be given which opened the door with an abrupt motion.
No alarms, so far, so good.
He slipped inside, crouched and eased the door shut after him, to leave no obvious sign of entrance. The thief recognised the study as had been laid out in the plans given to him by his employer, a wealthy businessman that had been willing to pay a handsome price for the plans of a new computer system from a rival company.
Keeping low and close to the ground, he carried his weight over to a painting and then rose up. Head turned left and then right, checking that the guards hadn’t looked his way. They hadn’t so he was safe to continue.
He slid the painting away and narrowed a focused gaze on the safe. Licking his lips, he turned the dial, letting it rotate and spin until settling on a number then turning it away. Eventually the safe clicked and with a turn of the handle the safe door was pulled open.
Searching the inside, he spotted a set of CDs and quickly pocketed them before putting everything back as he had found it. If he did right, no-one would suspect a thing until it was too late.
Dropping his weight again, Remy rolled and landed in a crouch beside the door. His eyes slid to the watch that wrapped his wrist and then fingers turned to letting himself out and it didn’t take the Cajun long to reach the balcony where he literally took to the air.
His body curled with all the gymnastic skill that he had become known for and it wasn’t long until he landed on his toes, one hand firmly planted on the ground to compensate for the forward rocking motion.
A quick look around gave him a free run and he took to the shadows, keeping on his toes and using the shadows to cloak him. He was then confronted with the wall he had scaled on the way in and simply took a run at it and used the brick work to pull himself up, feet and fingers working in perfect unison.
It wasn’t long until he was dropping off the wall and hurrying forward to leave the vicinity before the discovery was made.
What he had been sent in to retrieve was in the room above his current perch. The guards moved back and forth every thirty seconds, pausing only briefly to share a cigarette or a snippet of conversation. He’d have to be quick.
Balancing his weight precariously he turned his body and then grappled the window ledge with one hand whilst leaving the other loose at his side. With a small swaying motion, he stretched his body upwards until gloved fingers latched onto a concrete balcony and his entire weight was soon held there.
Muscles tensed and stress lined every hard plane that formed and yet he lifted himself and his entire body weight with little to no difficultly, head peeking over the top to eye the guards and the movements they made.
A second later and he was pulling up, arms straightening and legs kicking over his body until finally he landed in a crouch and he rolled into a nearby shadow to conceal his advance. The length of his back was pressed into the long line of the wall and he simply turned his head and watched the guards.
Just as one turned his back, he slipped up behind the guard and then reached upwards to latch a hand over a mouth which muffled a cry. There was something cold and calculating in the way the taller man tripped the other up and held the guard down as the man tried to surge upwards as a result of hitting the back of his skull.
The next one was brought down by a kick to his legs and then a clamping down of a material soaked in a liquid specifically designed to render a person unconscious. The thief was not a killer but he couldn’t afford to leave guards awake.
Moving them to a more concealed area, he dropped his weight down, crouched beneath the window and moved along until he was at the door. Sliding a finger along the metal of the lock, he left a thin strip of glowing red and a very small charge seemed to be given which opened the door with an abrupt motion.
No alarms, so far, so good.
He slipped inside, crouched and eased the door shut after him, to leave no obvious sign of entrance. The thief recognised the study as had been laid out in the plans given to him by his employer, a wealthy businessman that had been willing to pay a handsome price for the plans of a new computer system from a rival company.
Keeping low and close to the ground, he carried his weight over to a painting and then rose up. Head turned left and then right, checking that the guards hadn’t looked his way. They hadn’t so he was safe to continue.
He slid the painting away and narrowed a focused gaze on the safe. Licking his lips, he turned the dial, letting it rotate and spin until settling on a number then turning it away. Eventually the safe clicked and with a turn of the handle the safe door was pulled open.
Searching the inside, he spotted a set of CDs and quickly pocketed them before putting everything back as he had found it. If he did right, no-one would suspect a thing until it was too late.
Dropping his weight again, Remy rolled and landed in a crouch beside the door. His eyes slid to the watch that wrapped his wrist and then fingers turned to letting himself out and it didn’t take the Cajun long to reach the balcony where he literally took to the air.
His body curled with all the gymnastic skill that he had become known for and it wasn’t long until he landed on his toes, one hand firmly planted on the ground to compensate for the forward rocking motion.
A quick look around gave him a free run and he took to the shadows, keeping on his toes and using the shadows to cloak him. He was then confronted with the wall he had scaled on the way in and simply took a run at it and used the brick work to pull himself up, feet and fingers working in perfect unison.
It wasn’t long until he was dropping off the wall and hurrying forward to leave the vicinity before the discovery was made.