Comment-A-Thon Round 5 - Screencap Challenge
I am now opening the comm to using screen caps as prompts. Any screen cap or link to a screen cap from any show can be used as a prompt as long as it contains any of the actors/actresses from White Collar and is work safe and gen (i.e. no screen caps of sex scenes, complete nudity, or gore). White Collar screen caps also welcome, of course
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Dan crept up on him easy - the moron was too busy staring casually at an O'Keefe, like he was there waiting, not appreciating. By the time the brat realized he wasn't alone, Dan had his arm around his throat, just tight enough to incapacitate, not kill. He dragged the pip-squeak, half-limp, barely conscious and barely struggling, over to the guard rail. He cuffed him there - good thing to have, cuffs. You never knew when you had to fake being a cop, or restrain an idiot wanna-be. With pipsqueak mostly out of it and secure, Dan was free to finish.
Removing the art without tripping the alarm was slick business, demanding a steady hand, steady nerves and complete concentration. Dan had just done pipsqueak a favor. The idiot would've no doubt lifted the frame right off the wall; the kids always did the first time around.
You had to be smart: Dutchman smart, Caffrey smart. Yeah, maybe they were behind bars right now, but all good things must come to an end. Besides, it wasn't about getting caught, it was about when you got caught, and what you accomplished before it happened. Junior would never know that kind of fame. He'd been caught and it wasn't even a cop who caught him.
Dan cut the right wires. Slowly, carefully, he removed the frame from the wall, then the painting from the frame.
"You did a pretty good job, there."
Dan glanced over his shoulder to glare at the kid. Except the kid wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"Hey, to the left."
Dan looked left. There the kid stood, rocking back and forth from the heel of his expensive shoes to the toes, smiling a thousand watt smile.
"But now for the real challenge - making it out before the cops arrive." And with that, the kid took off at a run.
"Son of a bitch!" Dan snarled, shoving the painting into his bag. He couldn't risk going after the little snot, not if the idiot tripped the alarm. But it didn't matter. Dan had planned it down to the wire and would be long gone before the cops arrived. He took off the opposite way of the kid, down the hall, then the stairs, then out through a service entrance. He slowed to a trot through an alley that opened onto the street.
And was met by cop cars and police aiming their guns at him. Bellowed orders to drop the bag and put his hands up assaulted him, putting him off guard just long enough for guys in suits to block the way he'd come. One suit grabbed the bag, another cuffed his hands.
It was as he was being escorted to a waiting car that he saw him, the pipsqueak pretty boy, touching the brim of his hat as though in greeting - or maybe farewell - a pair of cuffs dangling from his damn dainty wrist, mocking Dan.
Dan gaped. "No. No way that kid is FBI."
"Nope," the man shoving him to the car agreed. "Just a consultant."
"Just a consultant, Peter?" the kid said with mock hurt. "I'm offended."
The suit snorted. "Don't make me tell you to cowboy up, Caffrey."
And once again, Dan's jaw found its way to the ground. "Caffrey. The Caffrey. The Neal Caffrey! You've gotta be kidding me!"
Caffrey lifted his hands as if to say "I can't help being who I am." He then sauntered off, adjusting his hat, cuffs glittering like diamonds under the streetlights.
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