[BCM] Execute
[alpha_bitch567 used with permission. Set in wayward_au and follows THIS.]
“You know-when you said you had a Mustang that needed breaking in-I didn’t know that the breaking in would involve stealing it as well.”
Gloria just flashed him a grin over her shoulder as the two inched closer to the perimeter, staying as close to the wall as possible to avoid being detected by the security cameras. “Be careful-heat sensors,” she murmured, before letting her eyes roll up over the wall. “And when you see this car? You will understand my need to liberate her from this cruel, cruel prison.”
“I’ll just take your word on that,” he said with a sigh, before glancing up at the wall and then back down at her again. “Alright-so how are we doing this?”
“I have the security codes-lifted ‘em when I was making a delivery earlier today. So I can break into the building get the car and the keys and make it down the driveway-the problem is that the gate to the building? Can only be opened manually from the guard station. Which is why I need you.”
“So you want me to take out the guard, wait for you to bring the car around, pop the gate, and then we get the hell out of dodge?”
“Precisely.”
“Sounds simple enough,” he said, before moving ahead of her along the wall, and craning his neck slightly, letting his eyes wander past the metal rungs of the gate to the guardhouse. The guard wasn’t exactly anything of substance-a fat, tub of a man who was watching the cameras with about as much interest as a five year-old has in the local news. He had somewhere else to be and better things to be doing than this, yet here he was, doing his job for the man who paid his rent. It was actually rather sad that this was probably going to wind up getting him fired.
Maybe he’d find something better to do with his time. Who knew?
Tilting his head up for a minute, he looked over the edge of the gate before nodding slowly, and turning back to her. “Ready to do this?”
She nodded with a grin, before placing the headphone connected to her cell phone into her ear. “Let’s do this.”
Over the gate was easy-the brick walls weren’t laced with barbed wire at the top, as the man clearly wasn’t anticipating thieves that could leap walls twice their own height and still land somewhat gracefully on the other side. Another thing he would be eternally grateful to Manticore for. Still weren’t making the Christmas card list, but he was still allowed to be somewhat grateful for the bit of kitty in the cocktail.
Gloria took off in the direction of what he presumed was the cars, while he ducked back around towards the guard house, trying to figure out what the exact angle of entry should be. There was only one door that probably locked from the inside, and an open window. He hated sneaking in through the window. It wasn’t fun-but it was his only option at the moment.
He continued to quietly creep up in the direction of the guardhouse, and up to the open window. The thing was a bit abnormally long, with an area of shelves and things towards the end near the window, and then the camera equipment and things towards the other end near the door. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but he could do it. Hopefully. Turning his back toward the wall, he jumped up, grabbing the top of the window frame, and pulled his body upwards, his upper body sliding in through the window in one smooth motion. He had to pause for a moment to brace himself against the window, and that moment was long enough for the guard to notice the movement out of the corner of his eye, and start to rise to his feet, night stick in hand.
“What the hell da ya think you’re doin’?” he said with a glare, before making a swing for Mickey’s head. He pushed his upper body away from the wall quickly, leaning back over the table and reaching out to grab the stick as it landed in front of him. He twisted the stick, along with the guard’s wrist, wrestling it free of his hand before giving him a sympathetic shrug.
“Sorry about this, mate,” he sighed, in the thickest Aussie accent he could muster, before bringing the night stick across the front of his head, knocking the guard out cold. Tubby dropped quickly to the floor, and things were pretty much smooth sailing after that. He pulled himself the rest of the way into the booth and made his way over to the controls waiting for the cue from Gloria to lift the gate, and monitoring the cameras to make sure that there were no other-would ya look at that. Doughnuts.
He fell back in the guard’s chair, picking up one of the glazed and taking a bite, watching the monitors until he saw the headlights of a convertible pulling up the front of the guard house and the low purr of a motor.
“You ready to do this, boo?” Gloria’s voice crackled over the phone, and Mickey grinned before leaning forward to hit the button for the gate.
“You know it,” he grinned, pausing for a moment to make sure he had hit the right one, before climbing out of the guard house and running towards the convertible, doughnut in hand. Just as he was in line with the driver’s side, he jumped, arching his body backwards like he was jumping over a high bar, and landing with a comfortable thump! in the back seat. Gloria glanced back over her shoulder as she hit the gas, powering out of the driveway and heading right for the highway.
“Tell me you did not raid that poor man’s doughnuts,” she said with a slight laugh as he reached up and handed her a chocolate frosted and then leaned back in the seat again.
“Can’t let good doughnuts go to waste, now can we?” he smirked.
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“You know-when you said you had a Mustang that needed breaking in-I didn’t know that the breaking in would involve stealing it as well.”
Gloria just flashed him a grin over her shoulder as the two inched closer to the perimeter, staying as close to the wall as possible to avoid being detected by the security cameras. “Be careful-heat sensors,” she murmured, before letting her eyes roll up over the wall. “And when you see this car? You will understand my need to liberate her from this cruel, cruel prison.”
“I’ll just take your word on that,” he said with a sigh, before glancing up at the wall and then back down at her again. “Alright-so how are we doing this?”
“I have the security codes-lifted ‘em when I was making a delivery earlier today. So I can break into the building get the car and the keys and make it down the driveway-the problem is that the gate to the building? Can only be opened manually from the guard station. Which is why I need you.”
“So you want me to take out the guard, wait for you to bring the car around, pop the gate, and then we get the hell out of dodge?”
“Precisely.”
“Sounds simple enough,” he said, before moving ahead of her along the wall, and craning his neck slightly, letting his eyes wander past the metal rungs of the gate to the guardhouse. The guard wasn’t exactly anything of substance-a fat, tub of a man who was watching the cameras with about as much interest as a five year-old has in the local news. He had somewhere else to be and better things to be doing than this, yet here he was, doing his job for the man who paid his rent. It was actually rather sad that this was probably going to wind up getting him fired.
Maybe he’d find something better to do with his time. Who knew?
Tilting his head up for a minute, he looked over the edge of the gate before nodding slowly, and turning back to her. “Ready to do this?”
She nodded with a grin, before placing the headphone connected to her cell phone into her ear. “Let’s do this.”
Over the gate was easy-the brick walls weren’t laced with barbed wire at the top, as the man clearly wasn’t anticipating thieves that could leap walls twice their own height and still land somewhat gracefully on the other side. Another thing he would be eternally grateful to Manticore for. Still weren’t making the Christmas card list, but he was still allowed to be somewhat grateful for the bit of kitty in the cocktail.
Gloria took off in the direction of what he presumed was the cars, while he ducked back around towards the guard house, trying to figure out what the exact angle of entry should be. There was only one door that probably locked from the inside, and an open window. He hated sneaking in through the window. It wasn’t fun-but it was his only option at the moment.
He continued to quietly creep up in the direction of the guardhouse, and up to the open window. The thing was a bit abnormally long, with an area of shelves and things towards the end near the window, and then the camera equipment and things towards the other end near the door. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but he could do it. Hopefully. Turning his back toward the wall, he jumped up, grabbing the top of the window frame, and pulled his body upwards, his upper body sliding in through the window in one smooth motion. He had to pause for a moment to brace himself against the window, and that moment was long enough for the guard to notice the movement out of the corner of his eye, and start to rise to his feet, night stick in hand.
“What the hell da ya think you’re doin’?” he said with a glare, before making a swing for Mickey’s head. He pushed his upper body away from the wall quickly, leaning back over the table and reaching out to grab the stick as it landed in front of him. He twisted the stick, along with the guard’s wrist, wrestling it free of his hand before giving him a sympathetic shrug.
“Sorry about this, mate,” he sighed, in the thickest Aussie accent he could muster, before bringing the night stick across the front of his head, knocking the guard out cold. Tubby dropped quickly to the floor, and things were pretty much smooth sailing after that. He pulled himself the rest of the way into the booth and made his way over to the controls waiting for the cue from Gloria to lift the gate, and monitoring the cameras to make sure that there were no other-would ya look at that. Doughnuts.
He fell back in the guard’s chair, picking up one of the glazed and taking a bite, watching the monitors until he saw the headlights of a convertible pulling up the front of the guard house and the low purr of a motor.
“You ready to do this, boo?” Gloria’s voice crackled over the phone, and Mickey grinned before leaning forward to hit the button for the gate.
“You know it,” he grinned, pausing for a moment to make sure he had hit the right one, before climbing out of the guard house and running towards the convertible, doughnut in hand. Just as he was in line with the driver’s side, he jumped, arching his body backwards like he was jumping over a high bar, and landing with a comfortable thump! in the back seat. Gloria glanced back over her shoulder as she hit the gas, powering out of the driveway and heading right for the highway.
“Tell me you did not raid that poor man’s doughnuts,” she said with a slight laugh as he reached up and handed her a chocolate frosted and then leaned back in the seat again.
“Can’t let good doughnuts go to waste, now can we?” he smirked.
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