So far Angelo's part of the job was going well; he'd narrowed down their target 'problem' areas to a certain section within the company
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Angelo's verbalization skills sucked, so he pulled up the files on the screens instead, and pointed. One name kept re-occurring: John Han. Who invested money in the competitor's company. Who owned an off-shore account with far too much money.
Who'd deposited money into security officer's accounts... and who was currently making a phone call.
Parker's gaze flew to the VP across the table, madly texting away, then she turned her back on him, saying in Italian, "//Get Angelo out of there. Rendezvous at the exit site. Expect trouble, he's communicating with someone. I'll meet you there in an hour.//"
"Almost done, almost done, almost done," he chanted, hitting SAVE and PRINT and backing up the important files on the memory stick and in off-site accounts. "Almost done!"
His own urgency was driving him, not Triela's, so he was being extra frantic as he shut everything down. "Now now now hold this hold this not this now!"
Then he was rushing toward the door, hunched over again.
The other two ducked behind columns, calling out, "We just want to escort you out of the building!"
"Shallow grave," Angelo intoned, hugging his netbook to him. "All the bodies buried." He gasped again, white ringing his eyes.
The low railing in front of them circled the atrium, and the trees growing in the main atrium extended upward about four stories. There were splashing fountains and various employees chatting on the paving stones of the first floor below them.
Angelo's breathing was rapid, coming down from panicked, but still frightened. "Security men. Security grid. Building shut-down imminent." Two more men were at the end of the hallway, listening on earbuds, eyes tracking over to them. "No time!"
Angelo's verbalization skills sucked, so he pulled up the files on the screens instead, and pointed. One name kept re-occurring: John Han. Who invested money in the competitor's company. Who owned an off-shore account with far too much money.
Who'd deposited money into security officer's accounts... and who was currently making a phone call.
"Uh-oh."
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Fortunately Triela could pull out her phone and dial with a gun in her hand. Parker would answer quickly, she was sure.
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Triela stopped at that. If Parker had questions, she could ask. But best not take up too much time with this little call.
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Triela's phone snapped closed and she slid the gun back into its holster. "Come on, Angelo. We're leaving."
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His own urgency was driving him, not Triela's, so he was being extra frantic as he shut everything down. "Now now now hold this hold this not this now!"
Then he was rushing toward the door, hunched over again.
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The three guys looking casual at the end of the hall abruptly started to move, one reaching for a gun, when Triela poked her head out of the office.
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Fortunately, her gun had a silencer, so she was able to draw, aim, and shoot the idiot in the shoulder. Twice.
She didn't even slow down, hand on Angelo's shoulder pulling him forward, just daring the other two to be idiots, too.
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"Shallow grave," Angelo intoned, hugging his netbook to him. "All the bodies buried." He gasped again, white ringing his eyes.
The low railing in front of them circled the atrium, and the trees growing in the main atrium extended upward about four stories. There were splashing fountains and various employees chatting on the paving stones of the first floor below them.
Angelo gave the trees a speculative look.
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She followed Angelo's glance. "You want to jump?" she murmured a bit doubtfully.
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Angelo's breathing was rapid, coming down from panicked, but still frightened. "Security men. Security grid. Building shut-down imminent." Two more men were at the end of the hallway, listening on earbuds, eyes tracking over to them. "No time!"
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A bullet zzzzinged by, and then a tranquilizer dart hit his shoulder. He stared in surprise, and his fingers opened.
Pounding feet and a call of "//Stop!"//" in Chinese, from a man in a security guard uniform.
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She'd shoot him. She reached over to pick Angelo up with one hand, hefting him easily.
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