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Post by Isaac on Jul 28, 2015 22:10:14 GMT -5
Four neural implants. Four guards. Four too many.
Isaac crept across the cold, stone floor, darting behind the giant crates that lined the room. There had to be at least two hundred boxes in this massive place. Most of them were twice Isaac’s height, and anything shorter was still too big to move. They were, at least, excellent cover.
Flashlights shined down the crisscrossing aisles, and the shoes of the night guards tapped noisily against the stone. Really, though, it was hard to tell if it was still night or not. Isaac had been down here—five floors underground—for so long. It felt smothering to be so far from a window or fresh air. One misstep and he’d have to fight his way through five floors of guards to get out—too many to deal with before the cops arrived. He wished he could say this would be worth the danger, but by the end of the night he’d be giving a power-hungry kingpin a case of experimental weapons. Oh yeah, what a just cause that was.
A night guard walked past Isaac as he crouched behind a large crate. He thought about knocking the man out. Fewer guards meant fewer chances of getting spotted and riddled with holes. With no quick exits down here, it seemed like a good idea… except someone would notice the guard’s heartbeat suddenly change when he went unconscious. It was too risky without hacking the guard’s vital scanners—something Isaac wasn’t quite confident with yet.
With no other ideas, Isaac crept up behind the guard and picked his gun off his belt. The man didn’t even notice, and Isaac slipped back into the shadows, took the gun apart, and scattered the pieces between some crates.
Well, that was one down.
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Post by parkour on Jul 29, 2015 4:42:57 GMT -5
There was a trick to getting in and out of a high security place.
Sometimes, it was for the challenge. Other times, for an actual cause. This time? Oh, Parker just happened to have a case of wandering sticky fingers. Maybe he had gotten a tip about a certain prototype weapon being stored underground. Something that would cause quite a bit of damage depending on who got their hands on it. And maybe he happened to knock a tooth or two out to get the actual location. And then there was the threatening to break a finger over the guard rotation. But you know - It was all up in the air. A maybe. No one really knew.
Park gripped the metal rafter he was crouched on just a bit tighter, the color of his visor edged in red. He watched the little red blips walk across their fancy halls. Only five? He expected more, but that made thing easier. The fun part was picking exactly how he wanted to take things on. Really, he just needed to find that case. That was all that mattered.
His eyes flicked over to the left when he saw two guards passing each other, quickly moving to tip himself over the edge of his rafter and dropping to the ground below. Arms spread wide, he landed with the softest possible sound and quickly dashed for cover before even thinking of time to recover. A steady breath was sucked in through his nose, the fabric covering his lower face muffling the noise while he began to slink from shadow to shadow, dipping himself down whenever he saw the flash of light beaming overhead.
In and out in a matter of minutes. Those were always the easy ones. And it certainly seemed like smooth sailing.
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Post by Isaac on Jul 29, 2015 8:43:37 GMT -5
Isaac stayed between the crates where he'd stashed the gun parts, waiting for the next guard to make his rounds. For the past half hour, he had carefully studied the patrol routes of the guards. They were robotically predictable, with two of them moving through the columns and two moving through the rows. Sometimes they slowed down, and sometimes they flashed their lights between the crates, but they always went right back to their routes. That made taking the second guard's gun easy.
A minute after the first guard left, a second guard—this one moving down a column—walked past Isaac. Isaac didn't even leave the comfort of his hiding spot. He simply stuck out his arm, plucked the gun from its holster, and dismantled it behind the crates. If the guards' radios weren't mounted to their heads, Isaac would have stolen those, too. Oh well. Getting reinforcements called on him wasn't as bad as getting shot. Unarmed men weren't too hard to take down, and armed men were easy enough to avoid. The actual bullets themselves? Not so much.
Perhaps Isaac should have kept his brain quiet. Somehow, he had jinxed himself.
His visor buzzed gently against his head, and he looked down to the bottom-right corner of his vision. The number four had gone up to a five. Five neural implants nearby. Again? he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why an odd number, though? Is this somebody's relief? Isaac had no idea who this person was or where they were. All he knew was that they were out there, somewhere, and they were dangerous.
Isaac tapped the side of his visor, activating his infrared vision. The machines were all lifeless and cold inside their crates, so nothing got in his way. There were two red and orange blobs behind him—the guards that had already passed him by—and three blobs ahead. Right away, Isaac noticed something odd: One of the blobs wasn't moving. It remained still while a guard walked by, and they didn't seem all that close. It looked like they were hiding, just like Isaac. Was this another thief?
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Post by parkour on Jul 31, 2015 4:18:37 GMT -5
Usually, there wouldn't have been much worry about the guard patterns. But that last little blip, the odd one out, didn't quite sit right. He ducked to another row, watched as the guard walked past none the wiser that a thief lurked in the room with him. Well, now that he took a moment to notice the movement patterns coming from his visor, make that two thieves.
A race was it? Well, Parker had never really been one to enjoy failure, and he wasn't above playing dirty to get exactly what he wanted. There were a few ways he could go about the heist. Set off an alarm and frame the other person while he dashed towards the goal. That would have been the easiest, but not the most satisfying. He liked a challenge, and another had fallen into his lap.
Well, well. A smirk formed under his fabric mask while he glanced around the row of container. When he was sure the last guard had made their way out of view, he jumped. Gloved fingers gripped the edge of the container as he pulled himself up in a quick movement, gaining a vantage point for where he needed to go. While his new little buddy took care of the guards, he could make off with the spoils.
Park stepped off his container and onto the ground below, making a quick break to the left and moving towards the next set of containers to cover his tracks. He ducked under an awkwardly stacked set, blending into the darkness as a guard walked past and flashed their light right in front of his feet. One. Two. Three... Once they walked past, he pulled himself out and continued to slink over the rows towards the center of the facility.
He wonder if his fellow thief would take the movement as a queue to kick into gear.
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Post by Isaac on Jul 31, 2015 14:23:55 GMT -5
From the way the other person moved, it became more and more obvious that they didn't belong here. Isaac gritted his teeth. Just my damn luck. This had to be somebody's sick idea of a joke—trapped five floors underground in a high security building with another thief.
The man made a move, jumping and pulling himself up onto a container. Isaac switched back to his NUIP filter and got a better look at the guy. He was lean and lithe, just like Isaac. The man had his own visor, too, and so Isaac was damn sure that he had already been spotted.
Isaac narrowed his eyes at the man, his mind racing. I could throw something at him. The guards won't see. They'll just hear the impact. Or I could hack their coms and tell one of them to turn around. Maybe hack a light to flicker over him. But Isaac shook the ideas out of his head. No. If either of us tries to bust the other, we'll take each other down. The other thief must have known that, and that was why he remained silent and simply went about his business, smart enough to play nice and come out of here alive.
And yet, the man still found a way to be a prick.
Bastard, thought Isaac as he watched the man take off, darting from cover to cover. The guy was trying to beat Isaac to the end of the room. Was he expecting Isaac to take out the other two guards' guns and wipe his brow when he finished first, too? You wanna play that game, pal? Fine.
While the other thief ducked down low, hiding beneath an overhanging box, Isaac took the high ground. He had memorized the guards' routes, and he knew exactly which way to go. With nimble, silent moves, Isaac scaled a ten foot crate with the ease of a cat. He then jumped across the aisle, landing on the edge of another crate where the wood was strongest and less likely to creak. From there, he slid down between two boxes, touched the ground, and darted out into an aisle. A guard just passed by, and Isaac ran by from behind him, snatched his gun, and kept running to the other side, where he hid once again. But unlike the last two guns, Isaac kept this one intact, tucking it into his pocket, just in case.
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Post by parkour on Aug 2, 2015 4:59:15 GMT -5
Parker looked in the direction of his competition - even going so far as to give a small wave. Seeing as the person was staring directly at him, there wasn't much doubt he had a similar visor or way to see. So they both knew the routes, where everyone was, and where the goal happened to be.
Really, Park just didn't like messing with the guards. Easier to avoid them entirely than try to pick a weapon off. They had serial numbers, identifiers, and who knew what else. It was hard to tell what the level of security happened to be when just going to raid the place of its valuables. No reason to deal with things that could cause him more harm than good.
Once he was free of the guard, Park glanced to where his fellow happened to me moving over the containers, making his way closer.
High road, low road, huh? Just the way he liked it.
While the other thief moved over the top, Park darted out of his cover and began to slink across the rows. He slipped to the left, avoided a guard as they turned the corner and started to move towards him. A lone pipe happened to be sticking out on one of the rows he ran down, and it gave him a bit of an idea.
In one smooth movement, he snatched the pipe up and unfolded his bow, aiming high and far away from where their actual goal was. The pipe launched with a metallic echo, and he took the moment to jump up onto a container and avoid anything that might have run his way. It clattered far off, the guards alerted that something - or someone - was in the room. Far away from where the actual pair of thieves were at.
He smirked, nodded to himself, and turned to jump across the different containers, focused back on the goal before him.
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Post by Isaac on Aug 4, 2015 11:57:49 GMT -5
The clanging of that pipe might as well have been a shotgun in Isaac’s ears. He snapped his head back to track the sound, and he saw flashlights move sporadically as the guards searched for the cause of the noise. Isaac’s face lit up with anger, every muscle tensing up as he thought, If that was the other guy, I’m gonna break his god damn hands.
Though the pipe or sheet of metal or whatever had made that sound was on the clear other side of the room, the once ignorant guards were now on edge. Isaac could hear their distant voices muttering about thieves and terrorists. One more sound would tip them over the edge, and they’d call for backup. Isaac wasn’t sure if this other thief was just an idiot or if he was preparing to screw Isaac over.
At the very least, this did give both of them the chance to really move. The guards were all huddled together so far away, and Isaac was free to sprint across the boxes and leap over the gaps with only quick glances to the floor to check for any surprises.
By the time the guards fanned out to check the entire storeroom, Isaac was at the end of the aisles. He swung his body forward, grabbed the edge of a crate with both hands, and flipped once before touching the ground. The other thief wasn’t far behind, and Isaac gave him a hard glare when he got close. Although his arms remained by his sides, he kept his guard up, constantly watching the man to make sure he didn’t try anything else stupid.
“Mind explaining what you were thinking with that stunt back there?” he asked in a low but harsh voice. He then jerked his head to the right, toward the open crates beside them. The tech in the back of the room was the newest of the crop, and it wasn’t even fully boarded up yet. There were all sorts of devices and weapons waiting for final approval before being boxed up and shipped off. “Now, how ‘bout you tell me what exactly you’re here for. Maybe we can take what we want and—”
“Hey! My gun’s gone!”
The sudden shout made Isaac’s eyes flare open. Another followed, then another. The three guards finally noticed they’d been robbed, and Isaac couldn’t help but shoot the other thief another hard, furious glare.
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Post by parkour on Aug 5, 2015 23:09:10 GMT -5
Guards were never the brightest lot. Sometimes there were a good few in a place, but the ones here seemed as if they were dumb as a box of rocks. No doubt they were getting paranoid anyway, so setting them over the edge didn’t take much. Now, the kicker was if Mr. Fancy Pants hadn’t taken their guns, then it would have been just the a/c blowing things around, or maybe some rats. But rats didn’t steal guns, not by a long shot.
Parker cast a glance over towards his fellow thief as he ran across the boxes. Overly paranoid. It wasn’t like they were in the Upper Class district. Sure, a bullet hurt, but it wasn’t always fatal. Especially not if you knew how to move or how others might react.
It wasn’t long before he darted through the rows, coming to a gradual stop as he got a look at the other across the way from him. A hand rose to flip his visor off, the look of heat signatures fading to reveal his competition. Male physique, shorter than he was, thin frame. Could probably take a punch or two if he needed.
Oh, but now he was whisper yelling – ?
Asking what he was there for didn’t really warrant a reply, so Park cast him a glance while stepping towards the precious cargo he had been looking for. All he needed was the case of vials, and he’d be home free. Easy enough to mix up at home when he knew the formula.
“And that’s why we don’t steal guns.” He called over his shoulder in a muffled tone, golden eyes scanning over a case before cracking it open. Cold air hit him in the face as the pressure released from his case, eight vials of varying colors sitting nestled neatly in their places. Perfect. Just what he needed.
“A rookie mistake, really. How long have you been in this line of work?” Even though it couldn’t be seen, he gave a grin under his mask. “Well, Rookie? Better grab what you want. They’ll be coming back shortly.”
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Post by Isaac on Aug 6, 2015 19:45:52 GMT -5
Isaac's eye twitched. Oh this little rat bastard was pushing it.
At the man's question, Isaac snarled, "Long enough to know not to throw shit and blow a perfectly good approach. They were bored and predictable. We could have gotten in and out just fine if you hadn't spooked ‘em." And when Isaac's precautions kept this idiot from being shot full of holes, he would expect a thank you. But Isaac kept that to himself, his eyes too focused on the case the man held.
"But maybe this was never gonna go smoothly," he said before he reached out to try and grab the case's handle. Whether he managed to get a hold of it or not, and whether the other thief let it go or not, Isaac said, "I need those vials. Pick again, Rookie." Madam Roux desired many things—money, drugs, firearms, chemical weapons, poisons, and anything else powerful and dangerous—and tonight, she had asked for these vials. It wasn't Isaac's place to ask why, or where and when.
While the two bickered, the guards made their way through the warehouse faster. One of them still had a gun, and Isaac could hear another one talking on the radio, calling for backup. The flashlights grew brighter, closer, and Isaac could hear the footsteps approaching, but he couldn't leave without this damn case!
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Post by parkour on Aug 7, 2015 21:47:17 GMT -5
“We?” Park raised a brow at the man before him, tempted to laugh had he not needed to remain quiet. Did he hope for some honor among thieves? He really was wet behind the ears, or he hadn’t dealt with others much. Ah – But he was looking at the case. Ha ha, that was funny.
He snatched the case back away from the rookie, wagging a finger at him. No way in hell was he getting that prize. There were other things there, but he wasn’t going to let those vials slip from his grasp.
“Do you even know what these are?” He doubted it. From the way he spoke, he wasn’t stealing for himself. Who was pulling the strings for the little puppet, he had no idea. And he didn’t much care. He’d rather just smash the damnable things than to let some idiotic thief hand them over to some sleazy drug lord, or whatever he was working for.
The footsteps were growing closer, and Parker really didn’t want to deal with more guards than needed. He rolled his neck and pulled out a stick hidden in his jacket, eyes never leaving the Rookie as he jammed the physical Magix stick into the base of his skull.
“Catch me if you can.” Instantly, he felt like he could soar. His body felt so light, like he could do damn near anything. But right then, he needed to run. And run like hell he was going to. All he did was bounce on his toes for a moment before turning to dart away from his fellow thief at a breakneck pace.
He slid to the side once he was a few yards away, kicked off a smaller box to give him enough momentum to jump onto a metal container and dash towards the exit.
Ten minutes. Oh, he could do a fuck ton in ten minutes.
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