Miles’ Point of View
Brandon led the planning of the intrusion that last night. This morning he went to school as usual for a kid his age. At least we still have that going for us as a society. Education is a requirement for children under 16. While I know the skills necessary to pass the exception tests, I have to focus on making money and have little time to spare toward his education. More usefully for him when we’re together we focus on the skills that he will actually need rather than the simplistic view of “Reading, ‘Riting, ‘Rithmatic” that he gets from his public education.
Tonight on the way to meet up with Tommy I secured some ladders to fit Brandon’s plan. I placed them carefully covered in an alley near the building we were going to hit. The computer geek who calls himself “Z”, the smoking hot bomb-chick Hanna, and I reassured Tommy that we’d get him the device and the data plans with time to spare. The geek told Tommy that a chameleon cloak would greatly increase the chances of pulling of the job without detection. Tommy indicated he could get one in a couple of hours.
Hanna and I scoped out the building checking to ensure the pattern of the security guards had held. When Z made it over to us we used the ladders to get to the roof top. I pulled the ladder up after us making a little noise that caused the guard dog to bark, but nothing serious. Hanna cut through the stairwell door and we were in.
Sneaking quietly down the stairs Z found an office he could connect into the network from. He started doing the computer thing and Hanna and I made our way quietly downstairs toward the basement following his directions to the vault. We weren’t as stealthy as we should have been, but ran into no trouble getting down to the sub-basement.
Hanna started placing the thermite on the vault door and I began closing the doors around us, hoping to mute the noise that was sure to follow. It turned out that was not the best idea, because one of the guards came downstairs and noticed that all the doors had been closed. He patrolled around and came closer to us. I set myself to shoot him in case he discovered us.
He drew his pistol and I knew the gig was up. I fired at him. Amazingly he was able to dodge the shot from my Tudor pistol by falling to the floor. My Medici pistol caught him in the shoulder causing minimal damage, bleeding, but he could still fight.
His shot went wide of me. I continued firing at him. First, Tudor spat at him taking him in the chest. The tough bird was still breathing, so I let Medici finish him off.
Hanna kept her cool and finished her part of the job. We stepped away from the vault door while she blew it. I ran back to the door and strained to ease it to the floor. It landed with barely a thud. That thing was freaking heavy.
In the vault was the bionic arm we were looking for conveniently labeled with the model number. Device engineers were so predictable. We searched the vault, but found no data. I came across a sweet looking bionically enhanced .50 caliber rifle, but sadly we didn’t have time to snatch it. My pistols would do in most cases anyway. Z dug around in the computers and found the data we needed so Hanna stuffed the arm in her duffel bag and we made our way back upstairs.
On the floor we had left Z on we ran into another snag. One of the guards was waiting for us. I told Z to stay put while I handled it. I stepped out of the stairwell and with two puff from my pistols the guard was out of the picture. Taking down the opposition without letting them fire a shot was always preferable.
The three of us made it back to the roof, I slid the ladder back down and the goof with us practically gave me a heart attack. They made so much noise going down the ladder and up the ladder that spot lights lit up and the guards headed towards us. Even so, I managed to snag all three ladders and we all made it away cleanly.