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Post by notbanned on Sept 28, 2006 14:51:40 GMT -5
Sara raised her mask to her face, and pulled the elastic over her head. It was a peculiar mask indeed, designed after a fox. The artwork was very intricate, red lines on blue, marking out the features of a fox, the eyes, the nose, and some extra lines just for the sake of it. It was a dark blue colour, the lines blood red. There were eyeholes, but somehow they were concealed, so her eyes were still shielded. Sara adjusted her mask briefly, and slipped on her navy blue jacket, glancing at the building opposite.
The building in question was a government building, and held huge amounts of secrets and money. It was their safe, in a way. All of the ill-gotten riches, and the darker secrets were hidden there, and there was a secret Sara wanted. The building was extremely large, and very well protected. It was almost foolish to break into it, but this secret that Sara wanted, it was worth facing death. Sara shrugged as she walked up to the fence surrounding the building and glanced sideways. No guards. This was her chance to get into the building. Without a second thought, she jumped over the fence, clearing the barbed wire easily, and running for the building.
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Post by jenova on Sept 29, 2006 12:05:45 GMT -5
Dave stood on the side of the street, glancing up and down carefully, his holy magic hiding his presence; he really didn’t need to be found, not with people asking how to contact his father for petty favours, and to ask for help. He surveyed the street once more, a figure catching his eye, it seemed to Dave they were studying the building across the street from him, a government building; he could see the sign.
Dave blinked, and then she was gone in a millisecond, his eyes darted frantically, he caught up to her again, she had jumped the fence, easily and was currently heading for the building, breaking the law. Something Dave couldn’t allow. He jumped slightly, but instead of gravity taking place, Dave hovered, and shot over the fence landing carefully on the ground, still shielding his presence, he ran after the women.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 29, 2006 12:25:44 GMT -5
Detective Ods watched the girl from his car across the street. His seat was leaned back, hat over his eyes. He smiled slyly, and adjusted his trench coat. He had been paid to catch thieves that the owner of the installation had expected to come, and now it was time that he earned that juicey paycheck. He undid his seatbelt, got out of his car, and walked up to the wall.
He produced a plastic card, and walked up to the entry gate of the installation. He simply flashed the card, and the gate slid down into the ground. He stepped over it, and the gate rocketed back up behind him with a loud bang. He then walked towards where he had seen the girl clear the fence, making sure his fedora was covering his face, his trenchcoat wrapped tightly, and his large gloves tightened. When people didn't know your face, it was much easier to go undercover.
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Post by shinikarukitsune on Sept 29, 2006 16:37:22 GMT -5
Kiet's booted feet dangled off the edge of a roof, his eyes half-closed and patient. Waiting. He had watched the kitsune-masked girl clear the fence to a mansion of a house from his high-up perch. Low on funds himself, he debated calmly with himself whether or not he needed the money that would be easy grabs when the woman was msking her escape. Whether it would have to be taken from her or from the house, he didn't care. It was the nessesity that he was considering.
His modern clothes clashed illy with his mood, but having light-weight and specially designed garments would appear more than awkward here. His tail twitched irritably as well as one of his ears. Then his mind was back on track. To take or not to take. He sighed. He might as well. Banks were scene-making, and the well-stocked homes around here had too much damn security.
The kitsune demon leaned forward marginally, readying his reflexes to keep him safe when the opportune moent came.
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Post by prime on Sept 29, 2006 17:27:18 GMT -5
Rohi frowned, seeing quite clearly in his minds eye a mixture of sound, smell, and pressure. It was quite clear he couldn't see, considering the bandana tied around his eye's. The shimmering picture of the world around him made it quite clear that their were several other people here. He shook his head, that would make it much more difficult to get in and out of the building unnoticed. His sixth sense was already going off, telling him to abandon his mission.
But he ignored it, he needed the money. He pulled another knife out of his belt, and stabbed it into the wall. There was a trail coming up all the way from the ground like that, knife holes in the wall, but it was to dark to see them. For a normal human anyways, at least, he hoped. He pulled himself up, and grabbed the vortex of sound, scent, and pressure that was the air duct. He silently pried the grill off, replacing the five knives in his belt, and rolling his shoulders. The one piece leather suit was rather chafing, and he tightened the belt buckles to try to keep the chafing down before he climbed into the vent.
He carefully replaced the grill behind him, and slowly crawled through the air ducts until he was over a storage room. He kicked the grill out, and jumped down. Slowly opening the storage room door, he stood to one side, allowing his senses to scan the hallway outside for opposition. Finding none, he slipped out of the storage room and crept carefully down the hallway. Laser security was around, but he didn't find it hard to avoid, as the lasers vibrated quite loudly to his ear's, and therefor weren't hard to avoid. He checked his body's magnetic sense, determining direction, then headed down and south, towards the ever present vault. "Gotcha!" He whispered.
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Post by notbanned on Oct 1, 2006 4:30:28 GMT -5
Sara ran to the wall, spinning as she ran and standing with her back to the wall. There was little security outside, but the security that was there was very tight. The guards were clad in bullet-proof and knife-proof armour, and armed with what looked like chainguns. It would be no easy feat to get into the building. She studied their movements as they patrolled. The main door was too obvious - there was no way she'd get past it. However, there were three other doors, each much less protected. It seemed that the guards walked past them, moved ten meters away, and then turned to walk back. There was her opportunity. She had to get in while they weren't looking.
The nearest door was barely twenty meters away, but around a curve. While she could see the guard, he could not see her, so she could tell when to run. He had turned, but he was still too close. Sara edged in, keeping an eye on the guard. He moved slowly, which was both good and bad. He would be able to hear her, but he also gave her more time to run. He had passed the door. Sara silently ran to the door and examined the door. No lock. No code. Nothing. This was almost too easy. Sara pushed the door open and closed it silently, now on the inside of the building. As soon as she closed it, she heard a lock click. She quickly turned and examined the door. She was locked in now. She turned again to examine the corridor in front of her.
It hurt her eyes. Everything was white. White walls, white floor, white doors. Everything. And it stretched on for miles, it seemed. Sara glanced down the corridor. Two guards were coming, apparently engaged in conversation. Sara dived to the side, and ran down the neighbouring corridor, pulling out what looked like a PDA. She tapped a few buttons, and a map of the building came up. "Not here..." She muttered. Her destination was on the other side of the building. Small green dots were marking out the guards. She tapped a few buttons, and tried to search for a ventilation system. There wasn't one. Sara frowned, that couldn't be right. She searched again. Nothing. Then, she searched for a way to let oxygen in and remove excess carbon dioxide.
"What...?" She muttered, turning a corner and glancing ahead of her. Empty corridor. In the corners of every corridor there were two tubes. They were not huge tubes, but they were big enough. One was releasing oxygen from outside, letting it flow through the building. The other was sucking in carbon dioxide, a sensor letting it know what it was taking and how to block the other gases. This wasn't going to be easy. She ducked into a nearby room, and sighed with relief. The room was not white, and it was abandoned. It seemed all the junked computers were being kept here. She ducked behind one that was near a corner, and loaded up her PDA again, plotting a route to her destination.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 6, 2006 10:29:50 GMT -5
Detective Ods continued, unconcerned, to take a branch in a different direction. He whistled a tune to himself, a small, lilting number. He walked up to a door with a touch pad, and quickly extended his sleeve over it while typing in the code to keep it hidden. He then produced a small cloth, and cleaned each and every key of fingerprints. He then stepped into the room, and began glancing at a wall of glowing monitors, waiting for a single misstep by the invaders.
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Post by prime on Oct 14, 2006 18:00:04 GMT -5
OOC: I think we can all agree this topic won't continue.
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Post by Damien on Oct 24, 2006 3:37:50 GMT -5
Agreed
IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY CHICKEN I BANISH THIS TOPIC TO THE SCRAP HEAP!!!
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