Starring:
Featuring: Ecks and nasty guards Npc'd by Emily <3
Date: October 20th, 2009
Summary:
'Natalia' has a job to complete and things get hot at the end.
"Operation Duebar"
Rollin and Co
Every Monday at twelve o clock for the past three weeks, there has been a meeting that goes on for exactly an hour in the office of Robert Duebar, one of the top people in his company Rollin and Co.
A woman enters Mr. Duebar's office every Monday.. at twelve o clock.. today is no different. Except for the fact that the secretary seems to not be at her post.
Heels click on the surface of the floor as the woman makes her way towards his door. Wearing a long navy blue coat that is tightly belted and a pair of dark sunglasses. Her arched eyebrows raise as she notices the usual bubbly secretary isn't there. With a hint of a smile, the woman known to her clients as Natalia Glussko knocks lightly at the door. Her head tilted, a few dark red strands of hair falling into her face.
Without waiting for an answer, the woman opens the door and walks in to find a very happy blonde secretary without a top on, just a bra.. sitting on top of an older gentleman, grey hair and dark blue eyes. Mr. Duebar, blinks and shoves the blonde off, she gasps and covers herself before leaving the room.
"Forget what today is?" a light alto of a voice, comes from Natalia. She smirks and shuts the door, leaning against the door and tilting her head at the man. Her eyes hidden by the shades.
"You.. uh.. it might have slipped my mind." he says and buttons his shirt up fast and then is smoothing it down. "Did you do what I asked, the files?" she asks with a slight raise of her voice. The older man nods his head quickly and reaches into the drawer of his desk, he pulls an flash drive and holds it out to Natalia, who is unbuckling her coat and dropping it onto the floor.
Underneath the coat, a black tee showing midriff, a pair of dark and tight pants and the heels are slipped off. She walks over barefoot to his laptop and leans over, giving the man a nice view of her tummy as she takes her shades off, revealing a pair of light blue, luminous eyes, they squint in concentration as she plugs the drive in and connects a cord to a little hole in her shades, instantly a green tint falls over the lenses. These babies were a gift from a client.. a prototype. Gift as in, she stole them.
"Very good, Mr. Duebar." She says and then walks over to her closet and opens the doors to reveal a black box in the corner, she sits on her knees and draws it all. Opening it reveals a long black belt with a few gadgets and tools on them. She buckles it around her and then pulls out a pair of black flat soled shoes, which she slips on and then stands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "You remember the plan?" she says and arches an eyebrow, removing the long, red wig she was wearing. Long raven dark tresses fall down to her back and she quickly ties a band around it, placing it in a ponytail. "This is going to take twenty minutes." They have been planning this down to a tee. "Any longer.. and you and I are screwed. I have a buyer ready for the product in exactly an hour." She looks down at her watch and when the sunglasses fade back to their black, mirror like surface she walks over to the laptop and unplugs them. Placing them on her face again, she grins at the man and wiggles her fingers. "See you soon."
Two last things are drew from the box, a long slivery device, shaped like a gun, lines and string hanging from it and then a earpiece, she flicks the switch to turn it on and then places it in her ear. It automatically starts ringing. "Contact." She says as she opens the window to Mr. Duebar's office.
The call through the earpiece rings through to Ecks, Lucille's partner in all of this eventual madness. He's sitting within the comfy confines of his little lair, or the Technocave, as he so affectionately likes to call it. In reality? It's some specialized bunker, equipped with ridiculous high voltage wiring to feed all of his babies, aka, his massive, uber-powerful machines. No expense was spared to create this glorious shrine to geekdom, as he's faithfully recreated the Matrix's operator setup: 8 massive LCD screens face him in a gentle curve, the top ones angled down slightly. They're wired into the massive rack behind him, the huge black case submerged in mineral oil to throw off the massive quantities of heat.
When you call, he slides on his operator's headset, cracking his fingers before he presses the button on the earpiece to take the call. "Operator, how may I direct your call?" he answers, sweetly, playing on the sidekick role he's gotten used to filling.
"I'm in." she says and then puts a hand on the window sill. The other going to her sunglasses, pressing the switch on them. Presto overlay of maps and stats. "There are how many guards now?" she asks sweetly right back to Ecks, her voice has an accent.. something foreign.. but also definitely New York. Running a hand along the gun like tool she hefts it on her shoulder, pressing the trigger a spear like object flies from her and into the window of the building directly across and one story below from her. Just as planned. Mr. Duebar is watching Natalia with a serious expression, he's paid a lot of money for this.
"Going in." she says softly and then after hooking the grappling gun to the window sill and making sure it was steady enough, off she goes. Zipping down the line, Robert is given a wink before she disappears from view. Her legs are tucked as she prepares to roll into the room, which she does. Falling into the wall, she slides down to the ground and gets to her feet. "Ah yes. Totally smooth landing ensured you said." Not entirely mad, but definitely teasing.
"How many outside?" Her back to the wall near the door. The building is supposedly closed for reconstruction, just a cover for whatever Rollin and Co is hiding across the street from their very own headquarters.
Through the headpiece, you can hear the man typing away, manuevering thrings around his screen so that all the information you could ever need on this endeavor is lined up someplace he can see it. Building blueprints, wiring diagrams for electricity, telecom, water, everything, on adaptable layers that shift based on where your signal transmits from on the building's floorplan. If there's anyone to help you on this one, it's Ecks, a self-styled Neo when it comes to his computer-hacking skills. That, and he's up to speed on all the technology.
It's because of that that he's able to answer you. "None on this floor, but you got BigBoy coming up the north stairwell he informs you." For a week or so prior to this heist, he rigged a handful of cameras out on light posts around the building keeping track of guard schedules, and even the guards themselves, putting together pseudo-psychology profiles on all of them, right down to how much stuff they bring for lunch on their shift. "He's had his lunch, so if you punch him, he'll probably spew" he so helpfully informs you.
"Ah.. BigBoy. I don't want his lunch on me.. turkey sandwich?" She says with a light smirk and then she is opening the door and sprinting down to the door where the stairwell is, she's gotta go down.. way down for the prize that's Mr.Duebar's whatever it is he wants. With a huff of breath, something.. changes within her. Her body seems to twitch and become more alive, it's a smooth transition to this altered state.
Her movements are faster than what can be considered normal human capabilities, no where near super speed. With a roguish grin, she lifts her leg as she nears the door and kicks it in hard.
Ecks once again pulls through on his timing. Boy has his own atomic clock in the Technocave. Like, a real, honest-to-God atomic clock, cesium atoms and all, linked up to his machines. Apparently, computer time isn't accurate enough for him, and he moaned and pouted until he got his atomic clock. Of course, he does have a pretty huge e-peen to say he has a FREAKING ATOMIC CLOCK right in his Technocave. BUT! It pays off in spades, time and time again. You hit the door right as he reaches out with his big, beefy hand to take ahold of the knob.
BAMF! Boot, meet solid steel door. Solid steel door, meet human skull. There's a pretty sick crack as the edge of the door hits his mother-flippin' skull…then he's mother-flippin' ass over end down 15 very solid concrete steps. It's…kind of comical to watch this 300 pounder roll down the steps…almost. Until he gets to the landing, groaning and bleeding out all over the place.
"One down." She says and is sure to not slip on the blood of the guard as she jumps down the stairs, three at a time. When she reaches the landing and she looks over the railing. "This is going to take to long."
With that, she is jumping over the railing and landing on the next landing down. Her legs spread out about her and then she takes off at a run, one.. two.. three! More levels of stairs before she looks at the door to the hallway and opens it slowly. The elevator that goes down the rest of the way is here.
Before you go through the door, you hear the staticy burst that comes on the earpiece before Ecks makes contact. "Hey…sorry about that! What'd I miss? Oh man, BigBoy is down…SCORE!" he exclaims. "But you might want to rev up before heading out into the elevator lobby on that floor. There's three slices of lite bacon out there, one walking around and one right at the elevator you need. Other's on the opposite at the other lobby." Lite bacon is his way to avoid saying rent-a-cops, which are, of course, pigs.
The elevator lobby he talks about is at mid-building level, one of those that has the turbo elevators that go 1-30 only, then 30-60 or whatever only, so that you can get to your specific floor faster after separating out here. "One in the lobby doesn't go anywhere. The drifter is in the opposite lobby. GodDAMN I'm good at this!" he hollers. In the background, you can hear him crank up his deathmetal, then the inevitable whooshing static on the mic as he headbangs. But then, there's a thumping crash and a muffled "SHIT!" on the other end…as he headbangs too hard and his wheeled chair rolls out from under him and dumps him facefirst in a geeky heap on the floor in front of his desk. It's not the first time, that's the sad part.
"You know Ecks.." The dark haired woman shakes her head, knowing what that is the sound of. "You should really learn from that." She says and cracks her knuckles before opening the door the rest of the way and sprinting across towards the guard near the elevator, leaping up into the air and wrapping her legs around the man, she takes him down and rolls to the metal doors. Pressing the button, "Going down." She says and then braces herself for the next guards that are still on the floor with her.
Thankfully, this poor, poor man never saw you coming. "Ooooh man, you could totally go into WWE" Ecks comments, as he climbs back into his chair. He's just caught the end of your freakin' Gail Kim move, and he doesn't intend to let you know. "You could school all of those Divas" he comments, now using the security feeds on these lower, finished, levels. The upper floors have only minimal lighting and wiring and all to allow for the illusion that this giant safe of a building is actually under rennovation. "No guards in the elevator, but…" There's a loud slap of keyboard on the other end, as he emphatically slaps the enter key. "OPEN SESAME!" he calls out in his deepest, wavering voice, as if him using the building systems to make the door open is magic. "You're clear from the other side…unless you want to get the other two so they don't find this lucky fellow."
"Ya know.. I do wonder.. how often you get out of the.. er cave." She teases lightly and is brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes before she enters the elevator and shakes her head as it starts it's descent down. "Ok.. this elevator music sucks. It's been ten minutes and Natalia knows this by the watch on her wrist. "We have ten more minutes." She says and then looks at the elevator door.
DING
Well.. hello there room with guards. Lucille begins her sprint, dodging blows and slamming her elbows into people before she moves fast through the guards there and comes to a door.. a red door. "Got it, she says and then she throws her hands out behind her and though nothing is seen coming from her hands, the next thing that happens.. the guards are on the floor. Choking and some even vomiting. She smirks and puts her hand on her hip as she opens the door and enters a small room.
Inside, a silver case can be seen there in the middle laying on a table, surrounded by a few strings and trip wires. Natalia quirks an eyebrow. "You getting this?" her video feed from the shade linked back to Ecks. "This is seriously booby trapped."
"Yeah…yeah, I'm getting it now. Serious isn't even the right word. This is…epic. Like…total holocaust action if you trip those. That's all rigged to about a ton of C4 rigged up in the structural columns of the build. And I mean a ton in each column, right in the concrete. And there's 16 columns holding up this building. So, uh…don't trip them, ya? Or else downtown goes bye bye." He clicks and types away for a few seconds.
"Ok, so those are pretty serious riggings. If they get stretched or go slack more than few milimeters, they trip. Soooo, little Miss Microwave, you can't melt them or anything. You can't stretch them either. And, they went all super old school on this too. Look." Inside the trip wire, nearer the case is a laser grid surrounding the case; he shows you by overlaying the image on the glasses you wear. "So…yeah. How're we going at this? Go down…" he can't help but snicker on the other end. "…and then come back up right under it?"
"This sure is a pickle." Tapping her finger on her chin, she looks around the room before she squints her eyes and then sighs. "Ecks.. I'm going to be going offline. The exit is.. where we discussed last time right?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrow.
Natalia doesn't have time to get through these booby traps the careful way, she's got on trick up her sleeve that can fix this all.
"Well, yeah…assuming they haven't you know…like rotated the building or anything. And since things have been the same thus far, I'm going to assume that's not the case! Also…assuming you don't decide to blow up downtown, because then the exit would be, you know, BURIED!" In the Technocave, Ecks is shaking his legs nervously, sitting on the edge of his chair, hoping you're not going to do what he thinks you're going to do.
"I won't blow up downtown." She says softly and thus begins the procedure of working her way through the wires, agile and graceful the woman twist her body and turns so that she will not hit them, until she is mid way through. "Ok, screw my plan and then she reaches out her hand and a white light emits from them, all around her.. the wires are turning to ash, a storm of ashes fly around her and then she is standing where the lasers are and she tilts her head.
"Ecks.. I'll see you in a few hours." She says and then blows him a kiss through the earpiece before she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, hands outstretched in front of her.. she clenches her hands and then releases them, a pure white light blasting from around her in all angles.. she watches the lasers flicker and then disappear. She strides forward and takes her sunglasses off, placing them into her pocket she lifts the case up and begins to walk out of the door. "This wasn't all that bad.." she whispers to herself, just as she is beginning to open the door to the room.
The last thing you hear on the other end of the line, right after you blow him a wet, smoochy kiss is a rather loud groaning. "Oh God…oh God" he moans, before the line goes all fuzzy and dead. The laser grid is dead. The radios are dead. Everything in the whole building is dead. It's not until some of the guards don't hear the regular checkins from the other guards that they realize something is wrong.
Of course, the treasure is in the basement, a giant concrete safe with just that one elevator and one stairwell in or out. And of course, the elevator is dead now. So it's hoof it up about 10 stories back to ground level to get out. And of course, allllll the guards are rallied around that door in the lobby, just waiting for you. You can see them through the little window!
After making it up the stairs and she's breathing hard, not using her ability to boost herself up. No.. she needs it for this right here. "Shit." she says in Italian. Her eyes wide and then she is shaking out her few strands of hair that fall into her face and she is kicking the door open, sprinting towards the group of guards in front of her.
"Here we go." She says softly to herself and then she's running full tilt towards the doors.
"What the fuck? Is she fucking stooooopid!!" calls out one of the guards. They all have their guns drawn, pointing at the door. When you bust through with that big silver case, they all grin. "Shoot her ass!" they call out, and then they open fire. These rental cops are armed with dinky little snubnose revolvers, the sort that undercover cops use. They're dinky guns, and they're in the arms of awful guards. Some shots get lucky and whiz by, but mostly, they just shoot into the marble wall aroudn the elevators and stairwell door, trashing the fine lobby. Still…they're SHOOTING at her? Is she gonna take that shit?
Oh no, she isn't taking it. With a light smirk, she ducks down and then spreads her legs, in her free hand, a large.. fireball is generated. Her eyes change from their light blue coloring to a fiery, glowing orange. With a grunt she is tossing fireball after fireball at these men, her movements quick and subtle. She lays the suitcase down so that she can throw two fireballs at a time at the men, her lips open in a grin. Upon the contact, the fires would spread and pretty soon. You would have charred guards there.
After she is done with throwing things at the guards, she looks down at discovers that she has been grazed in the arm by a bullet. "Ouch." She says softly, her eyes fading back to their original color before she slips her glasses back on and jogs towards the doors.
Fireballs erupt from her hands with massive WHOOOOSHing sounds, like giant flamethrowers. Huge, incendiary projectiles are flying over the lobby; they're so huge, she doesn't really need to aim beyond 'see guard, fire in general direction.' And even though they're huge, they're fast. Each guard barely has a chance to get out of the way before he's struck with massive balls of fire. Their awful, cheesy polyester uniforms easily catch on fire, and soon enough, there's ashy piles and charred remains where each guard used to be, their guns melted down into little puddles of molten liquid. The tile floor of the lobby is melted under the paths the fireballs took, all eminating from the point where she split down to unload on them. Nothing left of them now except smoking corpses. As she makes her escape, their remains trigger the smoke detectors, and the alarms begin to blare, as she makes her way easily across the courtyard, prize in hand.
So she said there would be no killing in this job.. she'll try harder in the next job. With a look behind her shoulder, she holds her hand out briefly as if she is collecting something and then she drops it, her deed accomplished. With a final look around the place, she runs out of the courtyard and sure enough, there is a black Honda waiting for her to drive. She slides into the driver seat and starts up the car. "Away we go." She rips the hair tie out of her hair and shakes it out, grinning at herself in the mirror, she tears off. Moments later.. the police and fire trucks arriving, it doesn't matter this won't get to the press because whatever the company was hiding they don't want to get out.
So Lucille gets to live another day.. for now..