Post by ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ on Nov 26, 2015 14:56:12 GMT -5
Conner Bishop stood on the roof of one of the huge downtown skyscrapers. This particular building housed many high-profile buildings, including a few law offices and insurance firms. More importantly, and perhaps less known, was the small office run by a diamond smuggler, posing as a rare art dealer. The cover wasn't anywhere near good enough to fool Conner.
The tall young man wore all black, tight black pants--not leather--and a slim black shirt along with comfortable shoes. He'd opted for a black cloth over his eyes, with eyeholes, to hide his face that night. Really, a simple Balaklava was much simpler, but with the mask he felt like a ninja. He liked feeling like a ninja. He checked his rig one last time before hooking the carabineer to his harness. "Geronimo," he said with a grin before jumping off the roof. His feet hit the side of the building after he dropped a few feet and he repelled the rest of the way down to the fourteenth floor. Two minutes later he was in the building, no alarms and not a sound.
He moved swiftly to the picture on the office wall and removed it, revealing the safe in the wall. He'd scouted the room earlier that day, pretending to be a client that--eventually--declined to take the man's services. He hadn't been sure, but people were pretty predictable. Perhaps next time someone could hide the safe behind a tapestry. Everyone could use a good tapestry. He checked his watch before sliding his backpack off and unzipping the main pocket.
Conner had to give the man some credit. He might have a crappy hiding place, but the safe was state of the art. After some digging, he'd found the record of the guy purchasing the safe two months ago. He could crack most of the cheaper safes by touch, but he had brought his equipment for this one. Two minutes, he thought. Then he got to work. About two minutes and fifteen seconds later, he had a bag of diamonds in his backpack and was heading back to the window. That's when the sirens sounded down on the street.
The tall young man wore all black, tight black pants--not leather--and a slim black shirt along with comfortable shoes. He'd opted for a black cloth over his eyes, with eyeholes, to hide his face that night. Really, a simple Balaklava was much simpler, but with the mask he felt like a ninja. He liked feeling like a ninja. He checked his rig one last time before hooking the carabineer to his harness. "Geronimo," he said with a grin before jumping off the roof. His feet hit the side of the building after he dropped a few feet and he repelled the rest of the way down to the fourteenth floor. Two minutes later he was in the building, no alarms and not a sound.
He moved swiftly to the picture on the office wall and removed it, revealing the safe in the wall. He'd scouted the room earlier that day, pretending to be a client that--eventually--declined to take the man's services. He hadn't been sure, but people were pretty predictable. Perhaps next time someone could hide the safe behind a tapestry. Everyone could use a good tapestry. He checked his watch before sliding his backpack off and unzipping the main pocket.
Conner had to give the man some credit. He might have a crappy hiding place, but the safe was state of the art. After some digging, he'd found the record of the guy purchasing the safe two months ago. He could crack most of the cheaper safes by touch, but he had brought his equipment for this one. Two minutes, he thought. Then he got to work. About two minutes and fifteen seconds later, he had a bag of diamonds in his backpack and was heading back to the window. That's when the sirens sounded down on the street.
