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Wrong place at the wrong time...

Church Thanatos

Super-Earth
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Jan 17, 2011
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It was a day unlike any other. People woke up in their beds, either excited to greet the day, or sullen in the repetition of their existence. Either way they rose, to get dressed and get ready for work.

Downtown at one of the cities most prominent bank, things were going on per usual. The tellers had opened their tills, assisting the customers with a myriad of bank duties, and everything seemed alright, no one even paid any attention to the customers who had been coming and going. Even the guards on duty were lax, I mean, it was the 21st century, nobody robbed banks anymore.

Around 10a.m. was when he entered, dressed in a finely tailored suit, carrying a satchel over his shoulder, seemed a little odd, but hey. When you lived in a city as big as this one, you got used to the oddities of some people. Waiting in line like everyone else, until it was finally his turn in front of the teller. A charming grin as he removed those sunglasses. When asked how he could be helped he responded by sliding a piece of paper across the way. When she opened it up, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped in shock. With a low voice, and a shake of his head. "Don't even attempt the silent alarm....the signal has been blocked." Glancing down to his watch. "The telephone lines are being cut.....now."

With a look around, he would see some of the other bank workers, looking at their receivers, playing with their phones, wondering how their calls were just abruptly cut off. A bored sigh. "And if you want to check your phone, you'll see that a cellular jammer has been put in place, tsk tsk tsk. Such a shame when technology fails you isn't it?"

He stepped back from her, one hand reaching into that satchel, and pulling out a Heckler & Koch UMP, done up in a .45 caliber, it was safe to say this little baby packed a punch. Snapping his fingers with his free hand, it was at that time that two of his associates, both of whom were dressed in very similar expensive looking suits. who had slowly moved into position would assault, and disarm the two guards on duty. Having pulled weapons from their own means. Both from suitcases. All three of them were armed with the same weapon. With a smile on his face, Luc would hop up onto the bank tellers counter, his voice loud and commanding. "If everyone cooperates we can all go home to see our families." That 'trust-me' grin still on his face. "Though believe me when I say, you play a hero, you're as good as dead." A chuckle, "And this isn't one of those empty threats, like in the movies....where if you play a hero we'll just let it slide." A nod towards the associate to his left, who was in the process of screwing on a silencer to the threaded barrel of his UMP, once on, he'd put a bullet into the head of one of the guards.

"So Now that I have your attention." His gaze would turn to the teller. "Why don't you get your manager, and we can get this little show on the road."
 
"There's no need for you to hurt anyone else." Claire's voice was strong and even. Her eyes finding the ringleader, her hands up just below her chest to show she was unarmed and not a threat.

" I will do what ever you wish, just please, there is no reason for anyone else to be hurt. You only need me, I have to codes and access." She moved into his field of vision, placing herself between him and the rest of the bank. She met his eyes, hoping her saw the sincerity in them and not the terror beneath her calm exterior.

" I promise to do what ever you ask, and with out a fight" She could feel the sweat begin to bead in the small of her back. She needed these people to be out of harms way.
 
"Well now, look at that, the voice of reason admist the chaos." Step closer taken weapon held loosely in one hand, not feelin at all worried given the fact he had two people he trusted at his back. An idle wave of his hand. "Both of you, take them and put em in the managers office." An order which his compatriots took to rapidly ushering the crowd of silent worried people out of the lobby. Attention still on this woman he started from her head and his gaze travled down to her feet before rising again, a slight smirk on his lips. "Brave or stupid....can't tell which. But im pretty sure you wish I never set foot in your bank." A chuckle as he walked toward her prodding her gently. "Alright then, open it."
 
Claire pushed her silver and lime green glasses up, as she regarded him, refusing to wither under his scrutiny. Standing her full 5'9 in her flats, she met his eyes once they made their way back to hers, the long pause he took at her chest was not unnoticed.
"Damn right, on both accounts. But that doesn't change you're here, and have already unnecessarily ruined one family, there is no need for more." Her voice was even, but Claire was quaking on the inside.

She'd worked with Jason for five years, his wife had been his high school sweetheart, their two year old little girl now would never know her father. She bit back the sob tugging in the back of her throat. Tears pricked at her eyes as he moved close to her, his hand on the small of her back, in almost an intimate gesture as he commanded her to open the safe room. She turned and looked at him.

" You seem to be a man of your word given the way your "men" respond to you, before I open this I need your word, you will let them go, unharmed once you get your money. " Claire indicated the hostages now locked in her over sized office. "They have done nothing to deserve this, your assurance, and I will open it all." Claire knew she was pushing his buttons but this was HER bank dammit, and these people her responsibility.
 
She withstood his gaze without flinching, she said her piece, and now she saw fit to make demands of him. "First...I don't think it was unnecessary. Though I imagine you wouldn't know since this is probably your first bank robbery....BUT, if you don't make it known right away that you aren't afraid to spill a little blood....or even. End a life. There will be the one in the crowd that thinks they are a superhero...and we like to nip that in the bud right off the bat." A motion back towards the body. "He knew what he was getting himself into when he was hired here, he knew the risks and he probably loved his job." A shrug of his shoulders. Though when she asked him about the other patrons he gave her a smile.

Though it didn't reach his eyes, nothing seemed to bother him to much. "OF course, after I get what I want they will all go free."
 
Claire watched him intently, looking deceit and any trace of a small piece of compassion and not finding it. She noted his smile when he spoke did not reach his eyes.
“Alive and free, ” Claire stated, not wanting to be tripped up on a technicality. Death was a form of freedom if one thought about it. She had a feeling from his words and the way he handled himself that he was not a stranger to that fact either. She turned to the door on the safe room, where the main vault and the safety deposit boxes were. She punched in a code on the pad, and placed her finger over the illuminated patch. She turned back to face him before completing the sequence, knowing it would grace her a few moments before setting the alarm.
“I have one more step, and then it’s all yours...promise me, they all go alive and free, and I will finish the opening sequence.” Claire’s confident air slipped a notch as he stiffened just a bit, before he spoke.
 
PickleChiffon said:
Claire watched him intently, looking deceit and any trace of a small piece of compassion and not finding it. She noted his smile when he spoke did not reach his eyes.
“Alive and free, ” Claire stated, not wanting to be tripped up on a technicality. Death was a form of freedom if one thought about it. She had a feeling from his words and the way he handled himself that he was not a stranger to that fact either. She turned to the door on the safe room, where the main vault and the safety deposit boxes were. She punched in a code on the pad, and placed her finger over the illuminated patch. She turned back to face him before completing the sequence, knowing it would grace her a few moments before setting the alarm.
“I have one more step, and then it’s all yours...promise me, they all go alive and free, and I will finish the opening sequence.” Claire’s confident air slipped a notch as he stiffened just a bit, before he spoke.

There was a sigh that escaped his, lips a nod of his head. "All of them will go alive and free when you open the damn safe." Motioning towards the door, with a glance to his watch. "Now open the fuckin thing before I have to ruin another family." The way he stared at her she new he wasn't joking, the way those cold eyes bored into her, it should be well known that if she toyed with him, nothing would save the people of this bank. "Now i've held up my end of the bargain so far....how about you?"
 
Claire took a deep breath, knowing she had pushed her luck with him. But mildly satisfied as well, she bowed her head and completed the sequence on the vault. A large gasping sigh signalled the release of the seal, and she stepped back to allow the door to swing open. She gestured for him to go first, so she could deactivate the second alarm. As she typed in the code a bullet proof door closed sealing them safely into the vault. She turned to him.
“There, the actual safe is in the back, “ she started walking towards it, “ but these,” she motioned to the safety deposit boxes, “ are all free, it will take me just another moment to open the actual safe.”
Claire turned her back to him as she reached the safe, she spun the dial left and right and back again, and a soft click and hiss sounded as it popped open.
 
He ignored the safety deposit boxes. Oh yes he did his research. This wasn't a rush slap and dash job. He researched their big name clinetele checked when the armored truck pick ups were. This was the day before and he had a rough estimate on how much was supposed to be in that back vault. A good enough idea to know if she was fucking with him or not. He watched her, for any hint that she was trying to pull a fast one. Hey when you dealt with criminals your whole life, someone being straight with you was an odd thing. "Either you have a steel spine, or this isn't your first robbery."

A blink, where the hell had that come from, he wasn't the small talk 'chatty' type so why the hell was he starting now?
 
She moved away from the vault safe. She nudged her glasses again a slight flush in her cheeks.
"It is the first time, but coming from a family of cops and hearing their stories," she paused her voice cracking when she next spoke "Nothing in here is more valuable than someones life,everyone of those people in the have family or friends who love them and would be devestated if theey didn't come home." She looked up at him a tear slipping down her cheek. Claire believed what she said with all her heart, but it reminded her she was not one of those,if she didn't make it home tonight the only person who'd notice, thanks to the man in front of her was dead. Everyone else might just notice when their bank didn't open as scheduled. She sighed swipping at her cheek, angry she couldn't hold it together.
"This is what you came for isn't it?"
 
Now that got a laugh from him. "You say that but look at the world around you. People kill eachother for less, start wars for less. Oh sure to save face in public they put on a grand show with high mightier than though reasons but in the end it comes down to the haves and the have nots, and those have nots kill to get wwhat they want while the haves kill to get more." A shake of his head as he motioned her towards the entrance of the vault. "There a way to raise that glass without closing everything up?"
 
Claire regarded him closely.
"Someone must have done a number on you, to make you so cynical. There is a lot of selfishness, we are all human, but there sometimes exsists true kindness too. Those people may or maynot be grateful when they get home, but they will learn somethingi hope. And may you might too."
Her eyes followed his gesture to the glass.
"There is, but your window once its open will be 10 minutes, longer than that the internal silent alarm will go...and I don't have a code for that, it was designed to trigger in the event of prolonged exposure." She smoothed her brown hair away from her face and watched the expression on his. He was handsome, in a different situation even stunning, but he also had a menacing air, and arrogance. Claire let her eyes wander over him though while he ploted.
 
A wry smile at her comment. Perhaps she had struck close to home with that one, but he didn't rise to the bate, just a non-committal shrug was all she received. When she made mention of the glass he thought for a moment working through the numbers, a peek into the room. A nod as if he decided something. "Ten minutes will be long enough. Open it." When she moved to do as he instructed he stepped out into the lobby, putting a hand to his lips to whsitle and started barking orders. "You two grab the bags, collect as much as you can and drag it out here, any less then ten mil, im taking it out of your cut." They hurried to comply as he took up a position so he could watch the people trapped in the office and his delightfully efficent host.

During there time he could feel her eyes studying him, not in a way of overpowering or out smarting, but as a woman appreciates a man. Noticing the dark hair cut short-ish though still held a bedhead look with a small uncurable cowlick. The sharp lines of his face, and the way his body filled out that custom tailored suit, exemplifying the lean and toned swimmers phsyique. Piercing blue eyes of a very interesting shade glanced at her. "Oh, you'll be coming with us until we know we're safe." A winning grin. Since he had said he would let everyone else go, but she had never once included herself in the deal she struck earlier.
 
Claire nodded at his words, respecting she'd been right but also him for not rising to the taunt. She'd known he'd need a hostage. That was part of why when she stepped up she had left herself out of the equation. Claire turned and pressed in the code for the glass. She stood back and watched as he barked orders. She'd bet he had military training given his effecientcy. When he grabbed her arm roughly she jolted back to the reality, she was now his.
 
They worked with an efficiancy that spoke volumes of their doing this before, hell they even had gauged local police response times down to the second so there was no slap dash rush once they knew the silent alarm had been triggered. Once the money was out in its duffles, one of the men was dirrected to collect security tapes while the other began hauling bags out to the car. Luc stayed with the woman relaxing his grip on her arm after a moment, a slight twinge in the back of his mind. He had felt kind of bad, because if she bruised easily there would be an imprint on her upper arm in a few days.

"Time to go." With the tapes/or harddrives destroyed depending on what they used for the cameras it was down to witness statements and he was fammilar the wide dissary people normally were in, hell he would put money on the fact one of the witnesses would say the ring leader was a black man. Escorting her out to the waiting expedition he put her in the rear seat before sliding in after her.
 
Claire had winced when he grabbed her arm, she was willing to bet there would be a mark. She unconsciously worried her lower lip with her teeth as she was forced into the van. Her heart pounding as he slid in tight next to her, the heat radiating from his thigh nearly scorching hers through her thin stockings. Claire nearly laughed aloud, what a day. she'd chosen to dress a bit sexy. She'd done her legs in the shower this morning and then decided to put on her best silk stockings just because. It wasn't like she had anyone to wear them for, and having the garter and stockings under her skirt felt risky. Well risky was certainly the word of today now wasn't it? Claire focused herself out the window and tried not to think, either about him or how this day was shapping up full of more irony and missery than she ever thought to imagine!
 
They had eased away from the bank, all with a carefully laid out plan, traded vehicles, the van for a four door suv about three blocks away before setting the van on fire. With of course the aide of gasoline. Pretty much by the time the police showed up at the bank. The van was on fire and they were more then ten blocks away. still sitting next to her, he turned his head.

"So...bet when you woke up this mornin you never in your wildest thought this was going to happen." A slight arch of an eyebrow, a hint of laughter in his voice. It was like a different person, once the 'job' was done he was much easier with his words, the sort of commanding tone he had adopted faded out the window and it seemed like a person who had just stepped out of costume, or a role. Slight upnod in her direction. "Looks like you had plans after work. Play nice might just make 'em" comment made about her choice of dress, oh yes he had noticed and other than being a hostage, under different circumstances he would have definately tried his hand at picking her up.
 
Claire blushed scarlet at his comment. Guess he could feel the garters as his thigh pressed against hers. She smiled sad and wistful as she turned away from him. His tone had lightened making his voice so easy to listen to, and lost in.
"...I lead a very quiet existance, but I enjoy dressing up for myself. mind. you," she paused turning to look at him again. "Had I known I would have been more appropriately dressed." Claire turned back to the window, let him take that comment anyway he wished. She felt his finger slide along the line of her garter, causing her breath to catch as she turned back seeing the humour dancing in his eyes.
"Some how I imagine for all your carefull planning you weren't planning on being saddled with me." For as much as she didn't care for her own wellfare, she knew she'd landed herself in a situation where the odds were not in her favour. She unconciously licked her lower lip with her tongue before bitting just the corner of it with her teeth, her hands stiffly laid in her heart shapped lap.
 
"Well now, a quiet existence isn't something to be proud of. Boring really." A grin. "You have to live..." Trailing off at that as he looked forward staring out the window. When she spoke of being saddled with her, that broke his reverie and he turned back to face her, surprisingly enough his hand was resting on her thigh, near where her hands were entwined on her lap. "You're right, I consider it a happy accident....because out of all the research never really figured to look at the bank teller, they're normally all the same so I never have to worry about it." A shrug of his shoulders, it was the truth. Most tried to say they didn't know, or the money was gone, or some other such nonsense which upset him and his men, and made it take longer than it had to.

"You're the first one to be so civil about this whole thing." Now to see how he could get her to react he caught her eyes with his own, locking them down. "So, how'd you like to be part of the crew?" Was he teasing? Partly, was there any truth to his comment....who was to say it was a very real possibility. Was it because he saw something in her, or perhaps just the sight of her stirred something inside him. He wasn't even sure himself. "Can do a whole Bonnie and Clyde thing?"
 
Claire's breath caught in her throat. He thought she was just a teller. OH God she was in trouble. She hadn't been schdeuled today but Jason's wife had called in as their 2 yearold was sick, her choice meant their little girl was only missing her father and not a complete orphan. Claire looked down at his hand so close to hers. There was something nearly sweet about him now. Maybe he was just as alone as she. Claire made the choice,she had to believe he'd not kill her, but she braced herself internally for his anger. She slid her hand over his, her skin soft and smooth versus his calloused hand. This was a man who had done labour at some point. She tilted her head to look into his eyes, catching the briefest flash of something as her hands clasped his in her lap.
I'm not a teller, a teller never would have known those codes or the secruity bypass.."she trailed off watching his reaction. She offered a slight smile and damned fate in the same breath, had they met normally she would have melted under his scrutiny and been begging for his touch at the sound of his voice. Claire broke eye contact first, gazing back out the window a sole tear escaping down her cheek. She was so fucked.
 
"Hmm? Oh I know you're not a teller...you are absolutely correct there is no way you could have known those codes." Though if she wanted to confuse him she sure was doing a damn fine job. The grasping of his hand made him think he was getting somewhere though the way she turned her face away from him, and the glitter of sunlight off the tear track told him she was afraid that he would do something terrible. Sigh now what was he going to do. Turning to look out his own window, "Since you didn't cause any problems and followed orders like a good little manager you have three choices. I could drop you off right here and now, could drop you off at your home, or you can come with us?"
 
Claire listened to her choices, and absently stroked at his hand, he had such intriguing powerful hands.
The rational part of her said "get out now", if he dropped her off right this second, she could make her way back to the city, back to her quiet life and forget about today, but by now the police would be scouring looking for her. To miraculously appear, she'd have to face some tough interrogation, but that would be the safe answer. The fact he even offered, meant he trusted her not to turn him in, and that realization meant option one was not an option. He didn't trust easily, she'd seen that, and while he'd not committed, she'd lay money on him being seriously betrayed by a woman before, she would not be the one to continue that cycle.
Option two, set her heart pounding. For him to know where she lived, not that he couldn't find out anyway, but the intimacy of having him in her home...that was dangerous. She was already intrigued, something a man hadn’t sparked in her for a while, however having him in her house, the essence of him reminding her every time she turned around, that just sparked a teenage fantasy of every potential knock on the door would be him, resurfacing. Not a safe option, Claire could imagine jumping out of her skin every time the door went either from fear or anticipation, nope definitely not safe.
And three, now wasn't that interesting. It was the second time he'd mentioned going with them, maybe she wasn't the only one who had felt that bit of a spark. But logistically this would be a nightmare. She'd literally have to disappear, and while that was easy, parents gone, only child, no significant other, there would still be possessions to disperse and her house to sell. Not a safe option either, especially not for her heart.
But it would make life exciting.
Claire looked down at their hands, he hadn't pulled away, but she could sense his confusion.
"For all your careful planning, you would risk capture by taking me home? At this moment? That doesn’t make any sense. My home is likely crawling with cops, and they are trying to figure out if I was part of an inside job or not. “ She paused, and brought his fingertips to her lips, to show her sincerity, “ But, thank you for offering, I know it took a lot to do so.” Her eyes met his, and she smiled as she placed his hand back onto her thigh. “I don’t know if it is the best idea, but I think the smartest one for you right now is to take me with you, give you time to figure out how things are going to work.”
 
"Likely, but the people at the bank wont be able to give a good description. Its a nominal risk at best." A shrug of his shoulders as they reached the drop off point, he gave a parting squeeze to her thight telling her to wait in the truck while he and his men got out, opening up the back they seperated their ill gotten gains. And his two cohorts got into their own cars and drove off, that left him and her alone with the suv, opening up her door he gave her that winning smile. "Can either stay back here, or join me up front?" Holding the door for her, he didn't know why he felt the need to tell her but he did anyways. "We normally split after a job and disappear, a year tops until we need to meet again. No one tells anyone where they are goin on the off chance one of us gets pinched he really doesn't know where his buddies are." He had to laugh cause it was a good system. Leaving her door open he moved to slide into the driver seat. Still talking to her. "Just so your well aware....you made your choice let's hope you don't have any second thoughts."
 
“That does make sense,” Claire nodded as she moved out of the back seat. “You must have been doing this for a while to have such a system.” As she shut the back door, she took a moment to stretch, before smoothing her pencil skirt out over her full hips and straightening her blouse. She stepped into the front passenger seat and slid in as she closed the door, the upholstery grabbing her skirt pulling it up her thigh, revealing the top of her stocking, as she reached over for her seatbelt. Her heart was racing; she’d never done anything like this before, would she regret it...maybe...but for now, the risk of learning more about this man outweighed that thought. Buckled in she tugged at the wayward skirt, a touch of a deeper crimson flush reaching her cheeks, as she righted it.
“So, where to?”
 
"Safe house." A nod of his head, there was a certain glint in his eye at the sight of the top of the stocking on that beautiful looking thigh. It lead his thoughts to what else might be under there of course he would be a gentleman right? "We stay there for a couple days then I take off to my home." Turning to look at her after he got onto the highway. "Ever been out of the country?"
 
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