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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 27, 2011
Mark had played it all in his head several times. He had rehearsed it thoroughly even more. He wasn't about to let anything go wrong. And once he had her, then it would all be sweet. If there was something he had done even more frequently than rehearsing the whole plan, it was dreaming about what he would do with the ridiculous cash he would ransom from his the woman. Laying off at barely 21, it was "a consummation devoutly to be wished", as it was. So he flexed his muscular arms and legs, relaxing his whole body after a light workout intended more to liven himself up, throwing some well trained punches and kickes at a punching bag. Het set out of home with the disguised van at exactly 18h30.
No more than 15 minutes later the seemingly cleaning service van was pulling inside the building's parking lot. He was pretty sure his pal Jack would have made his part - the gate was open, and the cameras were sure to be off. Even if any of them was on, all that could be seen was this young man about 185 m tall wearing cleaning uniform and a cap. They couldn't even notice that his hair was blond, nor that his eyes were a very light brown color. Jack had also given the signal that only their main target was left at the 7th floor. Mark wasn't sure exactly why, but it appeared his buddy hated her for some reason - she was probably a huge bitch at work, and clearly several hierarchy steps above him. At least that's what Mark thought, but in reality he didn't even know for sure what she looked like.
He carried his equipment bag at ease to the side of the elevator door. This was where his nerdy side came in handy. He had dedicated 6 full months of ill sleeped nights to the careful preparation of this sleeping gas bomb with a remote trigger, including all recommended tests. It was fail-proof. And in any case, he'd be waiting a couple of meters right in front of the elevator door with an electric taser gun. Just in case.
The device was well concealed in the elevator panel when Mark heard the signal that it had been called up. The target was on the move. He quickly released the door and patiently waited for it to move. Sure enough, it reached the 7th floor. He was starting to become tense, but he wasn't about to blow it now. Only when the elevator moved back to 6th he was sure it was closed and descending, and then he keyed the code into his smartphone and released the gas. There should be more than enough of it, and more than adequate time for it to work. He would probably use the taser gun anyway. Just in case.
So he took 3 steps from the elevator door and waited pointing the gun with a semi extended arm. As soon as the doors opened he fired. The gas hadn't dissipated, but sure enought he heard the small electric darts hitting a solid target and going off.
No more than 15 minutes later the seemingly cleaning service van was pulling inside the building's parking lot. He was pretty sure his pal Jack would have made his part - the gate was open, and the cameras were sure to be off. Even if any of them was on, all that could be seen was this young man about 185 m tall wearing cleaning uniform and a cap. They couldn't even notice that his hair was blond, nor that his eyes were a very light brown color. Jack had also given the signal that only their main target was left at the 7th floor. Mark wasn't sure exactly why, but it appeared his buddy hated her for some reason - she was probably a huge bitch at work, and clearly several hierarchy steps above him. At least that's what Mark thought, but in reality he didn't even know for sure what she looked like.
He carried his equipment bag at ease to the side of the elevator door. This was where his nerdy side came in handy. He had dedicated 6 full months of ill sleeped nights to the careful preparation of this sleeping gas bomb with a remote trigger, including all recommended tests. It was fail-proof. And in any case, he'd be waiting a couple of meters right in front of the elevator door with an electric taser gun. Just in case.
The device was well concealed in the elevator panel when Mark heard the signal that it had been called up. The target was on the move. He quickly released the door and patiently waited for it to move. Sure enough, it reached the 7th floor. He was starting to become tense, but he wasn't about to blow it now. Only when the elevator moved back to 6th he was sure it was closed and descending, and then he keyed the code into his smartphone and released the gas. There should be more than enough of it, and more than adequate time for it to work. He would probably use the taser gun anyway. Just in case.
So he took 3 steps from the elevator door and waited pointing the gun with a semi extended arm. As soon as the doors opened he fired. The gas hadn't dissipated, but sure enought he heard the small electric darts hitting a solid target and going off.