Operation: Black Hand - Log 5
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xp_logsSarah and Amanda port in to grab the files they need.
Kevin had given them a good long video of the hall and had made a chalk mark on the door leading to the office he'd pinpointed. It was up to them as he walked down and engaged the group of men at the bottom of the stairs on a spectacular general sports conversation. Without expressing any kind of preference, since he had no idea of his dupe's support, he managed to tie four of them into a discussion about whether DeGrom or Schezer would win the Cy Young.
The wall shimmered slightly as Amanda poked her head out cautiously. The coast clear, the rest of her emerged and she immediately pulled the wych out from inside her jacket and pressed it against the spot on the wall she'd come through. "Come on, come on," she muttered under her breath before she reached into the wall with her other hand and groped around, as if looking for something. Then she apparently found it, and hauled back with effort, Sarah's hand and arm emerging from the wall, Amanda's hand locked around her wrist. Another yank and the rest of the other woman came through, landing on the floor while Amanda sagged against the opposite wall, bent over and breathing heavily.
Sarah grimaced, not from the ungraceful landing on the hard floor, but from the strange sensation of going through the wall in one place and coming out in a totally different one. She looked cautiously at Amanda, and realized she didn't know the woman well enough to know if she should be concerned. "While I am very glad you can do that in this moment, I think I'll take the long way from now on. Everything okay?"
"Yeah." Amanda sucked in a few more deep breaths and then straightened. "Yeah. Not something I do very often. Or at all. Taking passengers is not easy." She looked around. "Where's this office?"
"In this hallway. We're looking for the door with the chalk mark on it so I'll take the right side, you take the left?" Sarah moved quickly down the hall, stopping at each door to examine it. The mark wouldn't be big enough to be obvious to anyone but them, so she got in close to each one and hoped that Kevin was successfully keeping everyone downstairs. If they got caught, there was no way they could claim they were just admiring the architecture.
Amanda took the other side of the hallway, taking the chance to catch her breath and focus past the pounding headache the teleport spell had left her with. Nothing, nothing, noth... wait, here was a tiny "x" in white chalk, barely visible unless you were looking for it. "Over here," she softly called Sarah, while trying the handle. Locked, but that wouldn't be much of a problem.
Sarah backtracked down the hall, crossing over to the door Amanda was examining. "Before we open this, you should know that if my Aunt is inside she will not hesitate to kill me. Probably you too. In case the sneaking in and the theft of property didn't clue you in."
"Most people don't lock themselves inside their offices. Not unless they're having a quickie with the secretary or something," Amanda replied with a short grin. Still, she pressed her ear against the door and then knocked twice, waiting for any sound in reaction. "Sounds all clear," she said. "Do you want to do the honours?"
"Most people aren't convinced their niece is going to kill them and claim the world for their new mutant overlords." Sarah shrugged and picked a small tool out of her messy bun. Guards tended to miss the hair when looking for weapons, so it was a good place to hide stuff. She made quick work of the lock, and held her breath for only a moment when it clicked softly. She still wasn't entirely convinced they weren't walking into a trap. Opening the door, she sighed in relief when the room was empty. "Come on, let's get this stuff and get out of here."
"Take the filing cabinet - you'll know what you're looking at better n' me. I'll take the desk." It wasn't the same Sarah she had known, but Amanda found herself falling into the old habit of another lifetime.
Sarah noticed the shift in her accent and made a mental note to ask about it when they weren't breaking and entering. She considered the file cabinet for a moment, and then took another look around the room. Margaret wasn't putting the shady shit with her regular business dealings. When she saw a lockbox on the bookshelf, she knew where it was. She popped the lid with her lock tool and flipped through the file folders. "There's a ledger in here. I wonder if she paid anybody off."
"Probably. Locked up ledgers tend to be goldmines, even if 's not what we're after exactly." Amanda continued refling through the desk and the drawers, careful not to leave any traces. When she hadn't found anything, she went for the not-so-expected option, pulling the bottom drawers completely out and examining the space beneath. "And there we go," she murmured to herself, pulling a laptop out of its hiding place. "Sneaky laptop acquired. You find anything else?"
"Just a folder of photos," her tone changed as she flipped, realizing these were of her and her Family. The shots were from far away, drone shots if she had to guess. From the trees, she had to guess they were from a few months before the raid. "That bitch knew where we were because she was having us tailed."
"Of course she did." Amanda paused in her own search to listen intently. "We should book soon. The longer we stay, the more chance we'll be caught."
"I think we've got what we need." Sarah gathered what she had set aside and looked back at Amanda. "So, do you do that thing again to get us out, or are we on our own? It's been a while, but I could probably still crawl through a window without too much commotion."
"I'll take us. It's faster and less chance of us getting caught hanging by a drainpipe." Amanda signed a little as she stuffed the laptop in her satchel. This was going to hurt.
Kevin had given them a good long video of the hall and had made a chalk mark on the door leading to the office he'd pinpointed. It was up to them as he walked down and engaged the group of men at the bottom of the stairs on a spectacular general sports conversation. Without expressing any kind of preference, since he had no idea of his dupe's support, he managed to tie four of them into a discussion about whether DeGrom or Schezer would win the Cy Young.
The wall shimmered slightly as Amanda poked her head out cautiously. The coast clear, the rest of her emerged and she immediately pulled the wych out from inside her jacket and pressed it against the spot on the wall she'd come through. "Come on, come on," she muttered under her breath before she reached into the wall with her other hand and groped around, as if looking for something. Then she apparently found it, and hauled back with effort, Sarah's hand and arm emerging from the wall, Amanda's hand locked around her wrist. Another yank and the rest of the other woman came through, landing on the floor while Amanda sagged against the opposite wall, bent over and breathing heavily.
Sarah grimaced, not from the ungraceful landing on the hard floor, but from the strange sensation of going through the wall in one place and coming out in a totally different one. She looked cautiously at Amanda, and realized she didn't know the woman well enough to know if she should be concerned. "While I am very glad you can do that in this moment, I think I'll take the long way from now on. Everything okay?"
"Yeah." Amanda sucked in a few more deep breaths and then straightened. "Yeah. Not something I do very often. Or at all. Taking passengers is not easy." She looked around. "Where's this office?"
"In this hallway. We're looking for the door with the chalk mark on it so I'll take the right side, you take the left?" Sarah moved quickly down the hall, stopping at each door to examine it. The mark wouldn't be big enough to be obvious to anyone but them, so she got in close to each one and hoped that Kevin was successfully keeping everyone downstairs. If they got caught, there was no way they could claim they were just admiring the architecture.
Amanda took the other side of the hallway, taking the chance to catch her breath and focus past the pounding headache the teleport spell had left her with. Nothing, nothing, noth... wait, here was a tiny "x" in white chalk, barely visible unless you were looking for it. "Over here," she softly called Sarah, while trying the handle. Locked, but that wouldn't be much of a problem.
Sarah backtracked down the hall, crossing over to the door Amanda was examining. "Before we open this, you should know that if my Aunt is inside she will not hesitate to kill me. Probably you too. In case the sneaking in and the theft of property didn't clue you in."
"Most people don't lock themselves inside their offices. Not unless they're having a quickie with the secretary or something," Amanda replied with a short grin. Still, she pressed her ear against the door and then knocked twice, waiting for any sound in reaction. "Sounds all clear," she said. "Do you want to do the honours?"
"Most people aren't convinced their niece is going to kill them and claim the world for their new mutant overlords." Sarah shrugged and picked a small tool out of her messy bun. Guards tended to miss the hair when looking for weapons, so it was a good place to hide stuff. She made quick work of the lock, and held her breath for only a moment when it clicked softly. She still wasn't entirely convinced they weren't walking into a trap. Opening the door, she sighed in relief when the room was empty. "Come on, let's get this stuff and get out of here."
"Take the filing cabinet - you'll know what you're looking at better n' me. I'll take the desk." It wasn't the same Sarah she had known, but Amanda found herself falling into the old habit of another lifetime.
Sarah noticed the shift in her accent and made a mental note to ask about it when they weren't breaking and entering. She considered the file cabinet for a moment, and then took another look around the room. Margaret wasn't putting the shady shit with her regular business dealings. When she saw a lockbox on the bookshelf, she knew where it was. She popped the lid with her lock tool and flipped through the file folders. "There's a ledger in here. I wonder if she paid anybody off."
"Probably. Locked up ledgers tend to be goldmines, even if 's not what we're after exactly." Amanda continued refling through the desk and the drawers, careful not to leave any traces. When she hadn't found anything, she went for the not-so-expected option, pulling the bottom drawers completely out and examining the space beneath. "And there we go," she murmured to herself, pulling a laptop out of its hiding place. "Sneaky laptop acquired. You find anything else?"
"Just a folder of photos," her tone changed as she flipped, realizing these were of her and her Family. The shots were from far away, drone shots if she had to guess. From the trees, she had to guess they were from a few months before the raid. "That bitch knew where we were because she was having us tailed."
"Of course she did." Amanda paused in her own search to listen intently. "We should book soon. The longer we stay, the more chance we'll be caught."
"I think we've got what we need." Sarah gathered what she had set aside and looked back at Amanda. "So, do you do that thing again to get us out, or are we on our own? It's been a while, but I could probably still crawl through a window without too much commotion."
"I'll take us. It's faster and less chance of us getting caught hanging by a drainpipe." Amanda signed a little as she stuffed the laptop in her satchel. This was going to hurt.
