08-25-2009

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     Amateurs, Ginny thought.
     Looking down through the ceiling tile she had removed, Ginny watched the two men entering the building through the window through her night vision goggles. They were somewhat clumsy, making a lot more noise than they realized.
     She decided to watch these fools in action as she hadn't had a good laugh in a while and this was gearing up for a lot entertainment. Ginny decided to spend her two minutes seeing what these guys had to offer, if anything. She wished she had some popcorn for the show.
     The men remained still squatted on the floor under the window, apparently gathering their bearings. Ginny saw the first man in pointing in various directions. Not a well planned out job by any means, things were getting sloppier by the second.
     Then came their first major mistake: head lamps. No lights of any kind as people can see the lights! Not even an under qualified amateur should make that mistake. These guys were potentially dangerous and were going to bring the five-o sooner than made Ginny comfortable and decided to get out while she had the opportunity.
     She slid the ceiling tile back into place and made her way towards the furnace room to get back out of the building the way she came in to the building. Upon reaching the room, she heard sirens approaching.
     Damn amateurs, Ginny thought. A new plan needed to be developed and quick. She knew she didn't have time to get out of the ventilation system, but staying in the building didn't seem like a good idea either. She held her position in the ceiling; she was comfortable, no need to hurry.
     Ginny heard the men talking, exchanging harsh words and she heard things falling and breaking. The men were trying to get out and were not doing a very good job. The sirens stopped. Everything became very quiet, the men had become still, probably trying to hide in the store. Morons.
     "Freeze," a man shouted. The police were in the building.
     Shit, Ginny thought. He plan now consisted of waiting out the police and hoping they didn't bring a K-9 unit. Even then, she felt pretty safe twelve feet above the floor, tucked in a concrete cross beam.
     Please don't start shooting, she thought. Something was happening to Ginny, something new. She needed to get out of the building because the enclosed space was strangely getting to her. Her heart rate increased, her throat tightened slightly and her face grew warm. Ginny tried to calm herself by taking several deep breaths.
     The voices multiplied and she found herself able to focus on that, calming her a little. The two men were not speaking English which of course made he officers he'll louder. Ginny estimated about a dozen officers inside the building; none of them were barking.
     She needed to get out, but then again Ginny thought about how cool would it be to rob a store that someone else was busted for robbing? She also liked the idea of totally messing with the police.


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