08-26-2009

Continued from 08-25-2009...

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     Ginny was happy she had spent years mediating and practicing yoga. In such a cramped space she was able to find a somewhat comfortable position and get over her acute claustrophobia.
     As she sat, Ginny made good use of the time meditating as it was a surprisingly quiet environment. The hum of the air system made for perfect white noise. The police had not stayed long, perhaps ten minutes with the owner to take an inventory of anything missing.
     Poor bastard, Ginny thought. She never usually felt bad for the people she liberated items from, but his guy was getting a double whammy all at the expense of her entertainment of fucking with the police.
     After a solid hour meditating in the ceiling of the building, Ginny began to refocus and accomplish her liberation objective. She began to move back to her location where she watched the amateurs make mistake after mistake. The fact that she was still in the building made her wonder if she herself was not making a very big mistake.
     It will be an adventure, she assured herself. She lifted the ceiling tile in slow motion. She felt confident no one was in the building, however, she wanted to be extra cautious heading in to the store below.
     Her goggles put her uncertainty to rest as she determined there no one around. Ginny fastened her rope to the beam and began to lower herself down. She had planned for the other motion detectors, accounting for her two minute window. Although she couldn't rely on the police response the from the bungling burglars earlier, she wanted to take no chances.
     Ginny dangled above her object of liberation. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her customized glass cutter; she was very handy. As she cut carefully as to not shatter the counter, she stopped. Something was moving. She looked around and couldn't see anything at first. Then, from the other end of the store she watched a figure drop from the ceiling as she had. From what she could gather, it was a male.
     Interesting, Ginny thought. She held her position and watched the man work. He didn't have goggles as she did, but he moved through the darkness with ease and efficiency. Definitely not an amateur.
     He finished his liberation and began back up to the ceiling, pulling himself up by hand. Ginny quickly grabbed her object and pressed a button, letting a mechanical pulley lift her steadily to the ceiling.
     As she replaced the ceiling tile, she hesitated. She wanted to follow the man and learn a bit more about him; where he came from and more importantly, who he was. She quickly dumped the idea and returned on her planned route and was out of the building in two minutes, thirty-one seconds.
     Although she was not happy, she let her frustration go as she saw the man moving in her direction along the roof. He was closer to the rear edge, Ginny squatted in her position in the center of the roof. Perhaps she would get her chance to figure out more about his guy.
     He moved smooth, calm. While she didn't care for his nearness to the edge, she liked what she saw. He was fairly polished in his skills, a definite professional who goes for quality, not quantity. But what concerned her was he hadn't noticed her; not dangling from the ceiling or now on the roof.
     They both moved to the north, several buildings up the street. The man began to make his way down the fire escape, but Ginny opened the roof access door and made her way down the stairwell.
     Still a few things to learn, I see, Ginny thought. She hurried down the stairs to catch up with the man, but when she got outside he was gone; only sirens headed down the street.
     Dang, she thought as she looked up and down the street.




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