Post by Damage on Jul 8, 2012 4:27:52 GMT -6
Rube Elliot backed away from the light of a street lamp when he heard the door unlock. With the concrete wall pressed against his shoulder blades, he fished a cloth and bottle of chloroform from his pockets. He glanced beside him, giving a nod to the two other muscles-for-hire he was working with. They had been waiting in a tight alley next to the building for thirty minutes. Now Rube saw a security guard pass the corner and lean on the street lamp for a cigarette break. Right on schedule.
According to his boss, who had the medical research facility watched for weeks, the guard went out for a smoke at three A.M. every night like clockwork. It was the most opportune time for the heist. The place would probably be seeing some policy changes about cigarette breaks after this.
Rube advanced quickly but quietly. The guard was facing the street and didn't see the chloroform cloth coming. He pressed it against the man's mouth and nose just before he inhaled. The sixty-year-old struggled but couldn't get out of Rube's powerful grip before slipping into unconsciousness. Rube took the ring of keys from his waist and handed it to Loland—who insisted on being called Lurch—and hefted the guard onto his shoulder. Loland wanted to be the one to take out the old timer but Rube decided the larger man was as silent as a rhino. They didn't need the guard to hear them and start shouting.
Loland found the correct key and walked through the double doors, not bothering to hold it open for him. Vincent, who had said no more than a dozen words since he met him, held the door while Rube brought the guard inside. The building was rented by Venture Medicines Research Group, a small and as yet undistinguished company working on new pharmaceuticals. So far, V.M.R.G. had no success in any groundbreaking medicines that could be marketed. The company's dwindling funds and lack of profits left little in the budget for security. Besides, nobody expected a break-in to a lab with no applicable drugs. One rent-a-cop and a single security camera inside were all the protection allocated.
The camera was in a corner ceiling to the right of the entrance. Vincent went about deactivating it. Loland waited with nothing to do while Rube lay the guard on his chair. The only reason Loland was even there was in case something went wrong and they needed extra muscle. And an extra trigger finger.
He caught the old man's head as he slumped over and placed the side of his face gently on the table.
Loland scoffed.
"You gonna sing em a lullaby, too?"
He ignored the comment and told him to watch the entrance. Loland, having nothing else to say, made a face of contempt and turned to the door. They were in what was supposed to be a waiting and reception room though it was unlikely there were people to wait here during business hours. It was really just a glorified hallway with a desk, a chair, and a cheap picture of a sunset beach nailed on the wall.
Vincent finished with the sorry attempt at a security system and removed its digital hard drive, then followed Rube into the back room. The first floor was mainly a filing room, filled with rows and rows of cabinets holding documents, research notes and test results. A door to the left led to a flight of stairs and the laboratory, which took up the second and only other floor. But they weren't interested in the laboratory.
"It's somewhere between E-six-two-eight-point-four and E-nine-four-nine-point-one,"
Rube reminded. He pointed at the far end of the row in question
"You start there and I'll start on this end. We'll make our way towards the middle,"
Vincent nodded and walked down the line of filing cabinets. Rube found E-nine-four-nine-point-one and started flipping through files with gloved fingers. He scanned titles of folders quickly, stopping only to look at a set of documents that could have been what they were looking for. Very few files hinted at anything of interest anyway. Many of them had the words "STUDY DISCONTINUED" stamped in red. V.M.R.G.'s work was hardly unique, with one possible exception. About half of the files in the room were unrelated to research at all. Printouts of bills, memos, e-mails and other miscellaneous papers were mixed in a haphazard and poorly categorized order. About twenty minutes passed when he found a folder titled "High Dependence Pain Reliever," accompanied by a red stamp. Rube opened the manila and glanced through the documents inside. He looked up at Vincent.
"We're done."
The two of them found Loland looking through the guard's wallet in the reception room.
"Any problems, Loland?"
Rube asked.
The bigger man scowled.
"It's Lurch."
"I'll take that as a no."
He grabbed the wallet from Loland's hand.
"A break-in, missing security footage, possible theft—all because he left his post for a cigarette. And when he comes to, he'll never realize what's missing. What are the chances he'll call the police and lose his job over this?"
Rube shook the wallet in front of Loland's face.
"Much better chance if his wallet was stolen."
He put the wallet back in the sleeping man's pocket.
"Let's go."
Loland's face was red but he walked out with them silently. They made their way casually down the street to where an old rusty Dodge Dart was parked. The car was enough of a piece of junk that nobody would bother stealing it, even in this neighborhood. Rube sat in the driver's seat with Vincent next to him, Loland in the back. Eyeing the hulking mass in the rearview mirror—Loland took up nearly two seats—Rube could see he was still in a sour mood.
"There's a cooler to your left, Lurch,"
Rube said diplomatically,
"Have yourself a beer."
Loland took a beer from the cooler and mumbled,
"It's warm."
"It's a cool night good for the blood'
Rube answered as a large hulking man dropped onto the bonnet of the Dodge denting it and shattering the windscreen at that a second arm reaches through the window of the drivers side taking the keys and a beer with a grunt.
"I will take that"
Damage stands and smirks at Vigilante, He never thought that this grizzled vetran would become such a true Vigilante in the short time they had tag teamed. Yet still he likes his beer. Damage kicks the windscreen through crowching down before saying.
"Not a good night for a robbery"
He reaches in and drags Rube through the now huge whole where the glass used to be dropping the criminal with a left and right combanation. Before taking his arms behind him and cable tying them and kicking the man to the floor. As this is happening Vigilante has opened the drivers door and leveled Vincent with one punchsquare to the jaw. Looking in the back seat he smiles as he sees the large man.
"Your turn" With a grin
The man known as Lurch makes his way out of the back seat to be met with a kick to the groin and a ddt to the concrete as Damage arrives beside him and cable ties his hands also. Sirens are heard coming closer Damage shoots a look over to Vig
"Time to go brother"
They both take off full pelt out of the gate leaving the three men tied up like turkeys on the fourth of july. Vig turns to Damage
"You know my nights out are so much more fun than yours" He takes a swig of the stolen beer.
We join Damage later for the last promo before Oracle
"So its upon us again another show another town, another wrestler. I like you Cobalt you have balls and you have skills in fact you are good but your not great not yet. You need that win that one big win over someone to make your name. You chose me big mistake son. Not so long ago I was you knew an unknown some one every one called rookie and kid. I was the under dog in every match I went into but you know what I would win ninty nine percent of my matches I would stand over the same vetran who talked down to me and I would have my hand raised and he would look up at me and think why. You see I dont make that mistake I look at you and I see hunger, I see pure agression and I see danger you a shark and you think you smell blood in the water. Its a mistake truly. I am not wounded, I am not a weak link as Vincent called me the other week. I chose to use my contract for the tag titles because i like to be differant I like to shock the world and thats what I did weak hah I am more deadly than ever. So its here Cobalt the Russian Villain vs the South African hero. You better bring it all Lexs Luthor because this superman has no kyiptonite holding me back"
Damage turns and walks away smiling
According to his boss, who had the medical research facility watched for weeks, the guard went out for a smoke at three A.M. every night like clockwork. It was the most opportune time for the heist. The place would probably be seeing some policy changes about cigarette breaks after this.
Rube advanced quickly but quietly. The guard was facing the street and didn't see the chloroform cloth coming. He pressed it against the man's mouth and nose just before he inhaled. The sixty-year-old struggled but couldn't get out of Rube's powerful grip before slipping into unconsciousness. Rube took the ring of keys from his waist and handed it to Loland—who insisted on being called Lurch—and hefted the guard onto his shoulder. Loland wanted to be the one to take out the old timer but Rube decided the larger man was as silent as a rhino. They didn't need the guard to hear them and start shouting.
Loland found the correct key and walked through the double doors, not bothering to hold it open for him. Vincent, who had said no more than a dozen words since he met him, held the door while Rube brought the guard inside. The building was rented by Venture Medicines Research Group, a small and as yet undistinguished company working on new pharmaceuticals. So far, V.M.R.G. had no success in any groundbreaking medicines that could be marketed. The company's dwindling funds and lack of profits left little in the budget for security. Besides, nobody expected a break-in to a lab with no applicable drugs. One rent-a-cop and a single security camera inside were all the protection allocated.
The camera was in a corner ceiling to the right of the entrance. Vincent went about deactivating it. Loland waited with nothing to do while Rube lay the guard on his chair. The only reason Loland was even there was in case something went wrong and they needed extra muscle. And an extra trigger finger.
He caught the old man's head as he slumped over and placed the side of his face gently on the table.
Loland scoffed.
"You gonna sing em a lullaby, too?"
He ignored the comment and told him to watch the entrance. Loland, having nothing else to say, made a face of contempt and turned to the door. They were in what was supposed to be a waiting and reception room though it was unlikely there were people to wait here during business hours. It was really just a glorified hallway with a desk, a chair, and a cheap picture of a sunset beach nailed on the wall.
Vincent finished with the sorry attempt at a security system and removed its digital hard drive, then followed Rube into the back room. The first floor was mainly a filing room, filled with rows and rows of cabinets holding documents, research notes and test results. A door to the left led to a flight of stairs and the laboratory, which took up the second and only other floor. But they weren't interested in the laboratory.
"It's somewhere between E-six-two-eight-point-four and E-nine-four-nine-point-one,"
Rube reminded. He pointed at the far end of the row in question
"You start there and I'll start on this end. We'll make our way towards the middle,"
Vincent nodded and walked down the line of filing cabinets. Rube found E-nine-four-nine-point-one and started flipping through files with gloved fingers. He scanned titles of folders quickly, stopping only to look at a set of documents that could have been what they were looking for. Very few files hinted at anything of interest anyway. Many of them had the words "STUDY DISCONTINUED" stamped in red. V.M.R.G.'s work was hardly unique, with one possible exception. About half of the files in the room were unrelated to research at all. Printouts of bills, memos, e-mails and other miscellaneous papers were mixed in a haphazard and poorly categorized order. About twenty minutes passed when he found a folder titled "High Dependence Pain Reliever," accompanied by a red stamp. Rube opened the manila and glanced through the documents inside. He looked up at Vincent.
"We're done."
The two of them found Loland looking through the guard's wallet in the reception room.
"Any problems, Loland?"
Rube asked.
The bigger man scowled.
"It's Lurch."
"I'll take that as a no."
He grabbed the wallet from Loland's hand.
"A break-in, missing security footage, possible theft—all because he left his post for a cigarette. And when he comes to, he'll never realize what's missing. What are the chances he'll call the police and lose his job over this?"
Rube shook the wallet in front of Loland's face.
"Much better chance if his wallet was stolen."
He put the wallet back in the sleeping man's pocket.
"Let's go."
Loland's face was red but he walked out with them silently. They made their way casually down the street to where an old rusty Dodge Dart was parked. The car was enough of a piece of junk that nobody would bother stealing it, even in this neighborhood. Rube sat in the driver's seat with Vincent next to him, Loland in the back. Eyeing the hulking mass in the rearview mirror—Loland took up nearly two seats—Rube could see he was still in a sour mood.
"There's a cooler to your left, Lurch,"
Rube said diplomatically,
"Have yourself a beer."
Loland took a beer from the cooler and mumbled,
"It's warm."
"It's a cool night good for the blood'
Rube answered as a large hulking man dropped onto the bonnet of the Dodge denting it and shattering the windscreen at that a second arm reaches through the window of the drivers side taking the keys and a beer with a grunt.
"I will take that"
Damage stands and smirks at Vigilante, He never thought that this grizzled vetran would become such a true Vigilante in the short time they had tag teamed. Yet still he likes his beer. Damage kicks the windscreen through crowching down before saying.
"Not a good night for a robbery"
He reaches in and drags Rube through the now huge whole where the glass used to be dropping the criminal with a left and right combanation. Before taking his arms behind him and cable tying them and kicking the man to the floor. As this is happening Vigilante has opened the drivers door and leveled Vincent with one punchsquare to the jaw. Looking in the back seat he smiles as he sees the large man.
"Your turn" With a grin
The man known as Lurch makes his way out of the back seat to be met with a kick to the groin and a ddt to the concrete as Damage arrives beside him and cable ties his hands also. Sirens are heard coming closer Damage shoots a look over to Vig
"Time to go brother"
They both take off full pelt out of the gate leaving the three men tied up like turkeys on the fourth of july. Vig turns to Damage
"You know my nights out are so much more fun than yours" He takes a swig of the stolen beer.
We join Damage later for the last promo before Oracle
"So its upon us again another show another town, another wrestler. I like you Cobalt you have balls and you have skills in fact you are good but your not great not yet. You need that win that one big win over someone to make your name. You chose me big mistake son. Not so long ago I was you knew an unknown some one every one called rookie and kid. I was the under dog in every match I went into but you know what I would win ninty nine percent of my matches I would stand over the same vetran who talked down to me and I would have my hand raised and he would look up at me and think why. You see I dont make that mistake I look at you and I see hunger, I see pure agression and I see danger you a shark and you think you smell blood in the water. Its a mistake truly. I am not wounded, I am not a weak link as Vincent called me the other week. I chose to use my contract for the tag titles because i like to be differant I like to shock the world and thats what I did weak hah I am more deadly than ever. So its here Cobalt the Russian Villain vs the South African hero. You better bring it all Lexs Luthor because this superman has no kyiptonite holding me back"
Damage turns and walks away smiling
