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Striking a Deal [Closed to noparkerarea]
Sep. 16th, 2019 12:38 pm[Continued from: Here]
It hadn't been the easiest of jobs but nor had it been the hardest, not by a long way. The main challenge had been getting the replacement meteorite in, then making the switch and getting the real deal out without being detected. Had it been smaller she could easily have slipped in via the air ducts or hitch a ride in on one of the delivery trucks, but given the object's size she'd been forced to find someone with clearance, an overweight worker on the night shift and having made his murder look like an entirely natural death she'd replaced him and gone in to work.
Now nine hours later the job was done and Gemini strode through the dusty warehouse humming to herself slightly, a canvas bag slung over her shoulder. Reaching into the middle of a stack of boxes to press the hidden button she stood aside as a section of concrete floor slid open, descending the steps with all the confidence of someone about to earn a very nice paycheck.]
Special delivery. [She deadpanned, calling out loudly as she halted in the base's entrance, hefting the bag around to hold at her front and waiting for her employer, a minion or robot to show themselves and collect the item she'd retrieved.]
It hadn't been the easiest of jobs but nor had it been the hardest, not by a long way. The main challenge had been getting the replacement meteorite in, then making the switch and getting the real deal out without being detected. Had it been smaller she could easily have slipped in via the air ducts or hitch a ride in on one of the delivery trucks, but given the object's size she'd been forced to find someone with clearance, an overweight worker on the night shift and having made his murder look like an entirely natural death she'd replaced him and gone in to work.
Now nine hours later the job was done and Gemini strode through the dusty warehouse humming to herself slightly, a canvas bag slung over her shoulder. Reaching into the middle of a stack of boxes to press the hidden button she stood aside as a section of concrete floor slid open, descending the steps with all the confidence of someone about to earn a very nice paycheck.]
Special delivery. [She deadpanned, calling out loudly as she halted in the base's entrance, hefting the bag around to hold at her front and waiting for her employer, a minion or robot to show themselves and collect the item she'd retrieved.]
