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So I and the gang have been planning for a little while. Y'know, we're only just starting out. I mean, a few people have heard of us but overall we're kind of nobodies. And that might be fine for some of the mooks and idiots who follow me, but I want to be known. I want the people I rob to know who robbed 'em, and why. So we chose an unusual target, to help us make our entrance.

Bigelow Advertising was the right kind of place. Big, but not too big. They didn't really have their own security, just a couple of idiots who thought they were hot shit. And they were a growing company, so they already had lots of people's attention. And I'd seen their social media shit. It was good, and we needed good.

After all, a woman's best weapon is fear.

I stormed into the first floor of the office building, the group in tow. I sauntered up to the desk and asked which floor the advertising agency was on. I tell two of my guys to take the stairs so that we're covered there. I have two of my women go up first to make sure we don't have any unexpected surprises. I post my last woman, Felicia, at the front door. Since she's the only one who isn't a total idiot, I'm trusting her to handle it when the cops show up. Then, after a few minutes, I get in an elevator and ride it up to the sixth floor. I open the door, pull out my gun and point it at the handful of people in the office. "Nobody move." I said calmly.
Date: 2016-01-24 06:48 am (UTC)

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Open office spaces tend to be a terrible idea. But they were an easy way to look cheerful and friendly, so.

At least it looked good in the office pictures. And lets you keep track of who was coming in and out. I purse my lips at the women who come up--they don't look young enough to be anyone's kids, but they look like they were waiting for someone.

I shrug it off and go back to editing the reports into something that was actually legible (in-house) and something that was straightforward and bold (livejournal).

Cynthia draws in a sudden breath. I snap up to look at the door, she has family issues that can be surprisingly intense--

"Nobody move." I'm already frozen. Someone says, "Can I help you?" in a strangely tinny voice. When Cynthia's eyes widen in my direction, I realize it was me.


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Evangeline Sinclair

January 2016



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