Re: Industrial Espionage (Andurhil)
Not as easy as I thought this would be, Monroe thought to himself as he walked around the lower floors. The scientist look alike had headed up to the fifth floor, the dining area, to go find someone's card to steal. He needed the highest level security clearance, and that wouldn't be hard to find. After all, the only people left were the highest level scientist. Problem wasn't finding someone, since there were quite a few people were at the dining hall, but the problem was acquiring the card key.
To acquire a card key, the bounty hunter guessed he would either need to sneak it off of a scientist, or beat it out of one. He'd need a shadowy place to do that, to make sure that no one caught him in the act of knocking out a scientist. Made more sense to knock them out then kill them here. Blood would be a bit much right now. Anyway, the white suit he wore would look better without obvious blood stains on it. Now then, where was his stooge that he'd take the key he needed from?
Vossler's eyes scanned over the crowd of people as they moved from the lines of food towards the table. One after another came the people, holding not so much food, which surprised the modern man. He had his tray filled with food, even if it tasted like crap, it was better then nothing. Anyway, his body would metabolize it for energy anyway, nothing else. Aside from that, the time had come to scope out where his target would be. A nice part far over near the stairs leading down would do nicely to hide the knocked out person.
Two scientists moved off the line and headed over to a few tables from where I was sitting. These large, round tables were strange, and the fact they had massive trees in the center was strange, but what the heck. After all, they made it all the easier to hide a body under them. The two moved over to a table in the middle of the room, and the dark clad man sighed. Next.
Another small group, probably about four or five scientists moved past my table, sitting at a table next to it. They all sat down and began chatting. There were far too many to knock one out and not have the others notice he was gone. No, Monroe needed something more along the lines of a solitary person that had no one to watch his back. What Monroe needed was... walking right past him, actually.
A lone man with thick glasses, a slightly greasy lab jacket, and a plate of food half the size of what Monroe had just eaten walked past, looking to be in deep thought. Thinkers, they are always so easy to pick off. Not to mention this guy seemed to talk to himself. Oh, he was just asking to get knocked out. Now, all that was needed was to know where the hell he was sitting.
Finally, Mr. thinker sat down at the table nearest to the stairs, and the dark clad man began to skulk towards him. As soon as the man sat down, the enhanced human struck, pressing pressure points and knocking the man out. Too easy, to say the least. The former assassin removed his knife from under his jackets and cut the man's card from his strange laminated protector attached to a wheel of string. Man this guy was lame.
The fake scientist slipped his newly acquired card into his jacket and moved swiftly out of the dining hall. He had places to be, stuff to steal, and escapes to make. Like lightning, the bounty hunter began to head downstairs. The click of his boots against the stairs echoed as he ran downstairs as if he had made a discovery. Neither guard nor scientist looked twice. No one here seemed to care in the least, after all, as long as you looked like one of them, it was fine.
As the dark clad man appeared upon the first floor, the floor had become quieter. There were less people, Monroe noted. He moved towards the elevator and swiped his card. As the door clanged and opened, the man entered. He found himself in an elevator with three other scientists. Well, this was certainly an unexpected annoyance. He had to get to the thirtieth floor, and pressed that button. The other scientists looked at them.
Bad move, jackasses. In a flash, the dark clad man whipped out his knife and had cut the throat of one scientist, stabbed a second through the heart, and stabbed a third in the forehead. All three died moments later and Monroe took off his lab coat. As the elevator went up, Monroe heard something. A very faint noise. Someone had landed on the roof of his elevator. Vossler spun the knife into a back hand grip. Bad move. Hell, he'd even wait to see if this person came in before going after em.