Newton goes with Geezer

As much as I hated working with him, Geezer probably needed to go with me most. He has a thing for girls he shouldn't, to an extent. I wouldn't call him a pedophile of course. If I thought he was a pedophile, not only would I not work with him, he'd be in jail with broken arms now. But he does call a short age range between okay and really not-okay the "sweet spot". If he sees the right, or maybe wrong, girl, he'll probably try something with her.

I sigh and tell Geezer he's with me. He groans and gives me the same 'i'm a big boy' speech he always gives when he can't be left to his own devices. We sit through it, Eddie leaning on a wall, unimpressed. Weasel yawns.

When he's done, I tell him he's with me or he's with his extensive porn collection at home and that either way was fine by me. He would be with me, he decided.

Within a minute or so, Stephanie had the person watching the gate watching elsewhere (she gave a very convincing fake panic. She said someone was on the roof of one of the dorms and was going to jump) and the five of us slipped in, undetected for now. We got to what our mole said was a blind spot in security to plan our strategy. There are three viable insertion points, which Geezer refuted, saying there would be a lot more than that many once we got to our objective. I gave Geezer a weak mock-laugh, the easiest point to Eddie and Stephanie, since she was a novice, and the hardest to Weasel, since he had no handicap. Geezer and I would take the one on the second floor, via a climb and a window into an unoccupied room. Everyone agreed and we scattered to go to our respective positions.