The Heist

It was a full proof plan. Well mostly a full proof plan. No plan could be completely full proof. “The difference between something that cannot possibly go wrong and something that probably won’t go wrong is that more often than not the thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong.” Jack had said at the crews first meeting.

Jack wasn’t his real name. None of them were using their real names. For a job like this it was better. Four strangers come together, do a job, and then never see each other again. Jack had thought it was the kinda thing that only happened in the movies. He’d been skeptical. But then the million dollar deposit hit his account. With the promise of another 4 mill on the way when the job was completed, was a good enough reason to stop asking questions.

“Ok I’ve got control of the security system.” Came Allen’s squeaky voice through the ear piece, “In 30 seconds you’ll be in a blind spot and can make your way to the door. I’ll unlock it for you.” The hacker was back at the apartment in the city that had served as the crew’s headquarters as they’d planned what they were about to do.

“Ok. Just give us the G-O when it’s time.” Jack said glancing at Burroughs and Joyce. The buttons on their clean and pressed military uniforms glinted softly in the moonlight as they waited for the all clear.

“Go.” Allen’s voice softly said into their ears. The threesome moved forward towards the entrance to the base. They’d stowed away on a transport bringing supplies into the secured facility. From there they’d waited for nightfall. The building would be much less occupied during the night shift. Allen would guide them through the maze of hallways and unlock the doors as they went. Feeding them instructions as they went to try and avoid cameras and soldiers on their way to their target. On the off chance they did run into someone or were caught on camera the uniforms would hopefully allow them to pass without question.

“So far so good.” Burroughs whispered as they entered the building and made their way through the first few hallways to the staircase. It was now 3 flights down and two more turns before they reached their prize.

“Don’t jinx it.” Joyce muttered back as they started to make their way downwards.

“Shut it you two.” Jack’s sharpness silenced them quickly. This was the part of the journey that he was the most worried about. The elevator was easiest, but impossible to avoid the camera in. So the stairs it was… except he was dressed as a four star general… and he didn’t think anyone would buy into an excuse as to why someone of that importance would take the stairs.

“Hallway is clear. You’ll be able to make it all the way to the vault no problems.” This time the words were intermingled with static. Again expected and planned for. The further underground they got the more difficult it would be to get a signal. Once they were in the vault they would lose all contact till they made it back out with the target.

“Alright standing by the door.” Jack said as the group stood by awaiting the final all clear that the cameras were on their rotation that created the perfect blind spot.

“Go.”

The threesome moved out. They had rehearsed the pace numerous times the past few months. Perfecting how to get to the vault without detection. Taking a right they saw their goal in front of them. A plain silver metal door with a simple keypad. Now was the moment of truth. They’d been given the code to the door by the mysterious group that had hired them. It had been wired in just moments before they had entered the facility.

Joyce stepped up to the keypad. It beeped softly as each number was punched in. Sure enough the red light turned green and they were in.

*****

Allen pushed his thin wireframe glasses up his nose as he stared at the screen. He was sweating. He didn’t know why he was sweating. He was safely in an apartment 10 miles away. He wasn’t the one inside a secret military facility stealing state secrets.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. At the bottom of his screen a timer was going. 2 minutes and 48 seconds and continuing to count downwards. The cameras rotated to the position that allowed for the blind spot ever 6 minutes and 18 seconds. They would then have a 30 second window to leave the room and make their way back to the stairwell.

There was no camera in the vault which he thought was a major flaw in the security system. Why wouldn’t you put a camera in a cold storage vault that was home to some of the most dangerous chemical compounds ever invented. Probably budget cuts. He thought to himself with a nervous laugh as he checked the clock again. 30 seconds before their 30 second window began. They’d rehearsed it so many times that he knew as long as nothing went wrong in the vault they’d be out right on time. If all went well he’d never see them on the cameras at all.

The cameras started to pan. It had taken him months to not just break into the facilities system but to slowly and methodically reprogram the timing of the cameras to create the necessary blind spots. Now was the moment of truth. The coast was still clear. They’d be leaving the room any second…

“Oh fuck.” He gasped. The figure of a red headed woman appeared and was making her way down the hall. If they left the vault when he expected them too they were sure to walk straight into her…

“Guys if you can hear me you’ve got a bogey in hallway 6. Delay exit till the next window.”

*****

Jack’s earpiece crackled as he opened the heavy door right on time. He assumed it was just Allen telling him it was time to leave. Good sign he thought. They were right on schedule.

The group made their way down the hallway. Both Joyce and Burroughs carrying the small igloo sized coolers that contained what they had came for. Jack heard the footsteps before he saw the figure. Joyce had heard it too and had paused. Burroughs ever the idiot hadn’t been paying attention and almost walked into Jack. Panic flashed in their eyes as the cooler bumped into Jack’s back. All of the eyes found the cooler in a panic.

“Excuse me can I help you?” The voice was calm but forceful. The group turned its attention from the cooler to the individual that had just caught them red handed.

The red headed officer had her hair up in a tight neat bun. She had the air and confidence about her of someone who was in command. Jack just hoped she wasn’t as high up the food chain that she’d see through their disguises.

She didn’t. As soon as Jack turned and pulled himself up to his full height she caught sight of the uniform and instantly snapped to attention with a salute. “My apologies sir. I didn’t recognize you sir.”

“At ease soldier.” Jack said trying to sound as confident and in character as possible. The precious seconds in their 30 second window were ticking away. He needed a plan.

She lowered her arm and clearly was awaiting instructions.

“You may resume your patrol… Corporal?” Jack hadn’t studied up on his military uniform ranks. He just knew what his uniform was and then the uniforms of Joyce and Burroughs.

“Staff Sergeant Sarah Lynn Sir.” The red head announced. “And I’m not on patrol.”

“Then what is your purpose down her Staff Sergeant Lynn?” He asked. Behind him Joyce gave a small cough. He knew the signal. Their 30 seconds were up. Soon the cameras would pan and find them. Unideal, but still within the plan.

She gave a long pause. Jack suppressed a small smile. She clearly had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been doing either.

“Are you on Duty Staff Sergeant?”

“No sir.” She admitted.

“Then I ask again. Why are you down here in a restricted area when you aren’t even on duty?”

He could see the wheels turning in her head. To lie or to tell the truth. It didn’t matter to Jack. He just wanted her to spit it out so he could pretend to let her off the hook and they could be on their way.

“I came down here to use the long range sub frequency radio.” Jack didn’t have a clue about what a sub frequency radio was. But clearly if it was on this floor it was restricted.

“And why are you accessing the long range sub frequency radio?”

“My ex…” she was on the verge of tears. “My ex is assigned to Huron Base. I heard a rumor that he had a new girlfriend… I was using the radio to check in with a friend who operates the sub frequency radio at Huron to confirm.”

Jack just stared at the red head. He wasn’t sure how was best to proceed. This wasn’t one of the scenarios he had planned for. He’d been expecting to have to justify their presence if they’d been caught… not discipline someone for theirs. He again heard the small cough from behind him

“Major Johnson what do you suggest we do about this?” He said without glancing over his shoulder at Joyce.

“We also have a pretty major uniform violation as well General.”

Jack had to **** himself from not turning around. It was difficult to keep his face impassive. A uniform violation? What was she thinking? The red head was equally as confused. Joyce carefully set down her cooler and walked up to Lynn.

“Are you not aware of uniform code 15.3.177?” Joyce was a stern woman in her own right. She stood almost 6 inches taller than the thin red head.

“No… ma’am” she added quickly.

“An individual is not allowed to use their uniform to gain improper favors or access to restricted areas outside of their assigned duties.” The taller woman lectured. “Does that ring any bells Staff Sergeant?”

“Yes ma’am. I apologize ma’am.”

“Don’t apologize to the Major Staff Sergeant.” Jack injected suddenly realizing where Joyce was going with this. “You can explain it all at your disciplinary hearing.”

“Sir yes Sir.” The tears had started to well up in Sarah Lynn’s eyes. “I suppose you’ll want to call the MPs down to arrest me now Sir?”

“Unfortunately I don’t have time for that Staff Sergeant. I was in the middle of important business that your illicit acts rudely interrupted.” Jack said inspecting the red head from head to toe. “You will return to the barracks and await the MPs there. They will come for you after I file the report.”

“Yes Sir.” She said and turned to leave.

“Staff Sergeant. Did the General say you were dismissed?” Joyce said stopping Sarah Lynn in her tracks. “You have disgraced your uniform and are currently unfit to wear it.”

She stood in silence eyes locked on Joyce’s.

“You heard the Major. Remove your uniform.” Commanded Jack. Her eyes glanced between the two pondering if they were serious… before deciding to start unbuttoning her top.

“Double time Staff Sergeant! We don’t have all night.” Jack gave his best drill sergeant impression. It worked. The red head no longer hesitated in stripping. Soon she stood in front of the trio she thought were her superiors in nothing but her sports bra, white tank top and plain black panties.

“Tank top and underwear are standard issue are they not Staff Sergeant?”

“Yes ma’am they are.” Jack was impressed with how well the red head was fighting back her tears.

“Then lose ‘em.”

Again she complied. Pulling the white tank top over her head the dark sports bra came into view. Soon her dark underwear joined the pile. Again standing at attention now in just her sports bra her bare snatch completely on display.

“I think we can lose the bra as well Staff Sergeant.” Jack said this time his grin was hard to suppress.

It was easy to to see the protests that were jumping to her mind but she was internally swallowing. Nevertheless she again followed the order. Her perky B-Cup tits came into view.

“Now you’re dismissed Staff Sergeant.” Jack said. Sarah Lynn turned and tried to calmly walk off into the distance down the hallway towards the elevator. With each step she started to gain speed so soon she was jogging down the hallway back towards the barracks.

“Was that a rose tattooed on her ass?” Burroughs asked his gaze following her down the hall as she ran.

“Who cares? We gotta go.” Joyce said grabbing her cooler carefully. Jack just nodded and again resumed their walk towards the stairwell.

“Not that I’m complaining… but what was that?” Burroughs asked as the entered the stairwell. The earpiece started to fill with static again as Allen attempted to make contact.

“Simple,” Joyce said. “We’re on the cameras. No escaping that now. But security is gonna be a lot more concerned with watching the footage and chasing down a red headed streaker than following us. By the time they catch her and interrogate her we will be long gone.

“Come in.” Allen’s voice crackled in their ears again finally. This time thought filled with excitement.

“We copy you Ginsberg.” Jack said as they reached the top floor of the stairwell. “Are we clear to proceed to motorcade?”

*****

Allen continued to guide the group out of the facility along their escape route. But he kept one eye glued to another part of the facility and the security cameras.

On the other screen was the red head. Still completely naked she was attempting to cover her front with her arms and hands the best she found. Running from corner to corner in an attempt to hide herself from any passersby. Obviously she wasn’t aware of the security cameras…

He couldn’t resist as he eased the zipper of his jeans down. It would take at least 30 minutes for the rest of the crew to make it back to base. They had just loaded into the get away vehicle. As Joyce had realized security wasn’t focused on them but instead they were now closing in on the streaker. He watched on the screen as she ran from one set of MPs only to run right into another set that tackled her to the ground.

“We’re away. See you in T-minus 30.” Jacks voice echoed in his ear.

“Copy.” Allen said as he pulled his cock out and started to stroke himself to the sight of the red head now in cuffs being lead to the holding area. He was now very happy that the security cameras in the holding area pointed directly into the cells…