A little trickery.

The sisters peered in the window of the small security room. It was currently empty, with a small desk and a single monitor cycling through cameras around the complex. Most showed parking lots, with a few focused on the pool or other public areas. As they watched, a small wiry man in a uniform came in with a mug of coffee. He sat down behind the desk with his back to them and picked up a paperback.

"Ugh, I'm so nervous! Why are you so nervous?" Sam asked. Janet shrugged. "If you don't like it, feel free to detach." Sam rolled her eyes, then her face took on its typical blankness. "Better," she said.

They went over the plan one last time. Sam placed her hands out and Janet bound them. She tied the other end of the rope to a nearby fence. Finally, she placed a gag around Sam's neck. She could still speak, but it would be easy to quickly gag her if necessary. As the final step, Janet handed Sam several pills.

"Remember, you've got about ten minutes before these kick in. You'll be able to fight them for another 45, but you'll be pretty weak." Sam nodded and dry-swallowed the pills they had found in Jerry's car. She closed her eyes and after a second, reopened them. "Well?" Janet asked anxiously.

Sam peered around. "I feel like... I'm worried. I'm worried about a guy named Roland. He's a cowboy or something?"

Janet was puzzled, then it struck her. "He's reading a novel! Of course that's what he's thinking about. Can you get anything else from him?"

"I don't know." Sam said. "I'm mostly getting the novel. He's chasing a guy around in the desert, I think. Man, what's going on with that guy?"

Janet fought the urge to respond with sarcasm. She needed to handle Sam lightly when she was attached to someone else. Who knew what kind of emotions might be swimming around in her brain? "Sam, listen. You've only got a few minutes before those pills kick in. Can you see anything about how to get into that room or how to distract him?"

Sam was lost in thought now. "He met a kid. The kid's name is J-" She stopped suddenly as Janet threw a rock at the far side of the building, breaking a window. "What the hell was that?"

Janet watched him get up and look around the room. He quickly moved in the direction of the sound, pulling out his flashlight.

"Son of a bitch." Sam grumbled with frustration. "Why'd you do that? Now Arnie's gonna have to deal with this shit." After some reassurances from Janet that they'd make it up to Arnie, she walked her through steps to get to the security room. "There's a keypad to get into the room itself, plus the main office is locked during the night and you need a key to get in. A goddamn house key, like it's the 19th century. I keep- he keeps telling them to update the system but they'd rather replace the sprinklers than keep the residents sa-"

Janet interrupted her again, asking for the keypad code. Sam shrugged. "I don't know, he hasn't entered it so he hasn't thought about it. I just know there is one because he left that way. Fuck, the window's broken! This is gonna be a huge pain in the ass. Ah, ok, he just got back to the office. The number is 5475. A fucking four-digit number. Ridiculous."

Janet was thankful for that, but she didn't like what came next. "Now we're gonna have to call the goddamn security company and wait for them to come out. Anytime there's property damage they have to come clear everything. Probably just some pissant kids - no wait, it was you!" Sam scowled. "How exactly are you gonna make it right?"

Janet thought desperately. They needed to get in and out before the security team arrived. She asked Sam about their ETA and was encouraged when her sister complained that it usually took a couple of hours. She returned to her question after that. "What are you gonna do for Arnie?" In her desperation, Janet said she'd fuck Arnie. Sam grinned. "Now we're talking! You gonna take it up the ass for him?"

Why did every man Sam attached to have to be a weird creep? "Sure, I guess. But in the meantime, how can we get him to come outside?" Sam was staring at her sister's cleavage lustfully and Janet had to snap her fingers to get her attention. "Eyes up here, you fucking weirdo. How do we get Arnie outside?"

Sam didn't bother looking up. "He usually takes a smoke break between- whoaa, between, erm, chapters." She abruptly sat down on the ground. She tilted her head slightly. "I think the **** are kicking." She looked down, then back up. "In. Kicking in."

This was all they needed. Janet had to sit here with her doped-up pervert-possessed sister and wait for a security guard to finish his book. Sam belched and looked around woozily. "It's getting dark out here."

"It's been dark, Sam."

Sam squinted at her. "Oh. Hmm. I think I just need to look better. See better. I don't know. When are you gonna let Arnie fuuuuuck you?" She giggled and leaned forward to grasp at Janet's breasts. Janet was too surprised to move and Sam got two handfuls. She groaned slightly and kneaded them, much to Janet's chagrin.

An idea occurred to Janet. With Sam this loopy, she might be more pliable. "Sam?"

"Mmmhmm?" Sam asked as she continued to work her sister's breasts.

"I'll fuck Arnie as soon as you do one thing for me."

"Mmm yeah. What is it?"

"Can you detach from him?"

Sam closed her eyes, swaying slightly. Her face went blank and her hands instantly dropped into her lap. She opened her eyes, struggling and failing to focus on Janet. "I've detached. I'm drink." She thought for a second. "Drunk. I'm drunk. No, I'm on ****. I'm doing difficult with my words. I'm seeing double too. I think I'm not gonna be much use today."

"Can you attach to me?"

Sam hiccupped. "Ok." She closed her eyes and opened them again. "Hey sis! I'm back on it. I'm still feeling a little woozy, though. What do you-" She blinked for several seconds. "Ohhh. Ok. Yeah. Ok. I don't know if I can pull it off either. Whatever though."

Janet untied her and they set the next part of their plan into motion.