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New York was surrounded by darkness of the night and everyone was asleep in his or her beds, all except one. He moved quickly in the shadows and moved closer towards Tracy Enterprises owned by the famous Jeff Tracy, billionaire and ex-astronaut. It was a simple job and he knew what was at stake if he didn't complete his job.
He stood in front of the entrance and picked up the lock and entered the building. Quiet and carefully, he turned off the alarms in the building and went to the elevators and pushed the button to top floor. He wasn't very worried about cameras catching him on film, since he had turned them off earlier in the day and said they were up for repairs. No one questioned about it and he didn't ask if they wondered why, but their ignorance was his reassurance and made everything work according to plan.
"Canary, can you read me over?" said a voice through his earpiece. His co-worker always used that codename on him, and out of all the nicknames he had been given through out the years that one was the worst.
"I told you many times already not to call me by that name," he said exasperated. "Please mind you that we're on a job and you calling me in the middle of it is really a bad timing."
"Ahh, come on little canary. You know that I'm only messing with you," the voice said, amused by his own joke. "Anyway things looks clear on top floor, but remember…"
"Yes, I know! Now shut up, I need to concentrate."
The elevator doors opened and he stepped out. Everything was dark with the exception of the moonlight coming from the windows, however you could easily see it was well cleaned in the hallway. If he had more time he would look around a little more, but now wasn't the time to observe the top floor. He opened the door to Mr. Tracy's office, but he didn't walk in. Instead he pulled out a powder case and blew the powder into the room. The powder revealed red laser beams in the room. An old school trick, but classic way of hindering someone from entering the room unauthorized, however you would think that Mr. Tracy could afford better security systems. Now the next task was to get into the room while avoiding the beams that released a separate alarm to the police and Mr. Tracy. Okay, he thought to himself. This is going to be easy. He slowly began moving into the room. His moves were quick and graceful, similar to an acrobat or a very good dancer. In real life he was neither, but he had been trained by one of the best and he was not ready to lose his hard-earned image with this job. When he was close enough to the desk, he turned on the computer. The screen changed and demanded a password to enter. He had not idea what Mr. Tracy would use as a password, and probably no one else would be able to guess it. He clicked on the hint option, where it said:
The one I want to see again
He could think of one person that Mr. Tracy wanted to see again. It was common knowledge about how much Mr. Tracy loves his deceased wife and his family, but his wife had been his rock and when she died a part of him died. However whenever he wrote Lucy or Lucille, all he got was an error on the password. If that wasn't the password then what could it be?
The easy way would be giving up, but he wasn't the type to give up that easily, he thought to himself. It was then he knew what the password was and wrote it and clicked enter. This time the computer allowed him entering. He grinned over the accomplishment and quickly searched for the document he wanted. When he finally found it, he pulled up his memory stick and transferred a copy of the document to the stick. It only took three seconds before he got what he was asked to require, and said:
"Target obtained, Mockingbird."
"About time, Canary. I thought for a second that you couldn't do it," the voice answered amused of himself. His partner was always the one who is carefree and likes to joke around, especially during work, but it also made work seem even more fun. "And you did it in fifteen minutes. That must be a new personal record. Anyway get out of there and let's pack up, so we can celebrate."
"If you mean celebrate with alcohol and girls, then I'm going to say no and go to bed."
"Come on dude. Both you and Sparrow are such party-poopers. You're young and have a whole life to sleep and be boring like when you're thirty and bored with life."
"Whatever man, I'm tired. So see you in a few minutes."
"Copy that, Canary," Mockingbird said before the line went quiet. Canary turned off the computer and slowly began walking through the beams and back to the hallway. Everything was good until suddenly all the alarms in the building were turned on and the loud sound of the sirens filled the building.
Crap, he thought in panic. Mockingbird must have turned on the alarms before he clarified or he must have pushed it accidently. Either way he was in deep water if he didn't get out of there before the police arrived and then the job failed miserable. So instead of taking the elevator down to the lobby he ran down the stairs. He needed to find a floor he could easily slip through and out of the building, however luck didn't seem to give him that plan going. He could immediately hear from the outside that the police had arrived and had already entered the building. He was a sitting duck in here and needed get out fast. The option he saw was jumping out of the window that was towards the alley, but the only problem was that doing so would cause a lot of attention to his location and there were also big chance he could get seriously hurt. He made his decision quick when he heard one policeman call out and was heading towards him. He jumped.
Canary must have had fates on his side, since he didn't meet the pavement. Instead he landed on the top of a car roof that was parked in the alley, which had lessened the fall and injuries to a minimum. The pain was bad, but not bad enough to stop him from getting away. Mockingbird yelled into the earpiece and said:
"OMG! Are you okay? What happened?"
Canary didn't answer instead ran out of the alley as quick as he could. And he had been right; the police did hear him jumping out of the window and was following after him. He needed to find the van where the others were in order to complete this job, if not then the whole job would be totally compromised. He could hear shouting getting closer and closer as he ran, but he quickly noticed the van and ran straight towards it. He used very bit of energy to make it to the van, and when he finally reached it the van door opened. A young teenage girl was standing there and pulled him inside and closed the door behind them. Canary handed her the memory stick and she accepted it with a grin on her face. They had accomplished their mission. However their celebration was cut short when the door opened once again and four policemen was standing there with their gun aimed at them. They shouted:
"FREEZE! You are under arrest."
After that moment everything changed forever.
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Okay, let me just say this is my first THB story and I hope you will like it. The idea just popped into my head and I just had to write it down. Anyway not sure how often this story will be updated due to my exams and school, but I will continue it.
