The fun starts here! Thanks to Night and BlackSpark, for having reviewed!
Night: I took my info about the IQ on Encarta so I doubt its wrong, but it was an adult scale, so your could still be right. I don't know. ^_^
BlackSpark: Thank you! And believe me, you won't be disappointed by the Equal . . . ^_^
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Chapter 4: Expert
It was nighttime in New York, close to two in the morning. A thick layer of grey clouds covered the sky and only the street lamps and neon signs gave out any form of light. A single van was parked in the business section of the city, the driver looking up at the tall glass building in front of him, across the street. The driver was tall and had very well developed muscles. His black hair was cut short, his skin was of a dark tone and he was wearing a formal black suit with tie. He was looking at the side of the glass building seen from the street, occasionally looking down at a portable computer's screen placed on the passenger seat. In the back of the van was a simple bench with belt and racks attached to the side of the vehicle, on which were electronic equipments, computers, wires and many other machines.
Looking back up at the building, a flash, most probably made by a flashlight, was seen on the top floor. The man in the vehicle turned to the computer, pressed a button and entered a serie of letters and numbers. Once this was done, he took a flashlight from his side, brought it to the windshield and flashed twice towards the building.
More than six hundred and fifty feet in the air, on the top of the building, a person in a black bodysuit received the signal, made sure the harness around his waist was secure before turning towards a machine clasped to the roof and linked to the rope, itself attached to the harness with multiple clips and clasps. The individual tapped a number, more precisely a height, on the keyboard and it appeared on the screen. He turned around to the ledge of the building, tugged on his black mask and gloves, and, after looking at the ground below, extended his arms and jumped into the black void.
The machine calculated the length of the rope desired for it to arrive at the designated height it was assigned, and the individual hanging on the other end, after swinging up and down for a moment, arrived at the exact elevation tapped on the machine. He sighed, turned around in order not to be hanging head upside down, and pulled out four circular objects from one of his suit's pockets. Pulling out what looked like white modelling clay, the person looked at the window of the fifty-fifth in front of which he had stopped and placed each circular object in each corner, stuck under some of the modelling clay.
The trespasser took out a little lever from another pocket and pressed on the green button. The rope dragged him up of two metres, and it was only there that he pulled out another lever that he rose, making the four round objects explode under the modelling clay. The window's glass shattered into tiny pieces and started its descent to the ground below.
In the meantime, the trespasser glided down to his previous position, unhooked himself from his harness and stepped into the room behind the now departed glass. He observed the still security camera and noticed that the standard red light supposed to be seen was not there. The accomplice in the van had successfully deactivated the security system, and so the thief could walk freely through the room without being detected by the camera or the laser beams for the next seven minutes.
The intruder took the same lever he had used to bring himself above the zone of explosion and pressed on the blue button. The machine holding the rope on top of the roof let go of its strong grip and started its descent towards the ground, just like the broken glass.
In the office, the thief walked to a modern art painting, passed his finders along the frame and moved it sideways, to reveal the front face of a safe with a classic combination lock.
"Six minutes, in counting," a female voice said through a small micro attached to the burglar's visor.
The intruder made a step closer to the wall, leaned down and turn his head sideways as he slowly started to turn the security device.
Time passed as he found out that the first number of the safe was forty- one.
"Four minutes," the same feminine voice said in the mike.
The second number was twenty-seven.
"Two minutes and thirty seconds," the voice continued, a tinge of panic in its tone.
The last number was nine.
The thief opened the safe, but knew an electronic wire would trigger an alarm if he didn't cut it less than 0,52 seconds after opening opened it. Taking a pair of pincers from his belt, the thief placed a hand on the knob and opened it brutally. He reached out in the opening at cut the first wire he met. The beginning of a beep was heard but it was immediately cut off.
"A minute!" the voice said quickly.
With the same chilling composure, the intruder took a black bag from his side and started pushing everything from the safe into it. He closed the bag, attached it to his belt and closed the safe's door, pushing the painting back on top of it. He walked to the window, made sure nothing could suggest his passage and leaned on the window frame. Taking a leap, the intruder jumped out, just as the camera started blinking again.
The missing glass part of the window could not be seen, and so the security guard on the first floor, the one who had been staring at a still image for the past ten minutes, had no idea that the glass was missing and that they had been robbed.
Outside, the thief was deploying his parachute. He landed on the empty sidewalk just as the man in the van came out of his vehicle. He helped the robber to get rid of his parachute, took it and brought it back to the van as the thief sat in the backseat. He walked back out with a bag and a broom, walked to the zone where the broken glass and rope had fallen. He placed everything in the bag, jogged back to the van, started the engine and drove off.
"Fabio, Meredith," the thief said softly to the man driving and the woman that was listening in the mike. "Good job."
The man smiled and accelerated.
"By the way, Memph'," Meredith said from the mike. "You got a new job. A certain Artemis Fowl wants to meet you."
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P-p-p-please review??? ^_^
Night: I took my info about the IQ on Encarta so I doubt its wrong, but it was an adult scale, so your could still be right. I don't know. ^_^
BlackSpark: Thank you! And believe me, you won't be disappointed by the Equal . . . ^_^
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Chapter 4: Expert
It was nighttime in New York, close to two in the morning. A thick layer of grey clouds covered the sky and only the street lamps and neon signs gave out any form of light. A single van was parked in the business section of the city, the driver looking up at the tall glass building in front of him, across the street. The driver was tall and had very well developed muscles. His black hair was cut short, his skin was of a dark tone and he was wearing a formal black suit with tie. He was looking at the side of the glass building seen from the street, occasionally looking down at a portable computer's screen placed on the passenger seat. In the back of the van was a simple bench with belt and racks attached to the side of the vehicle, on which were electronic equipments, computers, wires and many other machines.
Looking back up at the building, a flash, most probably made by a flashlight, was seen on the top floor. The man in the vehicle turned to the computer, pressed a button and entered a serie of letters and numbers. Once this was done, he took a flashlight from his side, brought it to the windshield and flashed twice towards the building.
More than six hundred and fifty feet in the air, on the top of the building, a person in a black bodysuit received the signal, made sure the harness around his waist was secure before turning towards a machine clasped to the roof and linked to the rope, itself attached to the harness with multiple clips and clasps. The individual tapped a number, more precisely a height, on the keyboard and it appeared on the screen. He turned around to the ledge of the building, tugged on his black mask and gloves, and, after looking at the ground below, extended his arms and jumped into the black void.
The machine calculated the length of the rope desired for it to arrive at the designated height it was assigned, and the individual hanging on the other end, after swinging up and down for a moment, arrived at the exact elevation tapped on the machine. He sighed, turned around in order not to be hanging head upside down, and pulled out four circular objects from one of his suit's pockets. Pulling out what looked like white modelling clay, the person looked at the window of the fifty-fifth in front of which he had stopped and placed each circular object in each corner, stuck under some of the modelling clay.
The trespasser took out a little lever from another pocket and pressed on the green button. The rope dragged him up of two metres, and it was only there that he pulled out another lever that he rose, making the four round objects explode under the modelling clay. The window's glass shattered into tiny pieces and started its descent to the ground below.
In the meantime, the trespasser glided down to his previous position, unhooked himself from his harness and stepped into the room behind the now departed glass. He observed the still security camera and noticed that the standard red light supposed to be seen was not there. The accomplice in the van had successfully deactivated the security system, and so the thief could walk freely through the room without being detected by the camera or the laser beams for the next seven minutes.
The intruder took the same lever he had used to bring himself above the zone of explosion and pressed on the blue button. The machine holding the rope on top of the roof let go of its strong grip and started its descent towards the ground, just like the broken glass.
In the office, the thief walked to a modern art painting, passed his finders along the frame and moved it sideways, to reveal the front face of a safe with a classic combination lock.
"Six minutes, in counting," a female voice said through a small micro attached to the burglar's visor.
The intruder made a step closer to the wall, leaned down and turn his head sideways as he slowly started to turn the security device.
Time passed as he found out that the first number of the safe was forty- one.
"Four minutes," the same feminine voice said in the mike.
The second number was twenty-seven.
"Two minutes and thirty seconds," the voice continued, a tinge of panic in its tone.
The last number was nine.
The thief opened the safe, but knew an electronic wire would trigger an alarm if he didn't cut it less than 0,52 seconds after opening opened it. Taking a pair of pincers from his belt, the thief placed a hand on the knob and opened it brutally. He reached out in the opening at cut the first wire he met. The beginning of a beep was heard but it was immediately cut off.
"A minute!" the voice said quickly.
With the same chilling composure, the intruder took a black bag from his side and started pushing everything from the safe into it. He closed the bag, attached it to his belt and closed the safe's door, pushing the painting back on top of it. He walked to the window, made sure nothing could suggest his passage and leaned on the window frame. Taking a leap, the intruder jumped out, just as the camera started blinking again.
The missing glass part of the window could not be seen, and so the security guard on the first floor, the one who had been staring at a still image for the past ten minutes, had no idea that the glass was missing and that they had been robbed.
Outside, the thief was deploying his parachute. He landed on the empty sidewalk just as the man in the van came out of his vehicle. He helped the robber to get rid of his parachute, took it and brought it back to the van as the thief sat in the backseat. He walked back out with a bag and a broom, walked to the zone where the broken glass and rope had fallen. He placed everything in the bag, jogged back to the van, started the engine and drove off.
"Fabio, Meredith," the thief said softly to the man driving and the woman that was listening in the mike. "Good job."
The man smiled and accelerated.
"By the way, Memph'," Meredith said from the mike. "You got a new job. A certain Artemis Fowl wants to meet you."
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P-p-p-please review??? ^_^
