Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. I got the idea
to name the drug in here after the Michael Connelly book, 'The Black Ice.'
I did make up what is in black ice though.
VII
Black Ice
Dylan
"Wait, why is it bad?" Natalie asked.
"That black stuff is a new drug called 'Black Ice,'" Alex explained.
"But wouldn't a combination of those drugs cause death?" Natalie asked, confused.
"No. There isn't that much of each drug to begin with," I said. "But since there's LSD and marijuana in it, it's a very powerful hallucinogenic. And it's getting more and more popular with wealthy people since Black Ice is so expensive to make and buy."
"How is it taken?" Natalie then asked.
"I don't know. Dylan?" Alex asked me.
I shook my head and said, "It's really new."
Alex sighed as I handed the paper back to her. "On another topic, what did you find with the shoeprints?" she asked.
"There was only one match to one of the prints," I said as Natalie gave Alex Norris' criminal record. "A man named Jacob Norris."
"Look at this. At least thirty robberies that the police were able to pin on him," Alex said when she read the paper. "And this guy's only twenty four!"
"I know," I said. "There was a picture of him, here." I took the photograph from Anthony and handed it to Alex.
Alex looked at it and nodded. "We can look for him in the security tapes," she said.
"Anthony said he was a professional thief," Natalie said.
"Have you met him?" Alex asked, looking at Anthony.
Shaking his head, Anthony answered, "I only saw him once. At a client's house."
"You have a good memory," Alex murmured. Then she walked out of the room saying, "Let's head into the Tech Lab, we'll look at the tapes now."
The rest of us followed her, Natalie and me taking off the white lab coats we had been wearing over our clothes.
"Now, I think that these tapes are of the whole day of the robbery," Alex said. "Two are from building two, the others from building three."
"Where were the cameras?" Natalie asked as Alex handed her a tape.
"Luckily for us, these tapes will show four of the five paintings that were stolen," she answered. "There shouldn't be too much during the night hours, so just concentrate on when the museum was open." She gave Anthony and me two tapes and then went to a cubicle.
The Tech Lab was a spacious room that had three small TVs hooked up to computers. Each TV and computer was in its own cubicle so we didn't bother one another when we worked.
As I turned on the TV and put the tape in the VCR, Anthony dragged over a chair and put it next to me.
"Give this to Alex," I said to him before he could sit.
He took the picture from me and I waited until he came back to start the tape.
The screen was divided into four sections and when it started, each part was empty except for a few guards and a cleaning crew walking by.
I looked at the time on the screen and saw that it was an hour before the museum opened. I pressed fast forward until o group of people appeared in one of the sections. I pressed play and then sat back in my chair, waiting to see if Norris would show up.
After a while, Anthony pressed pause on the TV and pointed to a person in the lower left screen.
It was Norris.
He was in the middle of the room, looking at one of the paintings that would be stolen.
I wrote down the time on the paper I had with me, and then I pressed play again.
It took a long time to go through both tapes that Alex had given us. When I wrote down the last time that Norris was on the tape, I looked over at the clock. It was one in the afternoon.
"Are you two done?" Natalie asked, walking over to our cubicle.
"Yeah, did you see Norris in your tape?" I asked.
"Just a few times," Natalie answered.
"Guys," Alex called to us. "This tape is from yesterdays recording."
We all walked over to her cubicle.
"It is yesterday, look at the date," Natalie said, pointing to the screen.
"There's Norris," I said, surprised.
"He went back to the crime scene?" Natalie asked.
"Some criminals do that," Alex said. "It gives them a sense of pride to return to the scene and see what they accomplished."
"So we know a few things about Norris now," I said.
"What's that?" Natalie said.
"He's a p-professional thief," Anthony said.
"That and he's well off. How else could he get Black Ice if he doesn't have the money and the connections to high class people," I said. "And we know he goes back to the buildings where the paintings were."
Alex, Natalie and I all looked at each other for a few moments before Alex spoke up.
"Looks like we need to go undercover at the Getty tomorrow," she said.
We decided that Anthony and I would go to the museum the next day, disguised as a wealthy couple from San Francisco, in the market for Black Ice.
Once we had all the details worked out, we left the lab so we could get the clothing we would need for the next day at the warehouse.
Alex would be a tourist too, but she would stay in the other buildings until we were done. She would be wearing an outfit from home and a wig of light brown hair.
Natalie was going to be working in the Children's gift shop that was in building three. She called the museum and arranged it so she could work there for the next day. She was going to wear a shirt that we had from the museum, but no wig.
I would have to wear a blouse and skirt that looked like they cost more that half of the clothes in my closet combined. Then I had to wear a wig which had short black hair. Along with that, I would be wearing contacts that made my eyes brown.
Anthony was going to wear a black Armani suit that Alex had found in the back of all the men's suits we had. He would also be wearing a wig of bleach-blonde hair that was very short. He had to wear contacts too, but he only would wear one so he would have one blue eye and one green eye.
"Well, it looks like we're all set," Alex said, putting her wig into the trunk of her car.
"What time do you want us to be in the parking lot?" Natalie asked.
"At nine thirty on the third level," Alex answered.
I closed the trunk of Anthony's car and said, "We'll see you guys tomorrow." I got into the passenger seat and Anthony started the car and drove off towards home.
VII
Black Ice
Dylan
"Wait, why is it bad?" Natalie asked.
"That black stuff is a new drug called 'Black Ice,'" Alex explained.
"But wouldn't a combination of those drugs cause death?" Natalie asked, confused.
"No. There isn't that much of each drug to begin with," I said. "But since there's LSD and marijuana in it, it's a very powerful hallucinogenic. And it's getting more and more popular with wealthy people since Black Ice is so expensive to make and buy."
"How is it taken?" Natalie then asked.
"I don't know. Dylan?" Alex asked me.
I shook my head and said, "It's really new."
Alex sighed as I handed the paper back to her. "On another topic, what did you find with the shoeprints?" she asked.
"There was only one match to one of the prints," I said as Natalie gave Alex Norris' criminal record. "A man named Jacob Norris."
"Look at this. At least thirty robberies that the police were able to pin on him," Alex said when she read the paper. "And this guy's only twenty four!"
"I know," I said. "There was a picture of him, here." I took the photograph from Anthony and handed it to Alex.
Alex looked at it and nodded. "We can look for him in the security tapes," she said.
"Anthony said he was a professional thief," Natalie said.
"Have you met him?" Alex asked, looking at Anthony.
Shaking his head, Anthony answered, "I only saw him once. At a client's house."
"You have a good memory," Alex murmured. Then she walked out of the room saying, "Let's head into the Tech Lab, we'll look at the tapes now."
The rest of us followed her, Natalie and me taking off the white lab coats we had been wearing over our clothes.
"Now, I think that these tapes are of the whole day of the robbery," Alex said. "Two are from building two, the others from building three."
"Where were the cameras?" Natalie asked as Alex handed her a tape.
"Luckily for us, these tapes will show four of the five paintings that were stolen," she answered. "There shouldn't be too much during the night hours, so just concentrate on when the museum was open." She gave Anthony and me two tapes and then went to a cubicle.
The Tech Lab was a spacious room that had three small TVs hooked up to computers. Each TV and computer was in its own cubicle so we didn't bother one another when we worked.
As I turned on the TV and put the tape in the VCR, Anthony dragged over a chair and put it next to me.
"Give this to Alex," I said to him before he could sit.
He took the picture from me and I waited until he came back to start the tape.
The screen was divided into four sections and when it started, each part was empty except for a few guards and a cleaning crew walking by.
I looked at the time on the screen and saw that it was an hour before the museum opened. I pressed fast forward until o group of people appeared in one of the sections. I pressed play and then sat back in my chair, waiting to see if Norris would show up.
After a while, Anthony pressed pause on the TV and pointed to a person in the lower left screen.
It was Norris.
He was in the middle of the room, looking at one of the paintings that would be stolen.
I wrote down the time on the paper I had with me, and then I pressed play again.
It took a long time to go through both tapes that Alex had given us. When I wrote down the last time that Norris was on the tape, I looked over at the clock. It was one in the afternoon.
"Are you two done?" Natalie asked, walking over to our cubicle.
"Yeah, did you see Norris in your tape?" I asked.
"Just a few times," Natalie answered.
"Guys," Alex called to us. "This tape is from yesterdays recording."
We all walked over to her cubicle.
"It is yesterday, look at the date," Natalie said, pointing to the screen.
"There's Norris," I said, surprised.
"He went back to the crime scene?" Natalie asked.
"Some criminals do that," Alex said. "It gives them a sense of pride to return to the scene and see what they accomplished."
"So we know a few things about Norris now," I said.
"What's that?" Natalie said.
"He's a p-professional thief," Anthony said.
"That and he's well off. How else could he get Black Ice if he doesn't have the money and the connections to high class people," I said. "And we know he goes back to the buildings where the paintings were."
Alex, Natalie and I all looked at each other for a few moments before Alex spoke up.
"Looks like we need to go undercover at the Getty tomorrow," she said.
We decided that Anthony and I would go to the museum the next day, disguised as a wealthy couple from San Francisco, in the market for Black Ice.
Once we had all the details worked out, we left the lab so we could get the clothing we would need for the next day at the warehouse.
Alex would be a tourist too, but she would stay in the other buildings until we were done. She would be wearing an outfit from home and a wig of light brown hair.
Natalie was going to be working in the Children's gift shop that was in building three. She called the museum and arranged it so she could work there for the next day. She was going to wear a shirt that we had from the museum, but no wig.
I would have to wear a blouse and skirt that looked like they cost more that half of the clothes in my closet combined. Then I had to wear a wig which had short black hair. Along with that, I would be wearing contacts that made my eyes brown.
Anthony was going to wear a black Armani suit that Alex had found in the back of all the men's suits we had. He would also be wearing a wig of bleach-blonde hair that was very short. He had to wear contacts too, but he only would wear one so he would have one blue eye and one green eye.
"Well, it looks like we're all set," Alex said, putting her wig into the trunk of her car.
"What time do you want us to be in the parking lot?" Natalie asked.
"At nine thirty on the third level," Alex answered.
I closed the trunk of Anthony's car and said, "We'll see you guys tomorrow." I got into the passenger seat and Anthony started the car and drove off towards home.