Rift

Chapter 4- Girl Scout Cookies

We all huddled around my computer, watching, waiting. We were stuffed into Tom's car outside the mansion of Jeffrey Higgs III, the man we wanted to kill. The video wobbled as Grace hopped up the steps to the door. This was time for her to do her work. The miniature camera was hidden on her stolen Girl Scout uniform. She had a small microphone attached to her collar and an earpiece pushed inside her ear. This was all so we could communicate, which was very important. The equipment had cost a lot, enough for a new fedora or two, so communicating BETTER be important. "OK, game time. Innocent face on," I whispered into my mike. 

"Message received," Grace whispered. Next to me, Tom began to mutter something about how unsafe that was. Leo covered his mouth, and suddenly, the car was silent. JC slowly unwrapped some more Scooby-Doo!TM fruit snacks, the crinkling of the wrapper the only noise aside from the occasional breath. Katalyst shoved me aside for a better view of the screen, and Cassandra stopped applying lipstick and craned her neck over the seat. 

"And, go," Kat said as Grace rang the doorbell. We held our breath as the door slowly creaked open. We could see the inside of the house, but none of us payed attention. We would review the footage later, then we would start mapping out our plan. Right now, we were all focused on making sure Grace wasn't discovered.

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Jeffrey Higgs III looked down at the child who rang his doorbell grumpily. Normally, his servants would have answered, but of course the child had to pick the one day he was alone. He harrumphed noisily, then analyzed the child. She was a young girl, clad in a Girl Scout uniform, with multiple freckles and wavy dark hair. He was about to slam the door- he was sick to death of Girl Scouts- when the girl widened her eyes. "Mister, would you like to buy some Girl Scouts cookies? We have Thin Mints!"  Jeffrey would have refused, but the child was just so pure and sweet and innocent looking. He sighed.

"Very well. Put me down for three boxes. Just let me get my checkbook first." Jeffrey stepped back inside, unwittingly providing the perfect opportunity for some great footage. He grabbed his checkbook, then handed some money to the girl. The girl smiled winningly. 

"Thank you, mister! Have a great day!" she said, waving cheerfully. Jeffrey closed the door. He did not see the girl tap her ear and say, "Mission accomplished." He did not see the five young hooligans parked across from him hoot and holler. He did not see one produce lattes for the rest. And he certainly did not see the young, innocent girl high-fiving her peers, then driving off.