Grab and Go

Part 2

"Poor bastard," Dave muttered as he hauled Blake's body into the locker room. The rows upon rows of smelly and used lockers brought back nostalgia of his high school days just a few short weeks ago, but it was all water under the bridge. He looked around, and then spotted an excellent place to plant his first charge, and planting Blake there would mean no physical evidence of his involvement. It was all about to be seared. 

However, as he was planting his body, he heard a sound arise from the officer. He was murmuring something and reaching for the empty holster. His eyes remained shut as he slowly waved his hands around frantically. Dave knew it was time to kill the poor man who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. By the time Dave had drawn his silenced pistol and was holding it point blank at the resource officer, Blake was able to fully open his eyes and stare down the barrel. A wave of fear came roaring across his eyes, and he opened his mouth to probably scream for mercy or help, but Dave would never know as he pulled the trigger, sending a spatter of blood on the wall just behind him.

James was in the midst of searching for the safe when he heard the muffled sound of the bullet exiting the pistol. He only paused to look past the square glass windows down the rows of lockers to see Dave making his way up to him. Within moments he appeared in the doorway, a stone cold look on his face. 

"You find it Jamesy?" Jamesy was a fun word Dave and Mitchell liked to call him. 

"Um, no I can't seem to find the thing. He said behind the desk right?" 

"Yeah. Should be padlocked." James looked up as Dave quickly threw down his duffel bag and rifle. He grabbed the entire desk and began to shuffle it towards the opposing wall. As it receded, it began to reveal a loose floor tile, and Dave shot James a funny sort of look as if he was not surprised in James's failure to hurriedly find the safe. When it was fully revealed the padlock was visible, holding a thick two inch steel 8 by 8 inch safe. Without hesitation, Dave pulled out the pistol once again, ordered James to back up, and fired at the lock. The round was able to knock it off the hinges, sending it skidding across the floor. After enough muscle force, James managed to move the rile and force open the lid of the safe. Nestled perfectly inside was a case file labeled "Tropical Suns". This was it.

Without a second thought Dave scooped up the file, jammed it inside his duffel bag beside the explosives, and with James close behind, sprinted out of the locker room. As they exited the room, Mitchell was crouched against the wall, rifle pointed downwards at the staircase. 

"Any snoopers?" Dave asked as they appeared. Mitchell looked over, then back down at the stairs.

"None so far. Do you have the files?" 

"Yup!" James happily answered. 

"Atta' boy Jamesy," Mitchell winked, "now lets set the charges. Ghost!" he yelled into his earpiece, "how much time we got?" 

There was a pause before a muffled sound came over the com, then cleared out so he could hear the disguised and blurred voice of Ghost.

"Fifteen minutes. Possible civilians is approaching the backside of the building, however." 

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, there is a girl and a guy heading down to the locker room areas dumbass." What? There wasn't supposed to be anybody in this section of the school, aside from the now deceased officer Blake. 

"Ghost, where did they come from cause you said at the start of this there was only the staff up by the front desk and Blake." Mitchell's voice was hard and firm in his tone, but it did not affect this hacker who sat cozily in his chair in a trailer park out in Kansas.