I had been watching the building for a few weeks now. It’s a big gray building with no decorations, gated underground parking, and a too-small lot that surrounds the back. Five stories tall, it’s taller than anything for a mile, but its drab look, like a cinderblock with tinted windows, makes it almost invisible. If you asked anybody they’d say they never even noticed it.
But I noticed it. I was waiting for a bus a couple of weeks ago when I saw the truck pull up around back, and two big bored looking guys started pulling out some of the finest computers and electronics I’d ever seen.
I moved to the lobby doors to smoke a cigarette and saw them lugging the stuff up the staircase. Stubbing out my cig, I walked in and looked at the stairwell door. Never locks. Good. I got in the elevator and hit each of the buttons. First floor, nothing. Second, the same. Third was empty too. When the doors opened on the fourth floor, I saw the guys bringing stuff into the double-doors of the office right next to the elevator. Cool. Suite 400.
I jabbed the button for the lobby and when I got out I checked the directory. Suite 400... Securities and Finance, Inc. Good.
I’ve been in the business of dealing in stolen goods for awhile now, and this looked like the Mother Lode. I looked around the Lobby slowly, nope. Not a security camera in sight. Then I noticed the keypads outside the front and rear entrance doors. Shit. Oh well, I figured, I’d just have to see how they worked is all. I went out and caught the bus. On the way home, I planned how I would do it.
First, I borrowed my buddy’s car and drove over to the building at 5:00AM. I parked in the little lot next to one of the three cars there. At 5:45 a car pulled in and a giant black dude got out. He was dressed nice, but was no executive. I watched him punch in a code and walk into the building. No lights came on in any of the offices on the two sides of the building I could see from my spot, so there was an even chance he was going to Suite 400. About 20 minutes later, two women left, each heading for cars at different ends of the lot. The one heading for me didn’t see me in the darkness. Man, she was fine! Unlike the dude who went in, she wasn’t dressed for business. She had short hair, probably dark brown or red, a cute if not pretty face, and she walked easy, with no fear. She was wearing a long tank top with little shoulder straps, that barely held in her large tits, and it was short enough to show off the navel piercing on her slightly flabby tummy. Her low-rise jeans were bell-bottoms, and she was wearing sandals. A little flab, but overall a nice little package. She got into the car parked next to mine and drove off without a care.
The other girl had short blonde hair and big tits, but she must have weighed like 200 on a 5’ body. She drove off without seeing me too.
By 6:30, cars started coming in and I couldn’t keep track of the people coming and going, so I left. I drove to a nearby Denny’s where I left the car and walked back. Across the street and down the block a bit there was an abandoned gas station with a chainlink fence around it. I noticed a couple of homeless guys hanging out inside the fence, by the old garage building.
I found the break in the fence and went over to the garage. It had a perfect view of the building, especially the two sides I couldn’t see before. I went to the homeless guys and let them know a group of gentlemen would be taking over the building and that their presence was no longer desired. After a little more discussion, they saw the light and left. Worked good, never saw any homeless near there again. I headed back to Denny’s and had breakfast before heading home.
Over the next two weeks I spent every night at that gas station, watching the windows of the fourth floor. The lights never went off and every night she worked the redhead (yes, it was dyed dark red) with the big tits would open the blinds at 11:00. After two weeks I was secure in the knowledge that those two girls were all alone in that office, and after midnight they didn’t seem too busy. I would see them walking around, drinking coffee and talking, laughing. Every once in a while they would jump and one would run for a phone call, but they seemed pretty lax.
The next step was the easiest. I parked in the back lot in my buddy’s car again and watched through binoculars when the black dude showed again. He punched in the code, #4572. Then just pull the old door right open. Cool. The next night I parked at Denny’s and had coffee until midnight. Then I strolled over to the building, went around back, and punched in the code. The door opened without a problem. I walked to the stairs and opened the door. It was empty and quiet. I went up to the fourth floor, opened the door quietly, and peeked out into the empty hallway.
I sneaked over to the double doors and quietly tried to open them. Locked of course. I went down the hall to the bathrooms and found both of those locked too, so I went back to the stairs and waited with the door open just enough to hear clearly.
At about 2:45, 1 heard the door open and feet running down the hall. I looked out and saw the fat blond running to the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the door to Suite 400 click shut. I was curious, so I went over and tried the door. Unlocked, cool.
I went back to the stairs and waited for about 5 minutes when the blond went back in. Then I tried the door again but it was locked. Cool. This was going to work just fine.
The next day I went to my friend Al’s place. Al works for a shipping company and owns his own truck. I’ve borrowed it from him before on occasion, and he gets paid pretty good when I do, too.
I went home with the truck, parking it at the Wal*Mart nearby, and started to get ready. In my black nylon bag I packed 6 sets of steel handcuffs, two rolls of book tape, a utility knife, three pairs of latex gloves with the palms cut out, a single black stocking, and my .45. I thought about the scenario and had to smile. Just for shits I tossed in a couple packs of Trojans. What the hell, right?
