As the clock struck midnight, Angela crept into the facility in the poorly-guarded military camp, having accessed it from a broken wire fence with a huge gaping hole - hidden by a wooden platform conveniently leaning on it. The duty personnel on patrol weren't even aware.
The entrance from the facility brought her into a long corridor. There were two doors, one on the left wall at the middle of the corridor and also the door to the library at the far end - Her target destination. Given the building layout that her employers handed her, both doors were usually unlocked - Everything hinges on those patrolling conscripts, who don't get paid enough to bother about this shit, to prevent intruders from entering the camp in the first place. She could wait inside the first room for a while to make sure the coast is clear, then hop into the library, grab the item and get out.
Something unexpected happened. The door to the first room opened when she was about to reach out for the handle. She gasped at the sight of another person in it, and before she could react he hushed her and dragged her into the room before closing it.
"The hell are you doing here?" Bob whispered to Angela under the dimly lit room. He was surprised to see another intruder sneaking in around here from the darkened glass window.
"What are you here for?" She asked hesitantly, wondering if this stranger was a rival freelancer going after the same thing.
"The PX40133 model prototype, you?"
"Oh. I'm looking for a thumbdrive from the computer archives."
"The library, right?" Bob asked, and Angela nodded in response.
"Maybe we could help each other out," He suggested. She at least sounded kind of hot.
"We still have some time before work, why not get to know each other first? Oh... Nice ass by the way," Bob continued, using what he thought were charming lines. His eyes had wandered down to that shapely looking bottom of hers, as far as he could tell in the darkness anyway.
Angela rolled her eyes. That was a first, being sexually harassed as a thief.
Very unprofessional behavior on his part and a distraction from work. The proper "protocol" was to avoid the likes of him and carry on with the mission. No HR to report this behavior, right?
"Certainly not! I'm going now." Angela snapped and left the room for the library.
"No, wait!"
Bob cursed silently. The guards on Saturdays always patrol the library at around this time. Like most well-meaning gentlemen, he was about to warn her but Angela had already left the room in a haste.
If she got caught by the guards, chances are they would catch him too. Bob had no choice but to follow Angela into the library as well. She switched on the lights after locking the door behind her.
"Fuck, we need to find a place to hide, the guards would be here any minute," Bob stared around the room. He spotted the engine model he was looking for, but that's for nothing if he got caught. With a stroke of luck, he saw the open rooftop window accessible from a table below it. He returned his attention back to Angela to see how she looked with the lights on.
She was undoubtedly a professional, dressed not in that shiny impractical catsuit in movies, but loose black clothing that still showed off her tight slender body where she worked out a lot to achieve it. Agility is after all a necessity for a professional thief. Her neck length black hair was slicked back and behind her ears, making it easier to move around quickly without distracting her sight. She had a plain-looking albeit not ugly face. Make-up is not necessary at all for this job, and that was partly why Angela liked it. A job where she would be judged not on her physical attractiveness but her skills, befitting her status as a strong independent woman.
For the first time, he noticed the curves of her pert, firm ass emerging as she bent over the bottom shelves rummaging through old junk. He couldn't see any panty lines on those leggings. That soft black fabric covering up her big round ass looked so thin and fragile, he so much wanted to tear them open and ravish her on the spot.