Who: Jack Olsen and Robyn Robbie O'Dell What: Jack giving her a "present". Not that perverts. Where: The house? Their room? Where ever he finds her. When: Sunday: April 12th-11:30pm CST Rating: TBA Completion: Incomplete
Jack had a late night at the company. He had heard alot of Robbie's rants about his boss. They all were interesting, and because she ment so much to him, her sister was important to him aswell. So when Robbie expressed how much this guy was a jackass, and shouldn't be fucking her sister. Jack took it upon himself, despite Robbie's protests and investigated the man himself. Having codes and keys for most the building made it slightly easy.
With the exploring, he caught some of the important people in this company talking. They had papers, and were talking about forcing a company into selling. Which ment there could be something, shady. So, hiding and waiting about doing his, so called security work. Then when the moment came, he was in that very office snooping around. He had used his phone the best he could to record their conversation. Aswell to take pictures. From what he caught, was some extortion plan against a corporation president. Deacon wanted leading shares in the company. That was a sure fire illegal way to do it.
After coming across a locked tight file cabniet he decided that what he wanted was in it. He crouched and examined the lock carefully. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper clip. Bending and shifting the weak metal he started picking the lock slowly. Hear it in place right he turned the lock and heard it release. Perfect. Pulling the drawer open he searched seeing all the proof he needed. With his phone he took pictures, then took key things. Going across the hall he made copies of the papers. Returning he put the papers back, except for his copies, and relocked the lock. Then leaving the office all together.
His shift ended quickly later. Soon, Jack was driving as fast as he could home. Peeling pratically up her driveway, he skidded to a stop at the end where he normally parked, except more akwardly angled. Running up to the house with everything in his hands he plowed through the front doors. Pratically shouting. "Robbie! ROBBIE!" He kicked his shoes off at the door, and rushed into the living room. No one. "ROBBIE!" Then to the kitchen, though no prevail. He gave a look, as he hurried off to their bedroom, pushing through the door, calling out. "Robyn O'Dell." He was waving the papers as he saw his favorite blonde. "I've got good news." He pratically dropped it onto the bed. "You'll love what your favorite evil doer is planning."