Nate Henderson || Remy LeBeau (ragincajun) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-05-25 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | nate henderson, rachel young |
WHO: Rachel Young and Nate Henderson
WHAT: A little b&e to get one cosmic cube
WHERE: Agency Headquarters (dun dun dun)
WHEN: NOW BITCHES
WARNINGS: Language, probably.
It was a warm night. Hazy. Drizzling. Perfect cover for somebody--or bodies--who needed to cover their tracks. Nate was already grinning over his fortune. The rain wasn't enough to make things difficult, but it was enough to wash away anything they might leave behind on the buildings. And while there was a part of him feeling hesitant over the betrayal he was commiting on his fellow X-Men, mostly Nate just felt excited for his payday.
The plan was simple, but most of the best plans were. He'd stolen a keycard off of the janitorial supervisor, and swiped the key codes from the computer of a temp on the third floor who happened to contract the trojan virus Nate sent her via Facebook. They had what they needed to access the cube, they had the blueprint of the building, and Rachel had her brilliant exit plan. They were golden, and so close to getting their money from Fox.
And probably giving other heroes something to deal with that was problematic, but collateral damage was a given.
"Ready to do this?" Nate asked with his sly smile. He had Remy's bo staff tucked neatly in the inner pocket of his trenchcoat, and a lit cigarette-as always--hanging from his mouth. If he was nervous, he didn't show it. He merely flicked aside the spent stick with gloved hands. "Most we're going to run into on that floor is cameras and janitors. Most security is first floor. Luckily, we've got a back door key. Might have to take a few of them out, though. You good with that?"