Violet Ward ♛ Cinderella (theothershoe) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-21 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | grace cash |
Who: Grace Cash
What: A little peak into the double life of Grace Helen Cash
When: Backdated to Sunday night, March 20 2011
Where: Tijuana, Mexico
Warnings: Violence and really bad puns
Every work day always ended the same for Grace. She clocked out, she slipped her heels back on where they'd been sitting under her desk all day. She reapplied her lip gloss, checked in with her boss and then breezed out the door with her Gucci bag on her shoulder. It was safe to say Grace had picked up Cindy's taste for high priced fashion, luckily her boss never though to ask her how she could afford the nicer things she always seemed to have. He payed her well, but he didn't pay her that well. What he and everyone else didn't know was that she had another job, the top secret kind that paid you a butt load because there was always a chance you might die in the process. But that never bothered her, no, it just made the thrill and the rush all the more appealing. Yes, Grace was taking after Cindy in more ways then one.
"Me gustaría hablar con el... gerente." I would like to speak to your manager.
Grace's Spanish wasn't the best, she was much better with French but a little flash of skin and a smile always seemed to do the trick. People will forgive you almost anything as long as you have a pretty face, and she worked that angle just like every other. It was also incredibly hard to talk over the cheesy mariachi band music playing over the loud speakers, and she was a little tipsy off the few shots of tequila she'd had previous to this conversation. The surly Mexican with a pronounced mustache and an even more pronounced beer belly stared down at her where she was standing at the bar with her hands on her hips, inwardly having trouble not getting queasy at the sight of him. But Grace was nothing if not an incredibly skilled actress. "Do you comprende? The food was no es bueno, okay? Gerente, por favor!" Well, sort of.
The man gave her a few more squinty-eyed stares before finally nodding and moving around the bar, gesturing her to follow him through the kitchen and into a back room separated from the tiny restaurant venue by a curtain of cheap door beads. The sound of jingling plastic clicked around her ears as Grace followed him in and immediately down a narrow, dirty hallway. Her bright eyes looking subtly around for any sign of a surveillance camera or someone waiting in the wings. Not so far. "Your manager all the way back here, honey? You boys should really think about investing in some new digs, this place is..."
Grace trailed off, knowing full well the man didn't know any English but that didn't stop her anyway, what did stop her was the sudden halt in their steps as they rounded another corner into the tiniest office she'd ever lain eyes on. "... shitty."
The man left with an audible grunt and Grace was left standing in the middle of the dark office, the guy hadn't even bothered to switch on a light. What a gentleman. It was hard to tell whose thought that was, but knowing Cindy and Grace it could very well have been both. With a little bit of wall groping, Grace was able to locate a light switch and flip it on just as she felt hands behind her grab onto her shoulders and Grace's mouth lit up in a wicked smile. She didn't miss a beat before she was throwing herself to the ground and stretching a leg back up behind her to kick the weapon in his left hand, bracing both her hands on the floor so she could use her weight to twist around and lock both legs around the guy's neck. Two seconds after the guy tried to attack her he was flat on his back on the ground, with Grace on her feet standing over him and pointing his gun in his face.
"You know what they say about unhappy customers," she spoke in a low tone, before lifting a foot and kicking him square in the face, knocking him out cold. "They might just send someone back here to complain." She didn't waste any time in shutting the door to the office before walking around and sitting down at his computer. She placed the gun just to the left of the keyboard just in case he woke up and waited for the computer to boot up before typing in a few codes at rapid succession. A few password protected files immediately appeared on the screen and she grinned in triumph, plucking a USB drive from her cleavage and inserting it into the side of the computer.
Fifteen seconds after she'd been attacked by the man on the ground she was re-pocketing the USB drive in her shirt and walking briskly out the door, making fast for the opposite end of the hall that she'd come in and locating her pre-approved escape route. It only took a few more seconds for her to climb out onto the window ledge and scale down the wall of the building, dropping to the ground on her feet twenty feet below and detaching her make shift harness before making a run for it. The scum bag wouldn't be out cold forever, after all.
Once she was in her car and back on the other side of the border within cell phone range again Grace stopped short at the sound of her cell phone beeping, pulling over onto the side of the road and cursing. Her sister had asked her to go out hours ago, so she didn't wait before she hit speed dial and put the phone to her ear as she took off down the road again knowing she'd have some 'splainin' to do. At least she'd be on time for work in the morning.