Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-29 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, winston frost |
Who: Belle Boudreaux (feat. Winston Frost)
Where: Vatican City
What: a heist
When: Saturday
Warnings/Rating: pg-13 for mild violence
Status complete
Belle took a deep breath as she finished getting ready in the hotel room. She was wearing her stealth gear, which was just a grey shirt with long sleeves, matching yoga pants, soft dancer’s shoes and a hood to cover her hair. This was a pretty difficult job. If she was mentally damaged she wouldn’t be able to manage it, and it would be Winston Frost versus the Vatican to get her loose.
She checked her gadgets over one more time, but she was going in relatively light. The heaviest thing she had was a metal case just large enough for her target object, and that had to be strapped to her back. She stretched a little and nodded, then went out onto her balcony, pulling her hood up. Her hotel was close to the main vault, according to her intel, so she wouldn’t have far to go. She knew she had an escape waiting for her, she just had to get into the guts of the Vatican and back out again.
She lept from the balcony onto the building next door. She moved lightly and quickly across the roof, scoping out the guards on the balcony of the archive. She pulled out her rifle and set it up quietly, making sure and then double sure she was using tranquilizer darts instead of bullets. She didn’t want to kill them, she just wanted to knock them out.
She took her time, making sure her aim was good. She had to get them both in quick succession, and she couldn’t miss either one. After a minute of breathing deeply and slowly, she took her first shot and then the second one. She was rewarded with the sight of both men falling over. She breathed a sigh of relief and wiped down the rifle and tucked it out of the way. She’d hopefully come back for it.
Getting over to the balcony was easy after that. She shot a grappling hook over and checked the hold, then tied it to the roof she was on. It was a little nerve wracking hanging by her hands and legs from the thin wire rope so far above the street below, but that was part of what made it fun. She had to stifle a laugh as she made her way across.
Once inside her adventure was finally beginning. She knew some of the security measures of the Vatican archives, but not where exactly the thing she was after was kept. She’d read detailed reports about the place written by visiting scholars. It wasn’t as exclusive as people thought, but it was no cinch to get in, either.
For one thing, there were dogs. The church officials might be old, but the men who patrolled the main hallways were anything but feeble. She watched for a moment as they made their rounds, trying to see where they went. It looked like a normal circuit, and she hoped it was. She took a deep breath and counted to ten when the guard passed out of sight and stepped into the hallway. The soft shoes made it easy to jog without making a sound. Her case was strapped down tight enough that it barely budged. She had to get into the main archives, which would be more difficult to access than the visitor’s area. Probably full of people working, too. It would be tricky.
She heard a dog bark behind her, and cursed softly under her breath in Creole. There was more than one guard with a dog, of course. She started looking for an unlocked door, and her third try led her to a small room full of computer banks. This was where visitors could access the archives (at least the portion of it the Vatican made available). She started looking around for another door, but the room only had one exit. What it did have was removable ceiling tiles. She hoped there was enough space to squeeze through, and that the walls didn’t go the full height of the room. It was risky, but she didn’t have any other options. She hopped up onto a table and pushed the tile aside.
Just as she was hauling herself on top of the wall (which was flimsier than it appeared, and wobbled a little), the guard opened the door and started shouting at her in Italian. The dog raced for her, biting at her heels. She gasped and the wall wobbled, making her fall on the other side. She landed hard on her left shoulder, gasping in pain. There wasn’t time to baby it, she could hear the man yelling again. The whole place would be on alert now. She cursed violently and took stock of her current room. It had a door to the hall and another one that led deeper into the building. She rolled her sore shoulder, relieved that it wasn’t dislocated. The door opened to another hallway, this one a little less ornate and more business-y. Bingo. She bolted down the hallway, using her compass to make sure she was still headed deeper into the building.
She heard more men talking, this time in Latin (which she vaguely understood). They weren’t too worried from the tone of their voices. Their accents were quite different, so she assumed Latin was their only shared language. The most worrying thing was the fact that their slow, shuffling footsteps were getting louder. She looked around, but there were no handy drop ceilings to duck into here. She edged toward a door and opened it as quietly as she could, thanking God that it was unlocked. The absurdity of that struck her just as she closed it, eying the cleaning supplies. This was the best of all possible rooms to wait out the men as they passed.
Before she could get more than two steps out into the hall a siren started going off. Belle knew that she should just bail. The target wasn’t anything important, and she’d proved to herself that she could make a big damn mess of things. She rubbed her thumbs against her fingertips and shook her head. She wasn’t going to give up on this mission, and she wasn’t going to give up on her job. She ducked out of the closet and headed in the direction the clergy had come from, hoping she’d chosen well.
The first guards weren’t ready for Belle when she dashed toward them. They didn’t shoot at her immediately, which was nice. They did pull out tasers, but she was facing them and able to dodge one entirely, and the second only got one barb to make contact. It still hurt, and she gasped, tugging it out of her stomach as she raced past. She made sure to keep a good grip on the wire, and was rewarded by the sound of the taser clattering on the ground behind her as she ran. She reeled it in and balled it up in her fist.
A guard was coming out of a high security looking door, and once again Belle shoved her way through, though this time she wasn’t deft enough to avoid his taser. She gasped and yelled in pain, but she was already on top of the man, and her convulsions did him no favors. When he released the button she took a deep breath, grabbed the taser, and put her knee square on his chest. When she leaned on it to stand it knocked the wind out of him, and she bolted in even deeper. After a minute she was back to normal and staring at some nice artifacts. She wondered what Remy would say about this place as she bolted past all of them, ignoring all the fine jewelry and tomes. She kept searching until she found the thing she needed to grab to complete her mission. It was a bottle of a foul looking liquid in a glass display case. She didn’t want the alarm to sound, and she didn’t want to accidentally harm the bottle in the process. So Instead of stealing it she pulled out her phone and took a picture of the bottle, then one of herself with it for good measure. That would have to do.
Now she just had to get out. It was easier said than done. She ditched the case she’d brought for the bottle of wine and looked around for another exit. A pair of dogs came bolting into the room from the door she’d used to enter, and the bounded toward her, barking loudly. They were sleek, powerful looking dogs. In another context Belle would have thought them quite beautiful. Right now she was only interested in not being mauled.
She hopped deftly up onto a file cabinet and raced for the back of the room. The dogs were hot on her trail, and they were heavy enough to rock the cabinets. It was difficult to keep her footing, and her stomach flopped every time they made contact and nearly sent her plummeting over the side. Their masters were right behind, and she was running out of cabinet.
At the end of the row she tried to jump just as one of the dogs hit the cabinet. She skidded off the side and landed on the floor. She felt a jolt of pain run through her left arm as one of the dogs bit down. In a blind panic she tried to taze it and hit the other dog instead. It yelped in pain and the dog on her arm bit down harder. She used the second taser to get that one off, her eyes on the humans who were bearing down on her. The dog let go just as she was rolling away from another taser shot herself. She scrambled to her feet and bolted for the door, barely making it before the men behind her.
Their cursing in Italian followed her all the way to the balcony. Her zip line had been cut, so she had to trust that she was still in good enough shape to roll with the landing after this jump. She didn’t let herself hesitate. She hopped up onto the railing and lept off, landing in a neat roll two stories later. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked for Winston’s rental car.
Winston’s car was there, a sleak but common silver sedan, and it rolled to her as she came to a halt, the door popping open. Winston didn’t look out, to avoid any cameras that might be around, but his voice came out. “Time to go to Monte Carlo. The Vatican seems to be a little too warm this evening.”
He had been monitoring everything, and had several countermeasures prepared. Now that she was out, he activated the. Smoke grenades buried in the lawn went off, and the vatican soon found itself in the middle of a rather smoky mess. Even as that happened, a small and isolated warehouse, unoccupied, owned by the wealthiest man in the city, exploded into fire, sounding alarms, and causing the emergency services to get demands for action.
Belle ducked into the car, examining her arm. “Couldn’t justify takin’ the bottle, sir. Sorry ‘bout that, but it’d be too hot, anyway.” She pulled a bandage out of her kit and started patching herself up. “Need a doctor when we get back.”
“That’s alright.” The car slid into gear as he door shut and he nodded. “The plane is waiting. The doctor is there, and can treat you right away.” He stepped on the gas, and aimed for the airport. He had a plane to catch.
His smirk was warm as he glanced back at her. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Of course. I got tased too. Dieu, that hurt.” She pulled up her shirt and looked at the burn and puncture wounds on her belly. “Nicholas is gonna have a kitten.”
Winston winced, and sighed. “More than likely, yes. Will he be able to handle this?” His voice asked a different question, however. Will he be a problem?
He drove like a maniac, as the others on the streets did, and aimed at the airport, quickly getting closer.
“He’ll be fine, he’ll just fuss a little.” Belle was sure of that. “If I’m all stitches up and get my shots he’ll be okay, though he’ll probably be a little upset at first.”
“Good. Now buckle up.” Winston nodded as he turned more near the airport, and he smirked as he flipped open a cover and hit switch. “Do you like Rome?” The car leaped forward, a lot faster.
“Didn’t see much of it.” Belle said with a laugh. That much was true, at least. “But I got things for everyone, so that’s nice.”
“Good. because we’re leaving rather abruptly, and probably not coming back any time soon. But the Pope will smooth it over. I left him a present or two.” And they slammed through the side fence of the airport, and toward a tarmac where the large Frost Enterprises plane was already taxing along for flight.
And Winston smirked.
“Open the gates, Roc, the hawk and eagle are coming in.”
“Roger that, Eagle.”
And the back of the plane began to lower, forming a ramp that near touched the tarmac as the car sped toward it at well over the speed limit.
Belle gasped when he broke through the fence, and had to try hard to restrain herself from laughing. This was suddenly intensely hilarious for some reason.
He sped onto the tarmac, alarms going off all over the place. The voice came over the dash radio then. “Safety net is deployed, rendezvous shocks enabled. Lets make it happen.”
“Roger that, Roc, the birds are coming home to roost.” Ahead the plane’s noise output pitched higher and it was going faster as the car closed on it and then…
… Winston hit a button and the car jumped as he gunned the gas and then the brakes as they landed inside the plane, a net slamming down behind them. There was a screech of tires and there was jolt as they hit the safety net, even as the plane left the ground.
“Eagle, Hawk, the Nest has left the Castle. We are clear.”
“Good. Now get us out of here.”
Winston smirked and turned to Belle. “Are we having fun yet?”
“Always, sir.” She said with a laugh, leaning back in the seat. “I’m gonna go have a heart attack an’ take a nap now.”