The Ultimate Heist!

[Qu@ke]

"It's a plaque, if he's treating as such it should just be hanging on the wall in a glass case. I think that actually picking up the plaque and taking will be the easiest part of this mission, but I guess bring tools like that just in case." Jack said and then looked through a book he was carrying and than back at them. "Also to get to the air intake vent I'll need a grappling hook or something similar, but I can provide that all my own." Jack said, writing things down in the book; probably reminders like, don't forget grappling hook or something...

[.:Blu:.]

"You're probably right Jack, but still... I don't know if that plaque will just be laying out in the open or in a glass case so conveniently, either the case is that the owner of the plaque believes that his security is top notch or he is just an idiot and a showoff." John stated. John is the kind of person to think of every possible factor, after all, rather safe then sorry is a universal theme most people can count on. "Well, now that we know just what kind of tools we will be using for this heist, shall we go and do reconnaissance on the compound?" John asked as he readied his gear and weapons just in case something happened during the recon trip. "Since we'll be working in the dead of night, we should probably have night vision with us Jack." John said referring to Jack's night vision glasses that are easier to utilize and carry then clunky night vision goggles.

[Qu@ke]

"Sure sure." Jack said to them and than started for the door. "Let me just go grab a bunch of them and I'll meet you guys at the compound." Jack said and then opened the door than turned to them with a rather serious look and than looked John in the eye. "If I don't live through this mission John." He said, softly at first than got louder for all to here. "Tell my father..." Jack even managed to scrounge up a fake tear. "He's a d***." He said, in a moment that would make any on-scene audience crack up and than slammed the door shut behind him.

[StealthyTyranitar]

Lukas was standing around, again, not paying any attention. He always had a bunch spare parts sitting around in his backpack. He used them to make a robot that would distract the gaurds. It would go over, and stab one. All the gaurds would rush over, and the rest of the gang would sneak behind. "Well, it seems we all have our final jobs. I'm the robotics expert, Cole is surveilance/ security hacker. Jack is the stealth theif, along John. So, I think we should call each other with these-" he said grabbing phones that could only call each other. "So no-one else can tap our plan. See you guys later." He walked out of the warehouse, and went home, into his tech room, where he stood over his table, creating combat robots that would help, then some speciality Robots, for different purposes....

[.:Blu:.]

Hearing what Jack wanted for John to say to his father, John was quite uncomfortable and confused at the moment. "I-I don't even know your father..." John uttered. John then turned to Lukas who gave John special phones that can't be tapped, traced, or hacked in any way. "Thank you, and we'll meet up with you later." John said with a confident smirk. "I'll be looking forward to seeing just what you'll have in store for the security at the compound." John said to Lukas before turning to Cole. "Alright Cole, are you going to be staying here to hack into the system or do you want to come along with Jack and I?" John asked, awaiting for the answer then to get on with the recon part of the entire operation.

[Jack of All Spades]

[spoiler=Long][i]I'm glad you are all interested in my job offer.
you are all interested
you are all[/i]
"A concerted effort," Mitchell said aloud. It was a sunny morning in Providence, one in which he hadn't seen for weeks due to the downpour that occurred in the last week. His raised-ranch style home was drenched in rain, giving it the appearance of wet paper. He half-eyed the letter and shifted towards the Cavaliers vs. Jazz game vibrating on his stolen television. [i]C'mon, you guys...[/i], he thought. The score was 6-14 and in the 2nd quarter. He returned his attention back to the letter, looking for a key for security devices. None. [i]What kind of maroon is this guy? Must be a trap somewhere, anywhere![/i] He pondered this for a second. [i]And if it's so dang easy to break into, why does he require me?[/i] "I break in, take it, walk out, and win. I win the game. That's all." he said to no one in particular. "What's so hard about it?" His attention was pulled away by the uproar of an overweight announcer screaming about a Cavalier slam-dunk from Alonzo Gee. "Jesus, Mikey! It's a slam dunk, not a two-for-one donut sale." He settled back into his Eazy-Boy and chuckled at his own joke. When he eyed the return address, however, his smile dissipated. The address was miles away. He'd need gas money. With that, he loaded up his gleaming Explorer with a GameCube game console, two suitcases, and some gold to take to his pawn shop.

Gus Waterman was wiping the granite counter of "WeSell! Pawn Shop" as Mitchell walked in. "Mitchell, my man!" he shouted, his obtrusive gut cascading above the counter. Mitchell faintly waved, and gingerly put the first of two suitcases on the counter. Gus rubbed the top of it, analyzing the top of the case as Mitchell thought about the travel. [i]The guy's a hack. No security, only a simple job. All he's offering is refuge and 'never having to lift a finger again.' I don't have to go. I'd need more reasons. I'd need incentive.[/i] "Genuine leather," Gus said, inadvertently snapping Mitchell out of his daydream "Nice." "Ehh, thanks." Mitchell replied. "Y'know, we should get together sometime." Gus prattled as he rotated the suitcase to look for scratches. "Imagine, you and I and Stacy gettin' together over coffee and ice cream." Mitchell never bothered to tell him that Stacy broke up with him two months ago. Instead, he nervously answered "Yup, yup. Buddy..." Gus looked up and smiled "Buddy..." He returned to the case. "So what do you want for it? Trade, sell, pawn? There's not much in the pawn shop 'cept those TV's, watches, and a video game system over there." "Sell, yes." "Okay, you got the combo? Well, of course you do, it's your cas-" "3-5-6-6." Mitchell quickly interrupted. "6...6..." Gus said, turning the case-lock slowly. The way he usually did. A near inaudible snap, and the case was open. Emptied of its original owner's belongings, Mitchell had put some tarnish at the hinges to give it a nice matte gleam. But there was one thing he missed, and it sent him on the adventure he was about to embark on. Gus' eyes froze as he opened the inside of the case. "Mitch, who's Salman Alsasan?" Mitchell froze. Salaman was the widowed Middle Eastern war vet that lived across the street. He remembered how his house smelt the night he broke in; like firecrackers and linen. [i]Oh God...[/i] "Excuse me?" Mitchel said, straining not to let his terrified voice break through. "Salman Alsasan. Do you know this man?" A pause, and Gus thought harder. "Mitch..." Mitch took a stumbling step backward as Gus made his way around the counter. Mitch pivoted on his right foot and sprung out the pawn shop. Adrenline pumping, he shuffled on the sandy parking lot, and leaped into his Explorer. Frantically, he turned the keys while Gus came running out of the store. Mitchell jammed into reverse, rammed backwards, shifted gears and was out in full throttle. [i]This is incentive enough. Time to see Mr. Sanders.[/i][/spoiler]