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| I'll teach you what does "Hospitality" mean; Prelude to Lessa/Annabelle plot | |
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| Topic Started: Thursday, 9. April 2015, 20:57 (189 Views) | |
| Clarice Harris | Thursday, 9. April 2015, 20:57 Post #1 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Clarice was in hurry, the tension of upcoming events piled up in no time and there was a lot of work to be done tonight. Preferably within the next two-three hours. Quick visit to a hardware store, the shopping list was fairly short: ✓ A spool of copper wire (18 SWG) ✓ Wire stripping/crimping pliers ✓ All purpose pliers ✓ A small box of crocodile clips ✓ Steel wool ✓ Insulating tape ✓ 12V car battery ✓ Remote on/off switch ✓ Large polyethylene bottles She already had several canisters of petrol and it looked like her whole supply would be used up very soon. With her car loaded, she was headed towards the club Hospitality, as mentioned in the Network. Quick look around. The terraced architecture made it outright impossible to surround the building with wiring and containers, she had to take the risk and enter this godforsaken place. Looked like the way was clear, whether Leslie liked it or not, she made the job a lot easier by calling off every one of visitors and setting up the checkpoint in some distance from the burglar's heaven. That still didn't mean she could just drop all the security measures and walk around fully visible to curious eyes. Obfuscate is criminal's best friend after all Wood and leather everywhere. Good. The sign points out there is a library on the upper floor. Fantastic. Halon 1301 emergency signs. Not cool. It only added to the workload, now it was obvious she will have to start with the basement. Equipped with the toolbelt and the car battery, she made her way downstairs. The red gas tanks were easily identifiable, closing their valves and disconnecting them from the extinguishing system might not have been all that easy but surely not impossible. If she only had solid backup, someone able to deliver anything she needs, Clarice wouldn't hesitate to replace extinguishers with a tank of flammable gas. But sadly she's not that influential... Instead she had to do with mere water supply, which should yield spectacular results while combined with petrol anyway Propane, propane... Propane, propane... Slightly disappointed, she just had to proceed to the next step of her plan - installing the battery. It took a quick trip back, so that the wires could be laid and connected to the remote switch mechanism. Luckily the schematics were clear enough. Then came the preparation of fuel, she carefully plucked the bottleneck with steel wool, making sure it's dipped in the petrol. Connected to the wires it would heat up in no time. Maybe she never graduated that vocational school back in the 80s, but hey - she almost became that electrician! And so the basement charge and igniter were ready, neatly hidden from people's sight and scent. Right before leaving, the switchboard caught her attention. Everything related to security had to be taken down, just a few fancy switches... The wires were taken to the upper levels, carefully hidden behind the furniture and other decorations. Who would have thought that rich designs might ever come in so handy? Four more bottles were placed around the corners, in close vicinity of highly flammable things, it looked quite promising so far. Maybe the bar would be even put to some decent use, because it looked like a large collection of heavily overpriced aristocratic piss. Now Clarice was left with three cans of petrol and a nasty idea of using the library as the focal point of upper floor's inferno. Time was running at merciless pace, but she had to plan this one well. Wires went under the carpets, only a total barefooted maniac would detect them. Tank #1 would burn down this fancy library and if the sprinklers worked as intended, the fire could possibly engulf entire level. Tank #2 and #3 were far more tricky, but eventually they found their place in the 3rd floor's conference room Clarice was incredibly satisfied with results of her work, even though she was yet to learn if every part of her installments will work as intended. Without waiting any longer she left the club, sending a short message on her way out
With triumphant grin she crossed the street, raising her arms and giving Ilya a thumbs up. This place was recorded as far as she remembered, weren't those the cameras from that convenience store? And the store itself was even open, truly convenient one. She stopped by and stole some orange-flavored chewing gum, just to rediscover the magic of chewing moments later. And so she waited for any further developments |
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