xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
xx
he'd been promised an easy job. and frankly, he'd been lied to. getting in had been easy. a security guard who made the mistake of bringing his ID and uniform home with him. he'd gotten mysteriously mugged and his jacket, ID, and baseball cap declaring him to be security taken. they'd gotten lucian in. he'd ditched the frankly hideous jacket as soon as he could, trading it for his own, but given that the baseball cap was sure to have his DNA on it, he kept it, throwing it into his bag. an elaborate mask and his hair falling half over his face served to obscure his face from the cameras.
but getting in had been the easy part. getting the laptop had resulted in lucian setting off an alarm, one he was currently trying to disable while making it look like a fault in the system. he'd silenced it, but he knew he had to make good his escape, and fast. he'd managed to just dislodge a wire when he heard a voice behind him. instinctively, as he turned, he threw a hand out, knocking the person off their feet. he threw himself at them, rolling to land with a knee on the man's chest and a knife a few inches away from his face.
"oh, markus, darling. didn't realise it was you. how did you know it was me? did you recognise my aftershave? or were you just following me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, but keeping the knife ready. "or did you just know that nobody else could rock a bulletproof vest like i can?"