better look out the window

A helicopter rumbled past the window. The window shook and drowned out the lady's indignant squealing. Ace swore and wondered what else could go wrong.

A simple job. This was supposed to be a simple job! Come up through the storm drains, take the cargo elevator upstairs, break into the suite, and swipe the plans for Acme Incorporated's latest product, the Coyote Missile. He only needed a couple of minutes to photograph the blueprints and download the technical data. The weapon's designer, the beautiful and brilliant Ms. Wiley, kept her work offline. That was smart, but nothing an old-fashioned burglary couldn't overcome.

But Ms. Wiley was hard at work. What kind of chick works on a Sunday?! Ace had to chase her down, subdue her and tie her up with computer cord. She screamed bloody murder until he found some duct tape and silenced her. Ace dumped her on the convenient bed where she struggled and squirmed--which was pretty sexy, but time was wasting--as he got to work. In minutes, he had the Coyote's secrets.

The helicopter was complicating matters. Ace's radio squawked. [[ Did you get them?! ]] his bitch of a boss demanded.

"Yea, yea, I got them! Now come get me!"

[[ Negative! Rooftop's compromised! You'll have to go down the drain! ]]

"Crap!" Ace packed up. Ms. Wiley screamed something through her gag. Ace doubted she was telling him how cute he was.

"Hey! I said I'm sorry! OK? Gotta run, baby!"


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