want me to get into a firefight at the front door?”
“Well, I was thinking the back door would be more opportune,” she said. “Security inside is rather light, so once you deal with the outside patrols, you’re essentially home free.”
“Hey, let’s not become bloodthirsty killers on our first night out on the town, okay? I’m going to try something else. Guide me to the doctor’s parking lot.”
Two close calls later I made it to where the employees parked. I pulled out the goggles and used the blue night vision to peek inside the lines of expensive cars until I found what I was looking for. Sabra remotely disabled the alarm and unlocked the car of my choice. I stole a lab coat and name badge. Of course it would have belonged to a woman. The badge had a picture of a dark haired girl with cheeks so angled she could have been a man. Her name was Patreece. Unfortunately, Patreece’s lab coat was about two sizes too small. Sabra actually let out an electronic version of a laugh when I told her, and then she tried to be funny asking, “Are you sure it will work because she looks like a guy, or because you look like a girl?” Computers with a sense of humor, or at least trying to have one… It was still so odd.
I ignored her.
“What are you going to do now?” Sabra questioned.
I’d take a play from my arena days. My second season, we had a guy on our team who was terrible. Instead of acknowledging his weaknesses, we talked him up during the preseason as if he was going to be the biggest threat out there. He knew he was an average player, but he was a great actor. The other teams showed so much respect in covering him, the rest of us were left free to do what we needed to do. We called him Dupe, and I was going to steal one from his playbook.
“Watch and learn, Wingnut.”
I took the badge, and draped the small coat over my arm. I fast walked through the parking lot, put the goggles back in my pocket, and then grabbed my folded face mask and held it up to my ear as if were a phone. When Sabra registered what I was doing all I heard was, “This is not recommended.”
I began yelling things into my mask I thought an angry doctor who had just been called in would say. “Why am I just finding out about this now? Well, who’s the attending physician? What kind of incompetent, halfwit would order a frolonoscopy at this stage of the diagnosis?”
“A what?” Sabra interjected quietly from my cuff as I passed a guard who didn’t know whether to stop me or get out of my way. I guess I sold the angry doctor play, because he stayed out of my way.
I ignored Sabra and approached the main checkpoint at the employee entrance. I waved the badge at the guard so all he could see was a blur, and then waved it in front of the magnetic reader that unlocked the door. The light turned from red to green, and an electric door folded open. “You tell them if they’re not prepped and ready for surgery in five minutes everyone in that department is fired. I’m trying to save a life.”
There was a quartet of guards and they looked to one another in silent communicative stares. I went in hoping to put as much distance between me and them as I could, but before I could make it to an elevator, one of them lifted his rifle and spoke, “Excuse me, sir, but we need you to stop right where you are.”
DON’T BLOW IT
I acted perturbed toward the five guards that surrounded me, hung up my “phone,” and put it back in my pocket. The guard took my badge. Patreece’s hair was longer than mine, but he didn’t immediately notice. He was trying to match the changes that could have been. I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of light out there, or her man-cheeks that kept this lie afloat, but between the two, I was hanging in there, but only by an unraveling thread.
“Your name is Patreece?” He said in a mocking tone.
“That’s right, Patreece Bonoman. It’s a family name. Pat to my friends.
“Well, I was thinking the back door would be more opportune,” she said. “Security inside is rather light, so once you deal with the outside patrols, you’re essentially home free.”
“Hey, let’s not become bloodthirsty killers on our first night out on the town, okay? I’m going to try something else. Guide me to the doctor’s parking lot.”
Two close calls later I made it to where the employees parked. I pulled out the goggles and used the blue night vision to peek inside the lines of expensive cars until I found what I was looking for. Sabra remotely disabled the alarm and unlocked the car of my choice. I stole a lab coat and name badge. Of course it would have belonged to a woman. The badge had a picture of a dark haired girl with cheeks so angled she could have been a man. Her name was Patreece. Unfortunately, Patreece’s lab coat was about two sizes too small. Sabra actually let out an electronic version of a laugh when I told her, and then she tried to be funny asking, “Are you sure it will work because she looks like a guy, or because you look like a girl?” Computers with a sense of humor, or at least trying to have one… It was still so odd.
I ignored her.
“What are you going to do now?” Sabra questioned.
I’d take a play from my arena days. My second season, we had a guy on our team who was terrible. Instead of acknowledging his weaknesses, we talked him up during the preseason as if he was going to be the biggest threat out there. He knew he was an average player, but he was a great actor. The other teams showed so much respect in covering him, the rest of us were left free to do what we needed to do. We called him Dupe, and I was going to steal one from his playbook.
“Watch and learn, Wingnut.”
I took the badge, and draped the small coat over my arm. I fast walked through the parking lot, put the goggles back in my pocket, and then grabbed my folded face mask and held it up to my ear as if were a phone. When Sabra registered what I was doing all I heard was, “This is not recommended.”
I began yelling things into my mask I thought an angry doctor who had just been called in would say. “Why am I just finding out about this now? Well, who’s the attending physician? What kind of incompetent, halfwit would order a frolonoscopy at this stage of the diagnosis?”
“A what?” Sabra interjected quietly from my cuff as I passed a guard who didn’t know whether to stop me or get out of my way. I guess I sold the angry doctor play, because he stayed out of my way.
I ignored Sabra and approached the main checkpoint at the employee entrance. I waved the badge at the guard so all he could see was a blur, and then waved it in front of the magnetic reader that unlocked the door. The light turned from red to green, and an electric door folded open. “You tell them if they’re not prepped and ready for surgery in five minutes everyone in that department is fired. I’m trying to save a life.”
There was a quartet of guards and they looked to one another in silent communicative stares. I went in hoping to put as much distance between me and them as I could, but before I could make it to an elevator, one of them lifted his rifle and spoke, “Excuse me, sir, but we need you to stop right where you are.”
DON’T BLOW IT
I acted perturbed toward the five guards that surrounded me, hung up my “phone,” and put it back in my pocket. The guard took my badge. Patreece’s hair was longer than mine, but he didn’t immediately notice. He was trying to match the changes that could have been. I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of light out there, or her man-cheeks that kept this lie afloat, but between the two, I was hanging in there, but only by an unraveling thread.
“Your name is Patreece?” He said in a mocking tone.
“That’s right, Patreece Bonoman. It’s a family name. Pat to my friends.
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