His back pressed against the wall. The grit from the brick caught the fabric of his shirt. Chest tight with the need for oxygen, the hot air forming a strange cloud which hung in the air in front of him. He beaconed to Anya with a wave of his hand that the coast was clear for her to run ahead.
He watched as sister jogged forward, cautious in her own right. Her hands searched for grips so that she could hoist herself over the chain link fence which stood arbitrarily between them and their target.
Anya’s own hand waved him forward from her perch after a through scout of the area. Despite the warning sign, clean and bright, announcing that the fence housed ten thousand volts of electricity. Anya flashed a mischievous grin and placed a precarious hand on the top rail and smiled. Nothing. Not a single current coursed as promised by the sign.
Brax rolled his eyes and sprinted toward the fence. Anya needed no direction and had already leapt the fence, her graceful agility still brought a small smile to his lips. A small curse dropped from her lips as she momentarily lost her foot hold in the mud racing for the primarily laboratory facility.
At this time of the night they expected very little activity and had cased the installation long enough to know that—Barney the on-site security head guard—loved to take a mid-shift nap about this time. Anya had watched him enough nights and when she wasn’t available Brax had filled in, they had taken note of every repeated behavior had even managed to gain some codes in the process.
Brax was hard on her heels. The side of the building was comprised of windows and the two slipped neatly into the sliver of the brick separating the most visible portions of the lab.
Anya didn’t jump when Brax’s breath hit her ear, “He’s stayed later than I thought he would.” Referring to the intern puttering around in one of the side labs. Anya rolled out from her brother’s encasement, they had planned for this, three separate plans each a contingency, this intern was a smoker they realized. The entrance to the side was still cracked.
Tom, the intern, was lazy; he hated to badge in and out of the restricted area. So on nights that he stayed late he cracked the side entrance for easy of access to smoke and return to his work. Tonight was no different, she was careful to leave the soda can which held the entrance open undisturbed.
The pair adjusted their approach to account for the cameras throughout the hallway. Anya reached to drag her fingers along the windows into the empty lab rooms, Brax latched on to her wrist before she could make contact.
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