by M. D. Cooper
“About time you got up,” Alissa said. “Looks like you had a rough night.”
“How are you not dead?” Finn moaned. “You were matching us drink for drink.”
She shook her head. “Oh, we switched to non-alcoholic daiquiris after the second round. You must have been too busy to notice, and afterward you were too drunk to have noticed much of anything.”
“Should we remind them about the exotic dancers?” Triss asked.
Alissa looked over Jack and Finn. “Maybe we better not.”
“You can’t make a comment like that and not elaborate!” Jack exclaimed. He winced at the sound of his own loud voice.
“You had a group of exotic dancers that took a liking to you last night,” Alissa said. “I think you went to make out in the corner for a while.”
Jack nodded with satisfaction. “Was she hot?”
“Oh, you misunderstand,” said with a little smile. “It was a group of men. But they were hot, yes.”
Triss smirked. “They said you were pretty.”
“If they called him pretty, then I must have been their god,” Finn declared.
“You got as much attention as you could handle, don’t worry,” Alissa said. “You wandered off to a back room for a while and I’m not sure what went on, but when you came back you looked happy. Then you tried to crash another bachelorette party.”
Finn nodded. “That sounds about right.”
“What do you mean ‘another’?” Jack asked. “And I’m surprised I didn’t zero in on the bachelorette group. That’s normally my thing.”
“Oh, you did,” Triss clarified. “You were the center of attention with the first group.”
He smiled smugly. “Oh yeah?”
Alissa nodded. “They had a great time with you.”
Realization sparked in Finn’s bleary eyes. “Oh, that explains things. I was wondering…”
“Wondering what?” Jack searched the others’ faces for clarification.
“Look in the mirror,” Alissa suggested.
Jack hurried to the washroom to look in the mirror over the sink. To his surprise, a fully makeuped face stared back at him, complete with false eyelashes, mascara, painted eyebrows, eyeshadow, rouge, and lipstick. With the flush on his face hidden beneath the rouge, Jack returned to the kitchen area. “Did this happen before or after the exotic dancers took a liking to me?”
“Before, of course,” Triss said, holding in a giggle.
“You probably spent a good three hours at the bar that way,” Alissa shook her head as she chuckled. “You really have no game—just walked up to the bachelorette party sloshing the drink in your hand and babbling about rabbits, or something. They sat you down and put on your face.”
“I think it kind of suits him, don’t you?” Triss commented to Alissa with a twinkle in her eyes.
Alissa nodded. “Very striking.”
Finn reached up to check his own face.
“No, you’re good,” Jack said. “Looks like I got all the honors this time.”
“That’s not all you got…” Triss snickered.
“I don’t want to know.” Jack returned to the bathroom to wash up and run his clothes through the cleaner. Unfortunately, the lipstick and eyeliner proved to be one of the more permanent varieties.
By the time he was showered and dressed, his headache had receded and his stomach was much more settled. He found the others still in the kitchen munching on leftover taquitos. Sadly, they weren’t nearly as good as leftovers. Nonetheless, he ate until he was an appropriate level of full.
“What do we do until it’s time to head into the GiganCorp lab?” Jack asked.
“Charades?” Finn suggested.
While not a terrible suggestion, Jack soon regretted agreeing to the idea because the others took the game as an opportunity to mime Jack’s various escapades from the previous night. The prompts included winners such as, “Jack having one too many”, “Jack and the dancer get it on”, and “Jack being prettified”. He didn’t find it nearly as amusing as the others did.
After two hours, it was time to prep for the GiganCorp break-in. While everyone geared up with what they’d need for their roles, Jack took the opportunity to practice changing the modes for his cybernetic eye using his thoughts. It took concentration and several attempts, but he found that he was able to cycle through the different settings.
By mid-afternoon, everyone was ready to head into the lab.
Jack wasn’t surprised to find that he’d been nominated to carry the canister containing the actinium. Triss insisted, however, that all scans showed the canister was completely containing all radiation, despite their initial fears. All the same, he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous carrying it in a backpack—especially since everyone else gave him a several meter buffer while they walked over to the facility.
They gathered outside the main entry gate, which presented more like the approach to a luxury beach resort than a research laboratory. Tropical trees lined a paved path and bushes with red flowers circled an elaborate three-tier fountain topped with a giant G.
“Everyone ready?” Alissa asked.
They nodded.
“Okay. Sending the happy hour announcement now!” Alissa said as she sent the invite via her mobile.
Three minutes passed in silence as they waited for the marketing offer to do its thing. Then, people began flooding out of the front doors.
“Bottomless margaritas?” one woman in a white lab coat was saying. “And anywhere in the restaurant—not just the bar? Wow!”
“I know, it’s amazing!” her colleague replied.
Alissa nodded with satisfaction as she did a rough headcount of those leaving. “That should clear out the lab pretty well and be enough to overwhelm the host at the restaurant. We should have a good half an hour before they realize that the pricing offer isn’t real.”
“And by then the smell of fried awesomeness will have captivated them.” Finn got a blissful, far away look in his eyes.
“Stay focused,” Alissa stated. “We’re going in.”
“That’s what he said,” Jack snickered.
Alissa rolled her eyes and then led the way across the remainder of the front walkway. She confidently strode into the building lobby with the others in tow.
At the back of the lobby, two guards dressed in white body armor were seated behind a reception desk. They looked over the new arrivals.
“You don’t work here,” the guard on the right said.
“Yeah we do,” Alissa lied. “We were onsite at a client meeting and wearing street clothes for the day.”
“Oh, okay,” the guard replied.
Alissa walked over toward the controlled access door on the left of the lobby. She stealthily placed the nano induction module over the keycard reader. “Didn’t you two get the message about bottomless margaritas and three credit taquitos at Mexcelente?”
The two guards looked at each other.
“I told you we shouldn’t have turned off email!” the one on the left exclaimed.
“Better hurry!” Alissa urged while she activated the induction module to override the keycard’s connection to the central database. “Everyone else is already on their way over. We’re just dropped off some stuff we brought to the meeting and then we’ll join you.”
“Think it’s okay to run over for a few minutes?” the guard on the right asked the other.
“Yeah, no one ever comes in here. It’ll be fine,” the left guard replied.
“Great!” Alissa swiped her keycard over the disabled access pad. The light turned green. “See you over at Mexcelente!”
The guards rose from their desk. “See you there! Thanks for letting us know.”
Jack, Finn, and Triss darted through the door before it closed, with Triss grabbing the nano induction module as she passed by.
“This security really is a joke,” Jack said when everyone was on the other side and the door was closed.
“Oh ye
ah, it’s awful,” Alissa agreed. “Hellana, ‘high security’ labs like this, it’s all the same—perpetuate a reputation of being secure and rely on those rumors to maintain security.”
“So robbing a bank…” Jack ventured.
She nodded. “Walk in and take whatever you want. Most will even give you a goody bag just for coming in.”
“Done it. It’s true,” Finn added.
“Huh.” Jack began planning his next venture.
“All right,” Alissa said, turning to the task at hand, “the radiation suits should be down here.”
She directed them down a side corridor. “I think it’s this way…”
The interior walls were all stark white plastic panels that had a glossy sheen under the light cast from the illuminated ceiling. White tile covered the floor, and a black baseboard lined both sides, with a black cap wrapping the corners of walls at the hallway intersections to increase visibility.
“Yes, here we go.” Alissa stopped next to a section of white paneling that had an orange rim. An image of a hazmat suit was depicted on the center of the panel. “Jack, switch your vision over to the electromagnetic field mode.”
He concentrated on the eye controls and saw his left field of vision switch to the desired setting. “Got it.”
“Do you see any wires?” Alissa asked.
“Yes, going from the emblem at the center up to the right edge of the case.
“Okay, now switch to Infrared,” Alissa instructed. “Is there any hotspot where those wires disappear into the wall?”
“No, just blue and green,” he said.
Alissa nodded. “Excellent, so it’s not wired to an alarm.” She pressed the emblem on the center of the panel and the door opened. “You can go back to normal vision. That’s all we needed.”
“That’s it?! You can’t be serious.”
“I meant for now, Jack. We still need the eye to mimic a retinal scan.”
“But still… Why did you need to take my eye and give me this implant for that?” he exclaimed.
“Well, we couldn’t very easily walk around with a scanner,” Alissa countered.
Jack looked down at their bags of gear. “Oh, really?”
Alissa shrugged. “In retrospect, it probably wasn’t necessary for this part. But look how useful you got to feel! And you did say the settings were cool.”
“Yeah, I guess they are…” Jack admitted.
“Anyway, time is wasting,” Alissa said. She turned back to the cabinet, which contained a dozen suits in shades of yellow, green, blue, and pink. Alissa handed Jack one of the pink suits.
He sighed and set down his backpack containing the actinium before he took it from her. “Seriously?”
“It matches your lipstick.” She grinned.
Alissa took a yellow suit for herself and gave Felix blue and Triss green. They helped each other into the awkward headpieces and checked the seals.
Once satisfied that everything was in order, Alissa removed the actinium canister from the backpack and carried it into the main hallway. “Here we go.”
She popped the seal.
Five seconds passed while they waited for the radiation signature to be detected.
An alarm blared in the hall and the lights changed to red. The alarm subsided momentarily for an automated announcement, “Radiation leak detected. Proceed to the nearest safe room and await instruction.”
Their plan to empty out the facility seemed to have been effective, as they saw no one enter the hall to go to the lockdown rooms. Not having time to wait around, the group followed Alissa further inside toward the specific lab where the prototype MEC was developed.
The main corridor was blocked by an emergency containment door.
“Time for us to earn our keep,” Felix said with the grin to Triss.
They pulled out electronic equipment from a small duffle bag and tapped into the control panel next to the door. Alissa had explained that keycards couldn’t override the emergency protocols to prevent some well-meaning worker from flooding an area with radiation while trying to let someone through the door.
The sealed door proved to be no barrier for Finn’s and Triss’ skills, however, and the group was soon back on their way.
Jack soon lost track of their path as they wound through the corridors and down several stairwells, with Finn and Triss disabling the security doors as needed.
“I can’t believe you remember your way around here,” Jack commented when Alissa made yet another turn.
“I spent years here. It’s difficult to forget,” she replied. “Ah, here it is.”
She had stopped outside a lab entrance with sliding double doors. “Top Secret” was written in giant red lettering above the door.
“A little on the nose,” Triss smirked when she read it.
“No room for ambiguity, that’s for sure.” Alissa located a biometric scanner next to the door. “Okay, Jack, you’re up.”
“Hold still,” Triss instructed, and she went to work with Finn on syncing their computers with Jack’s cybernetic eye.
A minute later, they had him look into the retinal scanner. The light shone green on the lock and the doors slid open.
On the other side, a woman looked up in surprise. “Who are— Alissa?”
Alissa removed the hood of her hazmat suit, no longer needed so far from where they’d left the actinium. “Hi Mom.”
CHAPTER 16: Heist
Jack slipped off the headpiece of his own hazmat suit. “Alissa… care to explain?”
Alissa let out a long breath. “Okay… So, when I said I worked here at GiganCorp, I maybe should have mentioned that I was on the team working on the MEC with my mother, Mariah, here. My father is the Director of this R&D division.”
Mariah crossed her arms. “What are you doing back here, Alissa? I thought your clearance had been revoked when you ran off with your girlfriend.”
“Administrative oversight,” Alissa replied. “I see you had no trouble taking all the credit for my work.”
“This was always a team effort. And you left the team,” her mother replied.
Finn raised his hand. “Sorry to interrupt the family reunion, but we have a job to do.”
Alissa nodded. “He’s right. Sorry, Mom, but we’re going to take the MEC.”
“Like Hell you will! Guards will be here any moment,” Mariah responded.
“Nope.” Finn shook his head. “Everyone is busy imbibing and snacking until they realize they’ll have to pay full price.”
Mariah worked her mouth. “You mean you just walked in here and you think you can walk right out?”
“That’s precisely what’s going to happen.” Alissa headed for the back of the lab.
Three workstations in the middle of the space were filled with electronic components and a holodisplay for overlaying various digital models with the physical parts. The centerpiece along the back wall was a plexiglass enclosure containing a pedestal topped with a compact metallic cylinder approximately eight centimeters in length and two centimeters in diameter. Blue grooves ran the length of the sides up to the black caps on the ends.
“It looks even better in real life,” Alissa murmured as she admired it.
“You did a brilliant job with the design, I’ll give you that,” her mother said, “but you walked away from it when you walked away from us.”
Alissa scoffed. “This will never be used for good so long as it’s with GiganCorp. You have to know that.”
“It’s business.” Mariah shrugged. “You’re the one who couldn’t separate family from the day job.”
“I was doing a fine job of it until you asked me to commit corporate espionage.”
“So you went to work for a weapon’s dealer instead? Great career move.” Mariah sighed. “You could have been running this company in another ten years, Alissa. Your vision is wasted.”
“Not wasted at all,” Triss interjected. “She just had a vision bigger than yours.”
Mari
ah smiled but her eyes were narrowed. “So you must be the one who caused her life to derail.”
Alissa examined the lock on the case containing the MEC. “My life is right on track, Mother. It just isn’t the path you wanted for me.”
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you, by the way,” Triss said to Mariah with thick sarcasm.
Jack could see that the situation was on the precipice of devolving into an argument about parenting techniques and child rebellion, so he elected to follow Alissa to the back of the room and assess the case with her. “Let’s get the MEC and get out of here. The restaurant could catch onto our ruse at any time,” he urged.
“Right.” Alissa took a centering breath. She placed her hand on the biometric lock for the case and it let out an angry beep.
“The central security team may have overlooked your access, but I didn’t,” Mariah said. “You’ll never—”
Finn knocked her on the back of her head with a metal frame component that had been on one of the workstations. “Sorry, Alissa.”
“No apology needed,” she replied. “I was about to do that myself. Help me get her over here.”
Finn and Alissa dragged Mariah’s unconscious form to the MEC’s case. Alissa grabbed her right hand and placed it on the biometric scanner. The display prompted for a password.
“Triss, a little help?” Finn said.
“On it.” Triss took her hacking kit and hooked into the console. She ran through the password combinations; in a matter of seconds, a match appeared and the case unlocked. “Huh. It was ‘Fuzzybuttons’, apparently.”
“Ah,” Alissa nodded. “Good ol’ Mr. Fuzzybuttons. He was my pet rabbit.”
“Oh, you never mentioned him before,” Triss commented.
Alissa scowled. “Yeah, it’s a bit of sore subject.”
“Why, what happened to him?” Jack asked.
“My parents decided it would be a great life lesson to eat him for dinner. Figures Mom would immortalize that event with her password.”
Jack’s mouth dropped open. “Your parents made you eat your pet rabbit?”
Finn whistled between his teeth. “That’s some messed up parenting.”
“Yeah… I’ll just be the one to say it,” Triss cut in. “Your mom is pretty awful.”