Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Jun 13, 2016 1:04:39 GMT
An empty amusement park at night would give some people chills with its abandoned feel. Yes, there is security to avoid, but for those urban explorers, it adds to the sense of risk.
Not so for the man quietly making his way along the grounds. Watching his surroundings closely, he estimates the blind spots of the cameras, dictating his movements and avoiding the occasional guard patrol with well practised efficiency.
The man referred to as "the insurance policy" was far more than a mere bodyguard: he was a former member of GZW2K1's roster, a decorated champion with a reputation for ruthless violence and an inhuman tolerance for pain. A man who continued wrestling in the company with a hairline fracture in his skull from a sledgehammer blow. A man who caused a petrol station explosion during a hardcore match in Tokyo. In short, he was chaos incarnate.
And before then? To any wrestling fan, it's no secret he was a mercenary, though no details of that life have ever reached public knowledge. That outfit had long disbanded and the records destroyed. Even those close enough to him to share details with aren't aware of the whole truth. Just the way he wants it.
Sneaking his way along the fairground was easy compared to those days. This was no heavily guarded compound and there was no threat of automatic weapons. Still, he finds that to be no reason to get careless. This was to be done quietly, and so discretion was what would be given. Creating havoc would need to wait.
Keeping low, he lets another security guard walk past before slipping away, unnoticed. Going the sneaky route was fun for him, it allowed him to keep those skills from becoming rusty. It wasn't much longer before he found the place he was looking for.
Standing tall and proud, that old plantation house appeared empty. No lights appeared in any of the windows he could see, but he knew better than to assume it was clear. Looking around, he found himself alone, allowing him to move closer to the building and thus, his target.
Quickly and quietly making his way to one of the many pillars that made up part of the building's structure, he slipped around one side of it and took another look around. Good thing he did, as he noticed movement from the corner of the house. Someone had just turned around it. Keeping flat against the pillar, he waited until the figure got closer, turning as the guard began to pass him, keeping the pillar between them, so as to remain unseen.
Upon seeing the security guard turning the other corner and out of sigh, Jericho followed the wall carefully, keeping out of view of.and cameras. Finding the back door, he fished the lockpicks out of his pocket with a gloved hand. 12 seconds later and he was inside, closing the door behind him without a sound.
Keeping low, he snuck around the room to get a feel for his surroundings. In his mind, he asked, if he were to have an office in this place, where would it be? Upstairs. With this in mind, he made his way through the house until he found and ascended the staircase. The only locked door he found there yielded as easily as the lock on the back door. He couldn't help feel slightly disappointed in Munin, who would have typically made these places harder to access. Perhaps she hadn't expected that he would be asked to gain access to her office, or simply hadn't gotten around to it.
After closing the door behind him, he found the filing cabinet and managed to get it open. Silently thanking his good luck, he saw that the filing system separated personnel by roster and management. Flipping through the files, he found the information he was asked for. Setting that atop the filing cabinet, he went through the roster section, looking for the last piece of the puzzle, as it were.
Having finally found it, he checked the curtains at the window, making sure no gaps were present. Confirming that no light would be seen from outside, he moved the files to the desk and turned on the lamp next to him. Taking out his phone, he enabled its camera and took a few snaps of each file, before returning them to their rightful place.
Slipping out of the building the way he came, Jericho began retracing his steps, away from the building and back into the amusement park proper. While again taking his time to avoid detection by personnel or cameras to the best of his ability, he found his way back to the front gate.
Carefully climbing over the fence as quietly as a 240lb man can, he got himself back along the road to where his motorcycle was parked. Turning on the engine with his key, the vehicle growled to life, allowing him to ride off. Next stop, the Ritz-Carlton in New Orleans.
"The Insurance Policy" Jericho "Raze" Cross
Not so for the man quietly making his way along the grounds. Watching his surroundings closely, he estimates the blind spots of the cameras, dictating his movements and avoiding the occasional guard patrol with well practised efficiency.
The man referred to as "the insurance policy" was far more than a mere bodyguard: he was a former member of GZW2K1's roster, a decorated champion with a reputation for ruthless violence and an inhuman tolerance for pain. A man who continued wrestling in the company with a hairline fracture in his skull from a sledgehammer blow. A man who caused a petrol station explosion during a hardcore match in Tokyo. In short, he was chaos incarnate.
And before then? To any wrestling fan, it's no secret he was a mercenary, though no details of that life have ever reached public knowledge. That outfit had long disbanded and the records destroyed. Even those close enough to him to share details with aren't aware of the whole truth. Just the way he wants it.
Sneaking his way along the fairground was easy compared to those days. This was no heavily guarded compound and there was no threat of automatic weapons. Still, he finds that to be no reason to get careless. This was to be done quietly, and so discretion was what would be given. Creating havoc would need to wait.
Keeping low, he lets another security guard walk past before slipping away, unnoticed. Going the sneaky route was fun for him, it allowed him to keep those skills from becoming rusty. It wasn't much longer before he found the place he was looking for.
Standing tall and proud, that old plantation house appeared empty. No lights appeared in any of the windows he could see, but he knew better than to assume it was clear. Looking around, he found himself alone, allowing him to move closer to the building and thus, his target.
Quickly and quietly making his way to one of the many pillars that made up part of the building's structure, he slipped around one side of it and took another look around. Good thing he did, as he noticed movement from the corner of the house. Someone had just turned around it. Keeping flat against the pillar, he waited until the figure got closer, turning as the guard began to pass him, keeping the pillar between them, so as to remain unseen.
Upon seeing the security guard turning the other corner and out of sigh, Jericho followed the wall carefully, keeping out of view of.and cameras. Finding the back door, he fished the lockpicks out of his pocket with a gloved hand. 12 seconds later and he was inside, closing the door behind him without a sound.
Keeping low, he snuck around the room to get a feel for his surroundings. In his mind, he asked, if he were to have an office in this place, where would it be? Upstairs. With this in mind, he made his way through the house until he found and ascended the staircase. The only locked door he found there yielded as easily as the lock on the back door. He couldn't help feel slightly disappointed in Munin, who would have typically made these places harder to access. Perhaps she hadn't expected that he would be asked to gain access to her office, or simply hadn't gotten around to it.
After closing the door behind him, he found the filing cabinet and managed to get it open. Silently thanking his good luck, he saw that the filing system separated personnel by roster and management. Flipping through the files, he found the information he was asked for. Setting that atop the filing cabinet, he went through the roster section, looking for the last piece of the puzzle, as it were.
Having finally found it, he checked the curtains at the window, making sure no gaps were present. Confirming that no light would be seen from outside, he moved the files to the desk and turned on the lamp next to him. Taking out his phone, he enabled its camera and took a few snaps of each file, before returning them to their rightful place.
Slipping out of the building the way he came, Jericho began retracing his steps, away from the building and back into the amusement park proper. While again taking his time to avoid detection by personnel or cameras to the best of his ability, he found his way back to the front gate.
Carefully climbing over the fence as quietly as a 240lb man can, he got himself back along the road to where his motorcycle was parked. Turning on the engine with his key, the vehicle growled to life, allowing him to ride off. Next stop, the Ritz-Carlton in New Orleans.
"The Insurance Policy" Jericho "Raze" Cross
