Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
Finch checked her gear one more time and stretched her muscles, rolling her shoulders and flexing her arms. It was cold right now, but given that it was two in the morning, it wasn’t so bad. Over to her left, on the hill overlooking the house, Bone gave her a thumbs up. She nodded and clicked the button on her headset.
“You guys all ready?”
J’s voice came in directly to her ear. “Yeah, he said. D-Dog’s good to go as well.”
“Alright,” Finch said. “Forty seconds till floor security turns and goes to the other end of the house. Twenty for me to go in and get up the stairs, assuming you can crack the door in time, Bone-o.”
“Yup,” Bone said.
“One guard on duty outside the senator’s bedroom. Protocol is ten seconds on pagers before the alarm is raised.”
She was repeating what they already knew, but then again Finch always did. It was her pre-game routine, her way to calm herself and prepare. The others let her talk.
“Kill the senator, take his data-chip, Terrier shoots the floor guard, alarm’s gonna be raised, but if all goes well I should be out before anything happens.”
“Ten seconds,” J warned. “Get ready.”
“Yeah,” Finch said. “Yeah, okay.”
Finch set her jaw, staring at her watch. They’d done this kind of thing so, so many times, yet she still felt a little electric thrill go down her back. Danger, J had said. She was addicted to danger.
Three. Two. One.
“Go,” Bone said.
Finch pulled down her hood and sprinted down the hill towards the senator’s house, running past the trimmed hedges and the glowing fountains with holo-decorations.
“Door’s open and its alarm’s down,” Bone reported, sounding bored.
Finch pulled it open and stepped in. Twenty seconds to get up the stairs. The wooden panelled floor seemed to zoom by underneath her as she silently made her way forward. There were no motion detectors in the house, which was really convenient, but still – anything could go wrong. Finch reached the staircase and stopped right at the end, pulling out her knife.
“Guard is…” Terrier paused, and Finch heard him adjusting his position. “Bone, stop fucking touching my shoelace.
“Sorry,” Bone said. “Habit.”
“…To the right of the door,” Terry finished, annoyed. “Six feet, one o’clock from stairs.”
“Gotcha,” Finch whispered.
Go time. The woman leaped up, her Vis-tech boots giving away no sound as she hit the top of the stairs. The bedroom guard had one second to look surprised before she rushed forward, covered his mouth and stabbed him in the throat.
“Nice job,” said Bone. “Killing the pager now.”
D-Dog spoke up. “Why can’t we get to see what’s happening? I’m bored.”
“’Cause we’re Plan B,” said J.
“Yeah, but we could still get a copy of Bone’s laptop or something, or he could just stream the feed to us-”
“You have no idea how this shit works, do you-”
“Guys, shut up,” Finch hissed.
“Pager down,” Bone said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Bedroom’s open and camera inside’s mine.”
The guard had stopped moving. Finch let his body down to the ground and moved on, opening the bedroom door. Inside, it was a little brighter than the rest of the house – a large window encompassing the left side of the room let some moonlight in, and let Finch see the senator lying asleep on his bed.
“Get to work on that computer,” she whispered into her headset.
“Already doin’ it,” Bone said. “Hey, is that the Ammelian Ruby next to his-?”
“No,” Finch said.
“Yeah it is, look-”
“I meant no as in I’m not stealing it for you.”
Stifled chuckles broke out throughout the communications channel and Finch failed to supress a smile herself, going over to the bed.
“That’s him,” Terrier said. “Do it.”
Finch covered the wrinkled man’s mouth and stabbed him.
“Why do they always spaz out so much?” Bone asked. “Guy’s flailing everywhere.”
“Dunno,” J said. “Reflex, I guess.”
Once the senator had stopped moving, Finch stepped over to his desk and sat at his chair, where the computer was unlocked and waiting for her.
“Nice work, B-boy,” she said.
“That is the worst nickname for me.”
“Would you prefer Whitey?”
“Verify the chip’s contents already, dang it.”
“Yeah, gimme a sec.”
Finch leaned on the desk and clicked through the senator’s files, scanning the names of each one. Mum. Sophia. Thanksgiving 2176. Madagascar 2188. Bali 2190. Alaska 2192.
“Guy travels a lot,” she murmured.
“Why the hell did he go to Alaska in 2192?” Bone said.
“Climate change peak year. Would’ve been freezing.”
“Hm,” Finch said. “That is weird.” Curiosity piqued, she clicked the file and went through the photos. “They’re all…”
“Just regular photos,” Bone finished for her, sounding disappointed. “Whatever, move on.”
A few more clicks found her at the information they needed. Finch pressed her headset. “All here. Taking it.”
In the auditory back of the channel, she could hear J letting go of a deep breath.
She was about to leave when Bone’s voice cut into the communications again.
“Hey, what about the ruby?”
“What?” Finch said, momentarily confused. “Oh, fucking fine-”
She stomped over to the display next to the bed.
“Finch,” Terrier said, his voice low, “The floor guy’s about to move out of my sights.”
“Just shoot him,” Finch said, pulling out her pistol.
The sounds of her gun going off, the ruby’s glass case shattering, Terrier’s sniper from outside and the floor guard screaming all came at once. Finch picked up the Ammelian Ruby, and hesitated. She looked up at the bedroom camera, gave Bone the middle finger, and then ran outside as the house’s alarm went off.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” J said.