Hall of Infinite Doors
"Bill, do you know what this means for us?" You ask.
"Yeah, we won't know what's in that package. big deal."
"Yes, we will. We're going to get it. I recently invested in copies of all the dorm keys in the Sigma Chi house. I also have a lock picking kit."
After a long, awkward pause and an incredulous look, Bill exclaims "Are you on some drugs tonight? Seriously? Do you know how screwed we'd be if someone caught us?"
"We won't get caught. Trust me. Just put on some dark clothes and we're good to go. I've got some walkie talkies from one of my old jobs, and I have some headsets. We'll be in constant contact." You explain.
"Yeah, if by 'we' you mean 'you', then you're right." Says Bill, dismissing you.
Grabbing his shoulder, you spin him around and make him look at you. "Fine, you don't even have to go inside, but at least do some surveillance for me. I'm gonna need an all-seeing eye. Come on, will you do it?" I ask, almost begging him.
"Gah, fine. If you get caught, though, you're taking all the blame. I'm not getting any shit for this."
"Fine, I'll show you how to work those systems." You say, sitting him down at the computer.
For the next hour, you go through all the programs and gadgets to work the cameras, go through potential routs that you might take to reach the office, then you teach him how to use the walkie talkie.
"Ok, it's time to go." You say, dressed fully in a black outfit with the headset on. "Remember, if you see someone, tell me right away, there can't be any delay or I'm done."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just be careful in there. I don't want my friend getting kicked out of college for something as stupid as this. Good luck." Bill says, grabbing your hand in a rough highfive and giving you a manly hug.
Leaving your dorm, you pause right outside the door, observing your surroundings before continuing on toward the Sigma Chi dorms. You hug the tree line, watching for people, and you walk around to the back of the building.
Clicking on your walkie talkie, you press the call button and talk into the headset. "Are the doors all clear?" You ask.
In a crackly voice, Bill replies, "Yeah, except the main entrance. avoid that at all costs."
"Ok. Do me a favor. Switch to camera #53. It's Stacey and Tricia's room. Check if they're in there and keep an eye on that room at all times."
"Kay." Says Bill. "Go figure, the two crazy bitches live together."
Laughing quietly, you reply "Well, obviously. They'd never get any alone time if they didn't. No time for plans!"
"Yeah. Get going man, before you run out of time." Says Bill. "Over and out good buddy. I'll let you know if I see anything."
You sprint toward the nearest door, you glance through the window to make sure no one is there. Seeing no one, you take out your keys and slide the one marked for that door into the lock, opening it quietly. Silently as a ghost, you creep up to the main hallway, glancing either way to make sure the residents are all in their dorms. Taking a left, you run quietly to the stairs and dart in, quietly closing the door behind you. Padding down the stairs, you delve into the pitch blackness of the basement and locate the downstairs office, half expecting to see a massive guard dog on duty.
"Stacey has left her room. The building is hot. Be careful." Says Bill through the radio. You press your call button rapidly three times to let him know you heard, then you continue on to Stacey's office.
The door is locked, as you'd expected, so you take your lock picking kit out of your pack and go to work.
You make short work of the lock, opening the door in under a minute. Creeping up to the desk, you begin rummaging through the drawers, trying to find the right one. Obviously, it's the only one locked.
'Great, another lock to pick.' You think to yourself. Pulling out your picks, you set to work, taking longer this time. "Man, this lock is tough." You say to yourself. It takes about five minutes to open, using lots of your precious time.
"Hide. She's coming downstairs! Get the hell out of there!" Yells Bill into the walkie talkie.
"Shit." You say to yourself, looking around the office. There's nowhere to hide. The office is so crammed with stuff that the only possible place to hide would be under the desk, and that's just stupid. "Where is she?" You say into the mic.
Bill was quick to respond, saying "On the stair. Almost all the way down. You have no time to get out. You're done."
Just as he's finishing his sentence, you remember the package, opening it to find a tightly packed bag of white powder that could only be cocaine.
"It's drugs!" you hiss into the walkie talkie. "I knew it!"
Just as you're placing the cocaine back into the bag, Stacey walks in, switching on the lights. "What the hell are you doing in here!" She screams, grabbing the package from your hands and slapping you across the face. "I'm calling the cops!"
"Go ahead, call them. You'll get screwed just as hard as me. Look what I found." You say, snatching the bag out of her hands. "You're little business is done for. I either want my money, plus interest, or I'm going to the cops, the dean, and whoever will listen to me."
"Ok, fine, I'll get you your money, just get out of here before I strangle you!" Yells Stacey, her face glowing beet red.
Heading back to your dorm, you thank God that she didn't notice your walkie talkie. "That was close." You say into the walkie talkie. When no reply comes, you get worried and sprint toward your dorm. It's only been a few minutes since you left, so nothing could have happened! Could it?
Slamming open the door to your room, you come face to face with two goons, both about six feet tall with huge muscles and short black hair. One had a knife. One had a silenced gun. Bill was dead on the floor. I was next.
"Yeah, we won't know what's in that package. big deal."
"Yes, we will. We're going to get it. I recently invested in copies of all the dorm keys in the Sigma Chi house. I also have a lock picking kit."
After a long, awkward pause and an incredulous look, Bill exclaims "Are you on some drugs tonight? Seriously? Do you know how screwed we'd be if someone caught us?"
"We won't get caught. Trust me. Just put on some dark clothes and we're good to go. I've got some walkie talkies from one of my old jobs, and I have some headsets. We'll be in constant contact." You explain.
"Yeah, if by 'we' you mean 'you', then you're right." Says Bill, dismissing you.
Grabbing his shoulder, you spin him around and make him look at you. "Fine, you don't even have to go inside, but at least do some surveillance for me. I'm gonna need an all-seeing eye. Come on, will you do it?" I ask, almost begging him.
"Gah, fine. If you get caught, though, you're taking all the blame. I'm not getting any shit for this."
"Fine, I'll show you how to work those systems." You say, sitting him down at the computer.
For the next hour, you go through all the programs and gadgets to work the cameras, go through potential routs that you might take to reach the office, then you teach him how to use the walkie talkie.
"Ok, it's time to go." You say, dressed fully in a black outfit with the headset on. "Remember, if you see someone, tell me right away, there can't be any delay or I'm done."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just be careful in there. I don't want my friend getting kicked out of college for something as stupid as this. Good luck." Bill says, grabbing your hand in a rough highfive and giving you a manly hug.
Leaving your dorm, you pause right outside the door, observing your surroundings before continuing on toward the Sigma Chi dorms. You hug the tree line, watching for people, and you walk around to the back of the building.
Clicking on your walkie talkie, you press the call button and talk into the headset. "Are the doors all clear?" You ask.
In a crackly voice, Bill replies, "Yeah, except the main entrance. avoid that at all costs."
"Ok. Do me a favor. Switch to camera #53. It's Stacey and Tricia's room. Check if they're in there and keep an eye on that room at all times."
"Kay." Says Bill. "Go figure, the two crazy bitches live together."
Laughing quietly, you reply "Well, obviously. They'd never get any alone time if they didn't. No time for plans!"
"Yeah. Get going man, before you run out of time." Says Bill. "Over and out good buddy. I'll let you know if I see anything."
You sprint toward the nearest door, you glance through the window to make sure no one is there. Seeing no one, you take out your keys and slide the one marked for that door into the lock, opening it quietly. Silently as a ghost, you creep up to the main hallway, glancing either way to make sure the residents are all in their dorms. Taking a left, you run quietly to the stairs and dart in, quietly closing the door behind you. Padding down the stairs, you delve into the pitch blackness of the basement and locate the downstairs office, half expecting to see a massive guard dog on duty.
"Stacey has left her room. The building is hot. Be careful." Says Bill through the radio. You press your call button rapidly three times to let him know you heard, then you continue on to Stacey's office.
The door is locked, as you'd expected, so you take your lock picking kit out of your pack and go to work.
You make short work of the lock, opening the door in under a minute. Creeping up to the desk, you begin rummaging through the drawers, trying to find the right one. Obviously, it's the only one locked.
'Great, another lock to pick.' You think to yourself. Pulling out your picks, you set to work, taking longer this time. "Man, this lock is tough." You say to yourself. It takes about five minutes to open, using lots of your precious time.
"Hide. She's coming downstairs! Get the hell out of there!" Yells Bill into the walkie talkie.
"Shit." You say to yourself, looking around the office. There's nowhere to hide. The office is so crammed with stuff that the only possible place to hide would be under the desk, and that's just stupid. "Where is she?" You say into the mic.
Bill was quick to respond, saying "On the stair. Almost all the way down. You have no time to get out. You're done."
Just as he's finishing his sentence, you remember the package, opening it to find a tightly packed bag of white powder that could only be cocaine.
"It's drugs!" you hiss into the walkie talkie. "I knew it!"
Just as you're placing the cocaine back into the bag, Stacey walks in, switching on the lights. "What the hell are you doing in here!" She screams, grabbing the package from your hands and slapping you across the face. "I'm calling the cops!"
"Go ahead, call them. You'll get screwed just as hard as me. Look what I found." You say, snatching the bag out of her hands. "You're little business is done for. I either want my money, plus interest, or I'm going to the cops, the dean, and whoever will listen to me."
"Ok, fine, I'll get you your money, just get out of here before I strangle you!" Yells Stacey, her face glowing beet red.
Heading back to your dorm, you thank God that she didn't notice your walkie talkie. "That was close." You say into the walkie talkie. When no reply comes, you get worried and sprint toward your dorm. It's only been a few minutes since you left, so nothing could have happened! Could it?
Slamming open the door to your room, you come face to face with two goons, both about six feet tall with huge muscles and short black hair. One had a knife. One had a silenced gun. Bill was dead on the floor. I was next.
