This is why he doesn’t work with Williams.
The infamous Chaser or not, the man looks like a frazzled suburban house dad plucked straight out of the 90s; and with all the rustling going on in his earpiece, Gabriel isn’t entirely confident that his associate isn’t, in fact, running a mission while trying to play the role of Homemaker Extraordinaire to a brood of 10 mini-Williams. (Is that a lot of kids? That’s probably a lot of kids. He amends the number to 8.) There’s a litany of swears in his ear, which is more distracting than helpful, but it’s fine because the last body drops with little fanfare and even less fight.
‘It’ll be fast, quick, easy. Williams’ got your back on this,’ they say.
He’s breathing a little heavily at this point—less from physical exertion, more from mental exasperation—but it’s better than what the ring of bodies around him are doing, which is decidedly not breathing altogether. “Past that,” he grouses, and with a scowl, rips an obscenely large portrait of neon-colored trainers from the wall before him. No sane person thinks to hide a priceless artifact in an Adidas outlet, but he knows it’s there, feels the pull of the item, sees a vibrant line of blue in his mind’s eye leading straight past the safe.
“Do you know how to get into an electronic safe?”
Tiny beads of sweat had begun to form on Arthur’s forehead, no doubt from the nerves and stress of screwing up on the job. He could handle the silent anger and the passive aggression, but he much preferred to avoid the bad side of anyone in The Continental. People got dead on the bad side, and if he ended up dead, who would tend to his bees?
After a small mental prep-talk, he wipes the sweat from his forehead and focuses on the task at hand. Adjusting his ear-piece so it’ll stay in, he begins typing away on his sticky keyboard, cutting off security camera access to anyone but himself. Once he’s got an eye on The Hunter, he speaks.
“Of course I do,” he replies, nearly offended at the very question, “Do you remember the small electronic device I gave you before you left? This is where you’re going to use it.”
The electronic safe was top of the line and very expensive, and Arthur had been tasked to help bypass it. The way he’d planned to get around it was a Bluetooth connection to a return receiver device, which would allow a second person to play with the controls and make a replica of the fingerprint for the computer. After that, manual entry through the touch screen would release the safe for full access. Then, the job would be smooth sailing.
That was, unless a hidden security system were to go off. But hey, think positive, right?
“If you’re in front of the safe and you have the device, I’m going to have you attach it to the safe, right above the keypad, alright? Make sure not to hit any of the numbers, one wrong entry and we’re going to have a much, much bigger fucking problem.” He pauses to take a deep breath, “Once you’ve attached it, hold the button on the side to turn it on. Once it’s on, I’m going to alter the settings and create a replica of your fingerprint in the system. If the plan works, open sesame.”
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