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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 16, 2014 17:39:05 GMT
It was the first night of staking out the Merlyn Group headquarters. Earlier that day, Sage had encountered Merlyn's son, but hadn't learned much from threatening him at (fake) gunpoint except that his relationship with his dad wasn't too swell. Oh well, the investigation continues.
Sage laid on his belly on a roof across the straight from his target. His building was nowhere near as tall or as imposing as Merlyn's and even with high powered binoculars, he couldn't see much of note.
Just a bunch of worker bees toiling away at meaningless labor, nothing exciting here.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 16, 2014 22:02:22 GMT
Merlyn Group headquarters was his new mark. Who knew what kind of loot was in here? The Sandman intended to find out. It was a good night for it too. Not many workers in tonight. They all looked really tired.
They could use a bit of sleep.
The Sandman kept to the shadows, grabbing a compressed canister of his special sleeping gas and opening a nearby window ever so carefully, slipping the canister inside. Mere moments later, the workers started to slump at their desks, the sleep taking hold.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 17, 2014 17:19:44 GMT
"They must be tired," Sage noted, "Merlyn must be running them into the ground. They probably aren't even unionized, the fiend."
Sage then noticed the workers falling unconscious and what seemed to be some sort of gas filling the room.
"Oh?"
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 17, 2014 17:36:02 GMT
After making sure that both his hat and his gas mask were fitted firmly, the Sandman opened the window fully. He jumped in, quickly closing the window behind him. He didn't want the gas to escape.
He moved calmly through the office, checking on every one of the workers to make sure they were all asleep. Thankfully, they were.
Now all he needed to do was search the building, and see if there was anything worth stealing.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 17, 2014 17:39:54 GMT
Now a man in a trench coat and gasmask came into full view.
Sage blinked. This was the second masked man he had seen this week. Starling City was just full of interesting things.
He then observed movement in the hallway, several security guards were on their way. The guy must have tripped the silent alarm when he opened the window.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 17, 2014 17:51:16 GMT
The sounds of security guards making their way towards the office put the Sandman's guard. He reached into his coat and withdrew his gas gun. He took cover behind one of the many desks, keeping his head down so that they wouldn't see him.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 17, 2014 17:54:01 GMT
The door clicked up and three armed guards stepped in. They looked up and down the rows, taking note of the passed out employees. One man quickly noticed the gas and shut the door before any of them could be effected.
"We know you're in the there," said one of them, "Come out quietly or you will face the consequences."
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 17, 2014 18:12:54 GMT
Quietly, eh? Not on the Sandman's watch. If he was to go down, which he certainly wasn't, he would go down fighting. He stood up from his hiding place and walked calmly towards the door, readying another canister of sleeping gas in the process. He opened the door and casually dropped the canister into the hallway.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 24, 2014 3:22:48 GMT
Smoke began to fill the hallway. Two of the guards inhaled it almost immediately and fell to the ground, unconscious.
The other two quickly covered their mouths with their shirts and took cover. Once that happened, they began to open fire.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 24, 2014 21:05:13 GMT
the Sandman took cover behind the nearest desk, reaching into his coat and loading his non-gas gun. He didn't want to kill anyone. After all, he prided himself on the fact that he could steal stuff and not have an accompanying body count.
"You might want to stop firing!" he shouted over the racket of gunfire. "I've got, like," he quickly made a count of sleeping workers he could see "fifteen hostages up in here!"
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 25, 2014 18:22:02 GMT
The men looked at each and grumbled, their firing ceasing.
"Fine, we'll play along," said one of the men (with an obvious porno mustache), "For now.."
The other man (this one bald and with a goatee) quietly made his way down the hall and towards the elevator.
"What are your demands?" asked the pornstached guard.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 25, 2014 20:21:12 GMT
"Depends." The Sandman replied. "What's valuable in this building? Because I'd like it."
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 28, 2014 17:25:50 GMT
The man took his head and placed it against his hand, trying not burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter at the same time.
"You picked the wrong company to try to screw with, you burgling bastard. You don't mess with Malcolm Merlyn. Anybody with a lick of common sense knows that. You must be new in town."
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 30, 2014 19:54:55 GMT
Malcolm Merlyn? Name wasn't familiar to the Sandman. It was actually very funny, and he couldn't help but laugh at it.
"Merlyn? Really? What, am I gonna find King Arthur and his knights in here too? Maybe they can do that musical for me."
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Post by Vic Sage on May 1, 2014 16:35:21 GMT
"Are you retarded or something? You don't even know the name of the company and the man you're trying to steal from?"
A whole group of stomping footsteps could be heard going up the stairs.
"If you want knights, here they come."
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