(3rd person point of view)
Click.
Clink.
Click.
The sound of high heels ring out. A lady in a short black dress, a light pink fur coat and see through beige tights, walks up to the guards in the reception desk.
" Bonjour, monsieur! I'm a bit lost, could you help me, please?" In a French accent, she flirts twirling her hair as she bends forward leaning on the desk.
" Uh, ye-yeah. Where is it you want to go?" The older one between the two guards steps up to help the beautiful French lady.
" Merci bel homme! This is the place my friends sent me to go to." She leans in, pressing her soft body on his arm. " But where is it?" She pouts.
" Ah, it's just down the block. Let me show you." The man grins enjoying the moment. He leads her outside to give her directions to the club.
Left behind, the new young guard grumbles at the older guards unfair use of his seniority.
' Tsk. I'm more handsome. Or does think he'll get that chick when he's that ugly?' As he protests in his mind, the sound of the elevator sounds out. But all the elevators, other than the one the guards are using, are shown to be locked in the first level on the screen in front of him. So how could there be another elevator coming down?!
The young man rushes towards the elevators, putting his hand on the stun gun on his back in caution.
" Ding." The elevator arrives and opens it's doors.
Two men in their late 20s and a young blonde lady in crutches. She limps forward with a man on each side helping her. All three, employees or maybe customers, were attractive. Though uncommon, people do come in to work as early as 6:35.
The white man gave off bad boy, almost dangerous, vibes in his dark suit. Though his muscles stretching the suit were anything but boyish. He had neck length brown hair tied in a bun, showing the shaven lower half of his head. Thick sword like eyebrows, dark brown eyes, sharp jaw, high cheekbones. His light pink tinted thin lips settled under his slightly crooked nose. Piercings of silver earrings all over his ears. Even his tattoos peeking over the collar and handcuffs of his suit looked irresistible.
The other man was of similar height yet had smaller shoulders and frame. His suit outlined his slimness. As of Latino decent, he had tan skin and short soft black curly hair covering his forehead. His large hazel tangled with green eyes were surrounded by thick lashes and softly bent eyebrows on top. He had a small nose above his full dark pink lips. His cheeks still had baby fat, giving an illusion of his age being less than it actually is.
The blonde and blue eyed young lady looking down also seemed to be a beauty. However, once her hair that covered half her face moved, it shocked the guard. The girl would have also been a beauty if not for the large burn scar covering half her face.
The sullen sexy man, carrying a duffel bag turned towards the guard. He scowls, " Keep staring, why don't you?!"
" Ah! No, sorry." The guard steps back apologetically.
" It's okay, I don't mind it anymore." The girl pitifully tries to calm her escort.
" No, it's not okay." The Latino glares at the guard. He holds her hand, gently explaining to her. "Discrimination is not something you should get used to."
She sniffles and nods in comfort.
The guard feels even further guilty. " Sorry. Here, allow me." He reaches out to open the glass doors for them.
" Thank you." The girl sweetly thanks him as they walk out.
A black Ford drives up to the entrance. The scowling bad boy dumps the duffle bag in the truck before the trio speedily get in the back seats.
The car speeds off to a location a block away to pick up someone.
" Clang." The passenger door gets opened by that same French lady. " Hey guys! Well done!" She breaths out grinning once she got in the car.
" Riley's acting was exaggerated." Oliver rolls his eyes as he leans back crossing his long legs. He reached over to hold Alexander's hand in his own hands.
" I'm a thief! Not a thrifter!" Riley scowls at him, pouting as she crossed her arms.
" You still managed to fool the guard, so your acting is decent at least." Alexander uses his free hand to pat the head of the angry child.
" Hmph." She smiles at the compliment.
" Overall, the operation is considered a success. So, good job people." Nick praises all of them.
" You did a good job too, boss."