Thread: The Clandestine Array

Jamie was the truck itself which she seemed to fail to notice or she might have but he didn't really question her. "Enjoy the ride because it may get really rough once we enter the inner city." He said through the CB with a faint bit of concern coming from his mouth.

The truck would begin to move forward, exiting the warehouse, and going onto State Route 13 to go and find the exit that would only be a few miles from where the actual inner city was as the shop was actually not too far from the city which was why robberies are a risk in the first place. The exit would lead to a smaller road which could only handle the truck and he would take it until he arrived at the store.

The store wasn't that big of a place but it wasn't what he was planning on robbing. He planned on robbing the storage in the back which had everything still in boxes and pallets. So he stopped the truck right outside of the building and began to give specific instructions, "You're going to open the back of the truck, put the ramp down, drive the forklift out, and take the ramp somewhere that is out of the way of me, and then await further instructions when you're done doing it." He was really concerned now for her so he said, "Be careful...." at the end because he knew it wasn't exactly the best time to rob something.

"O-Okay," she replied, feeling doubt rise once again in her heart. She was actually very surprised that she hadn't panicked or gone insane by now, but she had always accepted things, no matter how crazy.

Even so, she could still hardly believe that the man she was speaking to at that moment was not a man. His abilities were really off the charts of her mind-- she could never imagine someone being able to shift into different forms.

They must have been an unusual sight, with her, so obviously foreign and the truck moving with nobody in the driver's seat. As they slowed to a stop, hardly anyone looked up, anyway. She was sick with fear by the time she stepped out, and went around to open the back of the truck.

Driving the forklift out was much easier now that she knew how to do so, and she wasted no time in moving the ramp. Nadya heard a dog barking somewhere nearby, and took confidence in knowing that if anything went wrong, she could get help. Had she even told Jamie of her powers yet?

"Okay, Jamie..." she whispered, "Now what?"

Jamie began moving the truck a fair distance away before turning back into his human form and began surveying the area around the building. He had to make sure that there wasn't too much of a security system or he'd risk the cops...or worse coming at him with the full force. That was expected of a robbery but this wasn't his first robbery. The warehouse wasn't built by magic. It took time and effort.

"I recommend you get a good few feet away from the warehouse for what's next or risk getting hurt by some of the debris..." He said it as he transformed into a modern tank which looked too threatening for a person to be but he wasn't that threatening. He slowly moved the tank forward and crashed into the front of the building, glass shattering, brick falling and breaking, with wood crushing itself in by the treads of the tank.

He continued to barge through the store until he got to the back of it and crushed in the wall where the pallets of supplies were located. He would then back the tank out and get into a reasonable position on the roadway where he would transform into the Peterbuilt he was before and would make it seem as if he was parked on the road. Hoping the new girl would start loading up.

Nadya's eyes grew wide with amazement and horror as she watched Jamie bust through the wall of the store in his scary new form. A pang of guilt hit her-- were there people inside? She supposed not... the windows had been dark...

Breaking out of her thoughts, she rushed forward and, bent on getting the job done, began grabbing random boxes and loading them into the truck. Her hood was pulled over her forehead so it was difficult to see her face. She hurried, and got about ten boxes, all various sizes, into the truck in a matter of minutes.

"How many should I take?" she asked, her voice outlined with panic. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed the robbery.