We Tried to Steal Death | SCP-8361
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What happens during the heist at the museum?
Henry hands the security guard the stack of hundreds. The security guard hands Henry his keys. Nice doing business with you, the guard says and slips out into the alley.
All you gotta do is close it and it'll lock on its own. I'll just tell them that I got locked out.
Henry nods and lets the back door slowly retract, then close. He doesn't say a word, no need. He knows the guard is an idiot and will be implicated almost immediately. All the man saw were dollar signs when Henry first approached him two weeks ago. It quickly became apparent that the guard was a special kind of greedy stupid and would certainly flip on Henry's crew the moment the police put even an infinitesimal amount of pressure on him. In a past life, Henry would have tied up that loose end with a bullet between the guard's eyes. But he's not that guy anymore. Checking the peephole in the back door, Henry can see the guard pacing back and forth in the alley as he scrolls on his phone. The man laughs at some video, and Henry shakes his head.
Then he turns to his crew and nods. Everyone moves in perfect synchronicity. Henry tosses the keys to Becca, who catches them with ease. She jogs ahead as Morris and Krabs carry the padded shipping container toward the main part of the museum. Henry can't help but give the back room a quick glance. Items aren't out in the open, but he can read the stenciling on the various crates. If he had a truck standing by, he could steal enough priceless antiquities for him and his crew and their descendants to retire in luxury for the rest of their lives. There's a tall, thin crate propped in the corner that he knows he could move for a cool 10 million, maybe more. A small square crate sitting on a table would fetch twice that number.
Sighing with thoughts of what could have been, Henry sticks to the plan and follows his crew out of the back room and into one of the main exhibition spaces. Sticking to the plan is how jobs get done. Sticking to the plan is how he and his crew stay out of prison. Sticking to the plan keeps everyone alive. No words are spoken. The crew knows what to do. Becca is weaving around pedestals with glass cases on top, each holding a priceless piece of history. Morris and Krabs are right on her tail, although moving a little slower, a little more carefully, due to the padded shipping container they are carrying. They have to repeatedly shift their grips and turn their bodies to avoid bumping into many of the pedestals.
Henry brings up the rear, his eyes taking in the video cameras in each corner, the sensors on the walls, and the microphones hanging from the ceiling. If the paid-off guard hadn't already deactivated the security system, there would also be roaming trip lasers and body heat monitoring. But a hearty stack of cash took all of those factors out of play. They move from that room and into another. Various items of Latin America origin fill the space. Becca heads straight for a large pedestal in the center of the room. Morris and Krabs follow in her wake. Both men focused on the target, focused on Becca as she stops and studies the ring of keys in her hand. She glances back at Henry. He shrugs. She purses her lips.
He shrugs again. She rolls her eyes. Then she separates out each key and, one by one, starts inserting them into the keyhole embedded halfway down the pedestal. After the eighth attempt, the key clicks home, and the front panel of the glass case on the pedestal opens. Becca grins. Morris and Krabs grin. Henry does not grin. Something has his attention, but, unfortunately, he doesn't know what it is. Did he hear something? Did he see something? Is it only a feeling? Is he panicking, losing it? He's not sure and reserves judgment on himself until he is sure, which he hopes happens soon. Seeing his hesitation, Becca raises an eyebrow. Henry shakes his head, trying to stave off her worry. Becca cocks her hip and glares.
Henry widens his eyes and shakes his head again. Morris and Krabs look back and forth between the two, obviously wondering what is being communicated and whether or not they should be worried.
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