[h2]Workin’ For A Living Part 6 - Early Evening[/h2]
[h3]New Melbourne[/h3]

OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule]

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Isaac worked his way over to the locked door on the far side of the room. Cyd's timeline was spot on. With the main course served, the staff got a bit of a reprieve, having only to only tend to the guests every few minutes or so. Hell, even security was using this downtime for bathroom breaks and the ones still at their posts stealing the occasional quick bite. The window was small, but it was doable. Isaac was in position as he waited for Mathias to draw the large man's attention.

Mathias put together a drink and a small plate of appetizers. He walked up to the guard whispering discreetly, pointng to the kitchen door as he passed the guard the plate and whiskey. Gig workers were always buttering up security and staff so this was far from unusual. Plus Mathis has the forethought to set up a little chair just inside the kitchen door for him to discreetly enjoy a few things that would traditionally be way above his pay grade. 

The man smiled quietly, thanked Mathis and sauntered off with a smile to enjoy the delicacies.

All too easy.

“Nineteen minutes,” Cyd reminded them over the coms. 

As soon as the guard was off, Isaac made his move. He popped the security card out of his pocket that his older brother slipped into it earlier. The guard hadn't even noticed it missing when he helped Mathias with those chairs. The younger Skye slid the key card in and, working from memory, played the notes of the key code on the pad as the lock disengaged. The teen slipped inside, leaving the key card still in the slot. He noticed the doors were unusually thick but slid effortlessly on perfectly balanced hinges. If the room Cyd was in was all show, this room was all business. It was a respectably adorned, albeit rather muted. This was where all the transactions Vanderhull [I] didn't[/I] want folks to know about were conducted, Isaac was sure of it. "Just like the crime shows" he whispered to himself in awe, respecting the man's commitment to the part. If the doors were any indication, there was likely soundproofing, maybe the whole room was blast proof. A panic room maybe? All he knew was it was all pretty ongelooflik.

"Seventeen." Cyd's tone was firm yet even and was just enough to snap Isaac back to reality. He scanned the room. The bookcase was exactly where the floorplan said it would be. He knelt down and ran his hand along the kickboard until he found a small protrusion. The intel was good. He pressed it freeing the bookshelf to turn out into the room on a hinge exposing a wall safe.

"Bingo" he whispered.

Cyd kept an eye on her brothers, as well as the clock, tapping in a code to disable the silent alarm that would have alerted Vanderhull or his men by Datapad. “Sixteen. No pressure, Lolo. Gershwitz is in the kitchen, Mathias - you’re clear.” 

Mathias offered to load up the empty boxes on a cart for the bartenders. Drunk party goers were happy party goers and the whole thing just helped him look like a go getter. Best part, so long as it was carted out of sight, say around the hallway, no one would really care. Given how crazy things could go it could be easily dismissed as the help forgetting it or some shit.

Isaac adjusted the frequency on his earphones as he prepared to crack the safe. The particular model, a Jensen SP-15, was a bit older but an industry workhorse as safes go. He was only going to get one shot at this. Any mistake and the safe would activate the spring loaded deadbolts. After that, only a Jensen representative or a jackhammer were getting in. There was talk in circles about ex-employees leaking the method to disable the failsafe but it, by design, took time. Time he didn't have. [I] So no screw ups[/I], Isaac thought to himself. He rubbed his fingertips and hesitated for just a moment, wishing he had some sandpaper for them like on his shows. With one hand, he applied steady pressure to the release handle as he slowly rotated the safe's dial to the left, only stopping when he heard the faintest sounds of metal on metal.

"One down" he whispered.

“Fourteen minutes,” Cyd counted, her eyes scanning all of the feeds. All of the cameras were still clear, the feedback loops were still displayed. She took a quick glance at the tables, all was going well at the dinner party, so as Isaac worked, she worked, scrubbing any trace of the three of them from the recorded footage. 

"You know, you constantly telling me how much time is left? Great for my nerves." Isaac griped at his sister. He took his fingers off the dial for a moment and drew in a few slow deep breaths to steady himself before returning to his task.

“How about … you have one minute less than before and not a lot of minutes left?” Mathias offered quietly.

“You rather I wait until there’s zero time and let you--” Cyd stopped mid sentence when she heard the giggling from the otherside of the door, followed by the jiggling of the handle. “Fok,” she swore under her breath, quickly grabbing her datapad. “Come on….” She pressed the  power button to hard shut down Vanderhull’s computer and dove under the desk, just as the door opened.