Ever have a dream where you're just watching the action, but you're not really there? That is what this dream was like. I felt very close to one of the characters but it definitely wasn't me.
A helicopter Flies over the museum and lands on the roof at 2am. This is a Stealth-Chopper which makes no noise and goes unnoticed even to the homeless men on the steps of the giant building. Five men jump out and start working with little hand held gadgets that seemingly disable the security system without the armed guards noticing. One man breaks into the building, going straight to the closed circuit security camera room and demobilizes the guards with a hypodermic needle full of something. He quickly puts the camera feed on a loop and radios to his teammates that all is clear. The rest of the team enters the building keeping an eye out for the patrolling guards.
They knock out the rest of the guards and enter into a large room that contains a giant Marquis Diamond about the size of a dump truck. It is surrounded by bullet-proof glass from floor to ceiling and the only entrance (for polishing the diamond of course) is through the ceiling. The team breaks out their copy of the museum's floor plan and reviews their entry plan. After a few deft movements, one of the team members emerges from the entrance in the ceiling. Using the handheld device to disable the separate security in the "Marquis Room" he rides a climbing rope down to the floor. Two other team members follow suit and the three of them work on securing a large harness around the diamond. About this time, the ceiling opens up and four ropes fall down from the hovering helicopter.
In another part of the building, a female security guard wakes up from her nap in the souvenir shop and hears the men shouting and the clanking of metal as they secure the harness. She readies her sidearm and stealthily moves into the security camera room. Being a less than apt museum employee, she is unable to switch the cameras off of the loop and when trying to call the police she finds that the phone lines have been cut. Her cell phone has no signal. Seeing the unconscious guard on the floor of the camera room, she knows she is all alone. She takes his gun and ammo, the extra ammo from the cabinet, and decides to find the perpetrators so she can report to the authorities.
As she rounds the corner to peek into the Marquis Room, the team of men are climbing up the ropes and boarding the helicopter. They will get away if she doesn't act quickly. Not knowing what she is doing or why, she makes a mad dash for the diamond and jumps into the harness. The helicopter silently carries away the diamond and its stowaway.
"What now?" She thinks to herself. Wedged between carbon and canvas, she realizes she is probably hundreds of feet in the air and all she has to protect herself when she lands is two pistols that she can't even shoot well. She peeks out over the edge and sees that they are headed towards the forest just outside of town. What has she gotten herself into? How can she alert the authorities before they kill her? The cell phone! She digs into her pocket looking for it and dials 911. "Hello? Yes, I'm a security guard for the Museum of Natural Science and I need to report that the Marquis Diamond is being stolen! We are moving South West towards -- Yes, 'we', I am stowed away in the helicopter -- Yes, I am an employee of the Museum! No, listen I need you to get the police to follow exactly where I say -- I assure you this is not a prank. Please! At least send some people to the museum to check. WELL WOULDN'T IT BE BEST IF YOU JUST CHECKED? YOU DON'T WANT THIS ON YOUR HEAD, LADY!" The operator hangs up. Unsure if anything would be done, she calls her boyfriend. "Hey honey! Not to upset you or anything, but I'm in a bit of a bind. -- Yeah, I'm OK for now, but I need you to listen for a minute." She tells him the situation and he gathers up some friends and guns and heads in the direction of the helicopter.
The chopper slows and starts to descend beside a warehouse. The security guard knows exactly where they are. She decides that as they reach the ground she will jump out and head for some nearby bushes. She sets her phone to vibrate and waits for the right moment. A few feet from the ground, she jumps and runs. She waits in the bushes and watches as the men slide down the ropes to direct the diamond onto a large wheeled platform and release it from its harness. Looking around for landmarks, she sees nothing. Texting her boyfriend, she alerts him of where they are and tells him she is safe. He texts back that he has called the police and alerted them of her whereabouts. She tries to catch a glimpse of the faces of the men. They are too far away and she must only remember their height and build. One man appears to have an Italian accent and another has a very clear tattoo of a marquis diamond on his shoulder. The other men could be anyone.
They push the giant diamond into the warehouse, close the door and two men with automatic weapons stand guard. Unable to move, the museum security guard waits patiently for the police to arrive.
Ahh, the dreaded alarm clock. I suppose the police may have arrived after some time. Or perhaps her phone might vibrate, rustling some leaves and alerting the men of something in the bushes. The world may never know.
A helicopter Flies over the museum and lands on the roof at 2am. This is a Stealth-Chopper which makes no noise and goes unnoticed even to the homeless men on the steps of the giant building. Five men jump out and start working with little hand held gadgets that seemingly disable the security system without the armed guards noticing. One man breaks into the building, going straight to the closed circuit security camera room and demobilizes the guards with a hypodermic needle full of something. He quickly puts the camera feed on a loop and radios to his teammates that all is clear. The rest of the team enters the building keeping an eye out for the patrolling guards.
They knock out the rest of the guards and enter into a large room that contains a giant Marquis Diamond about the size of a dump truck. It is surrounded by bullet-proof glass from floor to ceiling and the only entrance (for polishing the diamond of course) is through the ceiling. The team breaks out their copy of the museum's floor plan and reviews their entry plan. After a few deft movements, one of the team members emerges from the entrance in the ceiling. Using the handheld device to disable the separate security in the "Marquis Room" he rides a climbing rope down to the floor. Two other team members follow suit and the three of them work on securing a large harness around the diamond. About this time, the ceiling opens up and four ropes fall down from the hovering helicopter.
In another part of the building, a female security guard wakes up from her nap in the souvenir shop and hears the men shouting and the clanking of metal as they secure the harness. She readies her sidearm and stealthily moves into the security camera room. Being a less than apt museum employee, she is unable to switch the cameras off of the loop and when trying to call the police she finds that the phone lines have been cut. Her cell phone has no signal. Seeing the unconscious guard on the floor of the camera room, she knows she is all alone. She takes his gun and ammo, the extra ammo from the cabinet, and decides to find the perpetrators so she can report to the authorities.
As she rounds the corner to peek into the Marquis Room, the team of men are climbing up the ropes and boarding the helicopter. They will get away if she doesn't act quickly. Not knowing what she is doing or why, she makes a mad dash for the diamond and jumps into the harness. The helicopter silently carries away the diamond and its stowaway.
"What now?" She thinks to herself. Wedged between carbon and canvas, she realizes she is probably hundreds of feet in the air and all she has to protect herself when she lands is two pistols that she can't even shoot well. She peeks out over the edge and sees that they are headed towards the forest just outside of town. What has she gotten herself into? How can she alert the authorities before they kill her? The cell phone! She digs into her pocket looking for it and dials 911. "Hello? Yes, I'm a security guard for the Museum of Natural Science and I need to report that the Marquis Diamond is being stolen! We are moving South West towards -- Yes, 'we', I am stowed away in the helicopter -- Yes, I am an employee of the Museum! No, listen I need you to get the police to follow exactly where I say -- I assure you this is not a prank. Please! At least send some people to the museum to check. WELL WOULDN'T IT BE BEST IF YOU JUST CHECKED? YOU DON'T WANT THIS ON YOUR HEAD, LADY!" The operator hangs up. Unsure if anything would be done, she calls her boyfriend. "Hey honey! Not to upset you or anything, but I'm in a bit of a bind. -- Yeah, I'm OK for now, but I need you to listen for a minute." She tells him the situation and he gathers up some friends and guns and heads in the direction of the helicopter.
The chopper slows and starts to descend beside a warehouse. The security guard knows exactly where they are. She decides that as they reach the ground she will jump out and head for some nearby bushes. She sets her phone to vibrate and waits for the right moment. A few feet from the ground, she jumps and runs. She waits in the bushes and watches as the men slide down the ropes to direct the diamond onto a large wheeled platform and release it from its harness. Looking around for landmarks, she sees nothing. Texting her boyfriend, she alerts him of where they are and tells him she is safe. He texts back that he has called the police and alerted them of her whereabouts. She tries to catch a glimpse of the faces of the men. They are too far away and she must only remember their height and build. One man appears to have an Italian accent and another has a very clear tattoo of a marquis diamond on his shoulder. The other men could be anyone.
They push the giant diamond into the warehouse, close the door and two men with automatic weapons stand guard. Unable to move, the museum security guard waits patiently for the police to arrive.
Ahh, the dreaded alarm clock. I suppose the police may have arrived after some time. Or perhaps her phone might vibrate, rustling some leaves and alerting the men of something in the bushes. The world may never know.
