12-04-2019, 03:19 PM
Two work vans, advertising janitorial services, pulled up to the Service Entrance of the television studios where LiveFire was being aired, and other shows with studio audiences were being taped at the same time. Through the window inside, a guard saw the vans and checked the schedule on his clipboard. Janitorial wasn't supposed to arrive for another two hours.
One never knows where that mistake, that moment of carelessness that brings about the end of one's life, might be made. When one might be standing on a chair to change a light bulb and fall and break one's neck, answer the door while cooking and get into a conversation and forget that you left the open cooking oil bottle too close to the stove and return in time for it to blow up in your face, drop something in the car and bend to pick it up and not see that the vehicle ahead has stopped. The security guard made his when he decided not to call it in. A fatal vocational error caused him to not be suspicious. Arriving up to an hour beforehand to unload their equipment had happened before, but two must be some kind of misunderstanding. They still had time to go get dinner and come back before they had to be there. He'd just go politely let them know, and maybe they'd pick him up something from wherever they decide to go. He walked out, toward the driver's side door that was now opening.
"Hey," he told the man stepping out of the driver's seat as the rear doors opened as well. "You Guys're way early. If you want..."
He didn't complete the sentence before the man pulled out a suppressed pistol and put two rounds through the guard's head. One of the men that came out of the back of the truck dragged his body in-between the two vehicles and started searching the corpse for his keycard. Another stepped toward the door that the guard had been walking out of and was now automatically shutting and dropped a crowbar in the door's path to keep it from closing. He stepped in, making sure the door was still blocked open, and secured the guard's station. From there, he was able to watch the cameras and press the button that opened the steel garage doors that the vans had parked in front of.
More people emerged from the vans, pushing cleaning carts full of chemicals and other things. The man in the guard's station let them in and turned on his radio as he watched the cameras.
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One never knows where that mistake, that moment of carelessness that brings about the end of one's life, might be made. When one might be standing on a chair to change a light bulb and fall and break one's neck, answer the door while cooking and get into a conversation and forget that you left the open cooking oil bottle too close to the stove and return in time for it to blow up in your face, drop something in the car and bend to pick it up and not see that the vehicle ahead has stopped. The security guard made his when he decided not to call it in. A fatal vocational error caused him to not be suspicious. Arriving up to an hour beforehand to unload their equipment had happened before, but two must be some kind of misunderstanding. They still had time to go get dinner and come back before they had to be there. He'd just go politely let them know, and maybe they'd pick him up something from wherever they decide to go. He walked out, toward the driver's side door that was now opening.
"Hey," he told the man stepping out of the driver's seat as the rear doors opened as well. "You Guys're way early. If you want..."
He didn't complete the sentence before the man pulled out a suppressed pistol and put two rounds through the guard's head. One of the men that came out of the back of the truck dragged his body in-between the two vehicles and started searching the corpse for his keycard. Another stepped toward the door that the guard had been walking out of and was now automatically shutting and dropped a crowbar in the door's path to keep it from closing. He stepped in, making sure the door was still blocked open, and secured the guard's station. From there, he was able to watch the cameras and press the button that opened the steel garage doors that the vans had parked in front of.
More people emerged from the vans, pushing cleaning carts full of chemicals and other things. The man in the guard's station let them in and turned on his radio as he watched the cameras.
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