This Sandbox assignment was to write chapter five of another person’s novel. I decided to continue Rachel R’s Stealing Joy, since we’ve been in the same group. I sort of kind of followed her NPO. Her chapter is probably a lot better than this, but I had fun playing with her story. Hope you like it Rachel! 🙂
“Well first,” Michelangelo explained, “you’ve got to put this on.” He pulled out bag of clothes.
Lisa rolled her dark eyes. “Ugh… are you seriously complaining about my fashion again? You know, not all of us are concerned about how we look when we’re on a mission.”
“Lisa, Lisa. Michelangelo knows best. Don’t forget it. You’ll regret it. Besides, these are disguises, not fashion outfits. Though if you want some fashion advice…”
“Please don’t,” Lisa cut him off. “Not all of us can look fabulous after spending the night in a tree.”
“I know. Not all of us are so gifted.” He examined his reflection in the rear view mirror. “Or so good-looking.”
He frowned. “Hey, I thought I told you not to… wait! Turn there.”
Lisa raises her eyebrows. “In that building? You realize that’s a library only available to government officials.”
“Yes. That’s where we’re doing our research. And that’s why we need the disguises.”
“Do you have access?”
“Never doubt my abilities, Estrella.”
Lisa pulled into a nearby parking lot and they took turns changing into their disguises. Then the odd pair made their way to the library door. Michelangelo swiped a fake access card and typed in a password. When the door opened, he put his thumb on a finger print pad to get them through a second door. “There,” he said. “We’re in. And I’ve also disabled all cameras for the next thirty minutes. It should take the SWAT forty five minutes to realize something is wrong and to get here.”
Lisa’s eyes widened. “How did you do that?”
Michelangelo shrugged. “I hacked the system.”
“You hacked the federal government?”
Lisa shook her head. “That’s very illegal, but I’ll ignore that for now.”
Michelangelo smiled. It was nice to impress Lisa for once, even if she pretended like it was nothing. “Now, over here.” He pulled Lisa over to a data computer and they searched for information about Senator Grimled and who might have captured him.
“Lisa, I think I might have found something,” Michelangelo said, pointing to the screen. But before she could respond, they heard the sound of heavy footsteps charging through the door.
Lisa threw him an accusing look. “I thought you said they wouldn’t come for at least forty five minutes!”
He shrugged. “Sorry?”
A SWAT man knocked down the door and came into the room. Lisa sighed and took him down with a stun gun. “Come on,” she ordered, pulling Michelangelo behind her.
As they walked over to a window, they heard several people coming up the stairs. “Okay,” Lisa said, opening the window. “We’re going to have to jump to that tree. Think you can do it?”
“No!” Michelangelo shouted terrified.
“Okay then. You’ll have to trust me.”
Just then, a SWAT officer marched into the room, shooting in their direction. “Lisa!” Michelangelo shouted, pulling her out of the way just in time.
Her eyes widened. “You just…”
“Yes. Now what was that plan you were talking about?”
Lisa snapped out of her shock, stunned the second officer, and then jumped into the tree. After securing her position, she dropped a rope to Michelangelo. “Grab on!” she called.
Although it made Michelangelo nervous, he held on to the rope as tightly as he could while Lisa hauled him up. Once in the tree, he pushed a few buttons on a hand-held device. “There. That should mess things up in there some.”
“Good. This way.” Lisa nimbly climbed out of the tree while Michelangelo stumbled along until they reached the car. As soon as they got in, she took off.
“Well, that went differently than planned,” he muttered.
“You saved me from getting shot back there,” Lisa said, keeping her eyes on the road.
“Well… it was probably just a stun gun.”
“I know. But still. Thanks.”
Michelangelo grinned. “Do my ears deceive me or did Lisa Estrella Sanchez just say thank you. Seriously, I didn’t think that was in your vocabulary.”
“Don’t push it.”
Michelangelo cleared his throat. “Well, I suppose I should thank you, too. For, you know, getting me out of there.”
“It wasn’t much,” she said, but a small smile tugged on the corner of her mouth.
“Lisa?” Michelangelo asked after a long moment of silence.
“Look, I know you don’t like me but… if we’re going to work together, do you think we can at least try to be friends?”
She let out a sigh and made sure she paused for a long moment before answering. “Yes. I suppose we could try.”
Michelangelo smiled but didn’t speak. Talking annoyed Lisa, which he usually enjoyed, but right now he didn’t want to ruin anything. So it was Lisa who spoke first.
“By the way, what information did you find before the SWAT came?”