She had always been safe and completely discrete. For five years tracy was at her “boarding school” then she had a few weeks to go home before receiving her acceptance letter to University of Manchester in England; again it was just made up by the people she worked for, she was not really going to England. Tracy’s family thought she was an accountant. After her “boarding school” and “college”, Tracy’s family believes that she was immediately offered a job with an accounting firm. Once again, the people she worked for had taken care of everything, and they thought she would make a great fake accountant. It was the typical cover for safe crackers. Accountants deal with money and numbers, so it was easy to pretend to be an accountant. But one way or another, some underworld figure always discovered a flaw in her story. Every time her real job was compromised she was sent off to a new town, with a new name, and a new life. And a new job until her next assignment. Now she was twenty six years old and has been out of training and working in the field for four years.
It was her third day as a waitress when she got the phone call.
“It’s Arthur, Headquarters in 30.”
Tracy immediately went to the closest headquarters in her new town. She parked at the nearest bank parking lot and walked the rest of the way because that was how she was trained to get anywhere that has to do with her real job. Tracy walked in and immediately was escorted to Arthur’s office.
“I have a new assignment for you. It shouldn’t be hard, but it is more public than your previous assignments so you must be careful that you are not being followed or seen by anyone.”
“Where is it..?”
“The Pentagon.”
And with those two words, the conversation had ended. Tracy picked up her crisp new file for the assignment, carefully pressed it into the inside lining of her briefcase and headed out.
Not many people knew about the safe under the Pentagon. This made her job less dangerous than usual because no one would think to find a safe cracker at the Pentagon, but the area was very public and highly policed. Not even the police could know about her job so she had to make it past them undetected as well. Her assignment was to break in, somehow. With recent terrorist threats to Washington D.C., the FBI ensured that it was impossible for anyone to break in and steal the reserve of U.S. money.
It had all started the same way. Step one was always to find a way to the safe. Easy. The United States seemed like a very advanced nation but always used the same strategies with all federal secrets. There was always a placebo, something that was easy to spot but unidentifiable to the untrained human eye. In this case, there had been a sidewalk tile in the center of the Pentagon that was a slightly darker shade of gray than the others. That meant that either directly above it or directly below it, there was a safe. This was simply for reference between the workers. It made code names easier. The center of the Pentagon was an open field, so there was no way the safe would be anywhere but underground in case of attacks.
Now she had to find the basement. Federal banks never put the stairway or door behind a door that said “staff,” “private,” or “do not enter.” because staff liked to snoop around. As she walked around, Annie noticed a man in black pants and a gray button down shirt. He was holding a big duffle bag that looked somewhat empty. Tracy realized this could be suspicious but did not think twice about him until twenty minutes later when he was still about fifteen feet behind her. He was not following everywhere she went, but he seemed to always end up in the same room as she did. Every other time when she had to change her name and move, it was because she had accidentally dropped a hint to a neighbor or a friend of what her real job was; she never had to deal with someone actually trying to get into the safe before.
She remembered vividly her training. A large buff man in all black named Dameon had explained everything to her and the other trainees
“If you ever have a weird feeling that you are being followed, stop what you’re doing and lose the person before continuing with the plan.”
Tracy turned right, back into the building and immediately took a left. She didn’t know where she was going, but it didn’t matter. As long as she lost him, she could get back to work. “Think, think, think!!” She tried to recall everything Dameon had taught her. What had he said about how to lose someone when you’re inside a building?
“Never do what they would expect.”
But if someone already knew about the most discrete job in the world, what would they not be expecting? Maybe I’m just over reacting. Theres no way someone could figure out who she was, and get into the Pentagon without getting stopped by the police could they? Just to be safe, she took a few more turns before heading back outside.
Tracy took a lap around the center of the pentagon looking for a way to the basement. She came to a big metal door that required a security scanner to get in. She remembered all that they had given her in training: a pick lock set, a magnetic key card, a dial receptor (basically an enhanced stethoscope). She pulled out the magnetic key card and scanned the lock on the door. Just like always, the light went from red to green, and the door opened with ease. She made sure to close the door behind her just in case. It was a blank room, not white but more of a dirty gray, as though whoever was in charge of cleaning and painting, had taken the day off. Or a year off for that matter. The safe itself was build into the wall, two feet by two feet with an old fashion hand dial in the middle. She knew that safes this seem small most likely opened up to a room that was much bigger. Safes often appeared tiny on the outside so no one tried to break in. She pulled out her dial enhancer and attached it to the metal around the dial: one chord on the top, the bottom, and each side. Then she listened. Each click had the same beat. She turned the dial quietly, to her perfected rhythm, two seconds per click until she got to the number forty-two. The click was off beat, so she stopped. She did the same thing going the other way. This time it went until the number seventeen. Then back to the right, slowly, to the rhythm. She heard nothing. The third was always the faintest sound because the notch was furthest back. She started over, forty-two, seventeen then slowly and as silent as a cemetery she waited for the click that was off beat. She heard it at the number two. The safe slowly opened and she saw the shiny bars she knew she was looking for. Platinum. To the average eye, it looked the same as gold, scratched the same as gold, but weighed more and was worth twice as much as gold.
She only needed to prove she’d gotten in, so she took two bars, not all of it. Plus, Tracy wasn’t strong enough to hold all of it. Nor was able to hide it for that matter. Once she proved she’d got in the safe, her job was done. She closed the safe and turned around, proud that it was so simple. Then she saw the dark shadow in the corner.
“Who are you? I know you’re there.”
She said this every time she thought she heard or saw something, just in case it actually was someone, but was usually is not.
She never expected the shadow to move forward.
“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you.”
Her training was only in cracking safes. She knew nothing about protecting herself. She had never needed to before.
He stepped into the dim light from the bulb hanging in the middle of the room. There was just enough light to make out the shape of his body and realize that whoever this was, had on a ski mask.
“Who are you?”
“What do you want from me?”
Tracy’s clear, consistent voice turned shaky as she spoke.
“You know what I want.”
He was right. There was only one reason he would be there. But in the moment she just needed to say something to try and provoke more words from him until she knew who it was.
“Well, you can’t have it. I already locked the safe and I won’t tell you the combination.”
“You’ll tell me if your life depends on it, because it does.”
He pulled out something that looked like a small black cube. She assumed it was some kind of explosive, but maybe there was something else inside?
“How did you even get in here without a key?”
“Just open the goddamn safe, Tracy!”
“Ohka…wait. How do you know me-my……real name…”