Logan quickly perused the files in the darkness of the musty office, the mini-LED flashlight hanging from his mouth. Satisfied that he had found what he was looking for, he tucked the file hurriedly in his waistband and proceeded for the office door. The warehouse was still dark and eerily silent. A good sign. He carefully closed the office door with a light click that sounded like thunder in his ears. Still convinced that he was alone, he turned off the flashlight and crept cautiously over to the side door picking his way carefully through the blackness.
A roof entrance was awesome, he thought to himself as he reached the door, but now he needed a quick escape. It didn’t matter if he set off an alarm now because he would be gone before anyone could figure out what happened. He smiled, rather pleased with himself at how easy this had been as he turned the deadbolt to unlock the door. He proceeded to turn the grimy handle just as the warehouse lights came on in full brightness.
Logan froze in his tracks, hung his head and breathed a sigh. “Fuck!” He rolled his eyes as he swore under his breath. “I knew this was too easy.” He turned his head as he slowly righted himself to face two security guards. They stared at him for a moment trying to weigh the situation, as did he. Neither of them looked like they had called for backup yet so Logan tried to think fast. Maybe he could talk his way out of this.
Logan flashed a smile at the guards.
“Um….maintenance”, he said sheepishly in an effort to buy time as he raised his hands in surrender. “I got a call, the lock was…”
“Fuck you asshole!”, the taller of the two guards at about Logan’s height yelled out, cutting him off. “We know you’re not maintanance you fucking thief. Why don’t you just shut the fuck up, put your hands on your fucking head, and get on the goddamn ground!” He took a couple of plaintive steps forward brandishing handcuffs to show he meant business. “Hauser”, he called out over his shoulder to his shorter counterpart, “Call this in quick, before this fucknut tries something, and keep him covered.”
“Okay, okay, holy shit!” Logan exclaimed as he slowly put his hands on his head. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Careful Owens”, Hauser called after him.
“I got this Hauser”, he said as he pulled the nightstick off of the clip on his belt. He gestured at Logan. “You wanna talk about my mother scumbag, fuck you!” He raised the club and brought the full weight of it down across the back of his knees. Logan winced at the pain, falling to his knees, but he managed to accomplish his true goal, bringing them in close enough to know for certain that they had no firearms.
Logan was a lot of things, but he wasn’t one to hurt (at least not permanently) or kill innocent people. These guards were just doing their job, what their skills and training, or lack thereof taught them, but he still couldn’t go to jail. Now that he felt the situation was fully assessed, he could proceed to escape.
“Ok, Owens, it’s called in. Backup is on the way. ETA is ten minutes”.
He had to act fast.
“You hear that asshole?” Owens whispered in Logan’s ear as he proceeded to cuff his hands behind his back. “You’re totally fucked. I wonder how long a pretty boy like you will last in The Hoag? Every night getting fucked in the…”, he paused as his hand brushed across Logan’s back. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”, he mused as he pulled the file from Logan’s waistband. “At least we now know what you stole and have the evidence, you piece of shit.”
Logan hung his head and let out a resigned sigh. Why did thing always have to get more complicated when they were going so well?
