Starting at the source was always Z's style, so he decided to get right at the heart of the matter and head to the Golden Eagle's lair on the East Beltline.
Despite their grandiose entranceway and clocktower that looked eerily similar to one on another college campus in the Grand Rapids area, the Golden Eagle compound was particularly difficult to infiltrate. Robertz jammed the accelerator and the Jeep roared passed the inviting entrance and around the corner.
The compound was just in sight up the street when Z parked the car. He casually walked up the street and the skirted along the chain link fence, waiting for the opportune moment. Finally in the split second that spotlights were not illuminating the ground on the other side of the fence, Z deftly jumped up, grabbed the top of the fence and nimbly navigated himself over the barbed wire.
As soon as his feet touched the ground he was sprinting toward the nearest building, his finely toned legs pumping evenly with tiring. He flattened himself against the wall of the building. The entire maneuver had taken less than 10 seconds.
Not even breathing hard, Z slid along the wall to the nearest door and quickly picked the lock, wondering with a grin when the GE's were going to get a better security system. He slowly swung the door open and pointed the Desert Eagle into the darkness inside.
Stepping through the door, suddenly he felt the unmistakeable sensation of cold steel on the back of his neck.
"Guten abend, Herr Robertz," a voice said from behind him.
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