So there we were. 35 stories up alarms going, and Lewis says “Come on boys this is the big one.”
My eyes race to the lift door, its only a matter of time before the place is swarming with boots, Chris’ lips curl into a cool smile, and we make our move.
That is amazingly not much of an exaggeration of something that will not be TERRIBLY be embellished in this post. And previous events will be referred to in future posts… so we’ll finish off the whole TGIF story and other such nonsense in due course.
The Chase Tower. The highlight of Oklahoma City. The main base of the Chase Bank, a 35 story facility boasting a substantial internal security force, four points of entry on the ground floor.
The three man team consisted of:
Myself – Surveillance/Tactical Operative
Lewis – Intelligence and Covert Ops
Chris – Comms and Insertion
Objective was simple, commit a recce of the top of the Chase Building in Oklahoma, assess the position and acquire photographic intelligence on the disposition and layout of the… [insert poorly constructed plot device here.]
We formed up outside the building and moved in, concealed as England supporters. Initial access was gained through the deli near Entrance 2, and we made our way towards the first set of lifts. We entered, checked for cameras and ascended to level 14.
We moved out cautiously, making our way towards the second set of lifts going straight to floor 35. Chris moved first making sure there were no hostiles opposing us. I followed in the rear protecting the Recording Device, whilst in the middle Lewis muttered constant assessments of the situation. It looked good. Seemed we had a three minute window.
Entering the next set of lifts we rose to floor 35, we stepped out to find that the entire area was different from intelligence. A gentleman’s lounge seemed to dominate the floor. Lewis grabbed me showing me a file similar to this video:
The team before us had been ambushed here… well in a similar manner to this. They had been well armed, trained and motivated.
Two unsuspecting men stepped into the lift and began to descend.
Damn.
Realising time was of the essence, seconds later an alarm began to ring, we looked at each other, “Lets go!” Lewis said, grabbing Chris and me forward. Chris had devised the entrance and exit strategy – we had to do something…
As Chris raced forward after Lewis I moved quickly, assembling the Recording Device. Just as I did this I hit the lift button, hoping that we wouldn’t have to Base jump to safety.
For those not familiar with Base Jumping – its not for the faint hearted:
We recorded what we needed and decided to split, we dived into the lift and started descending. Knowing full well that most likely some large unappealing chaps were readying a move to apprehend us. The lift descended rapidly, allowing us to pack our gear up and prepare to fight through any opposition.
We got out of Lift 2 to no opposition and rapidly made our way towards Lift 1. Chris glanced back and told us “We’ve got thirteen seconds before they find out the ruse…”
We hit the button and prepared to do whatever was necessary to get out of there. The lift arrived. Raced to the bottom and we walked calmly onto the street and onto a bus.
Motto of this (slightly) embellished story?
Live Fast. Die Awesome.
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