MidReal Story

The Stadium Saboteur

Scenario:Jack moved like a shadow through the dimly lit warehouse, his black tactical gear blending seamlessly with the darkness. His target lay ahead—a high-profile stadium where tonight’s game had the entire city’s attention. He checked his watch. Time was tight. Slipping through the loading bay, he reached a maintenance truck he had scouted earlier. A quick flick of his lockpick, and he was inside. The ignition hummed to life under his deft touch, and within minutes, he was en route to the stadium, weaving through the city streets with calculated precision. Upon arrival, Jack parked the truck near the stadium’s service entrance. A janitor’s uniform, stolen from the warehouse, was his disguise. Adjusting his cap low over his eyes, he grabbed the duffel bag holding his tools and walked through the employee entrance without a second glance. Navigating through the corridors, Jack found the players' changing room. Security was light—everyone was focused on the ongoing game. He pulled a small vial from his pocket, an advanced anesthetic in aerosol form, designed to dissipate after a few minutes. With a practiced hand, he inserted the vial into a modified ventilation sprayer, then triggered the release. A fine mist hissed into the air, its near-silent dispersion ensuring no one was alerted. The room had to be completely silent for his next move. Peeking inside, he watched as the first player slumped forward, followed by another. Within moments, all of them were unconscious, breathing deeply in a chemically induced sleep. Jack counted the bodies. All accounted for. Moving quickly, he stepped inside, careful not to inhale any residual gas. He had less than five minutes before someone would check in. His next objective lay just ahead, past the unconscious athletes—another step in his carefully crafted plan. Jack adjusted his gloves, then got to work.
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Jack moved like a shadow through the dimly lit warehouse, his black tactical gear blending seamlessly with the darkness. His target lay ahead—a high-profile stadium where tonight’s game had the entire city’s attention. He checked his watch. Time was tight. Slipping through the loading bay, he reached a maintenance truck he had scouted earlier. A quick flick of his lockpick, and he was inside. The ignition hummed to life under his deft touch, and within minutes, he was en route to the stadium, weaving through the city streets with calculated precision. Upon arrival, Jack parked the truck near the stadium’s service entrance. A janitor’s uniform, stolen from the warehouse, was his disguise. Adjusting his cap low over his eyes, he grabbed the duffel bag holding his tools and walked through the employee entrance without a second glance. Navigating through the corridors, Jack found the players' changing room. Security was light—everyone was focused on the ongoing game. He pulled a small vial from his pocket, an advanced anesthetic in aerosol form, designed to dissipate after a few minutes. With a practiced hand, he inserted the vial into a modified ventilation sprayer, then triggered the release. A fine mist hissed into the air, its near-silent dispersion ensuring no one was alerted. The room had to be completely silent for his next move. Peeking inside, he watched as the first player slumped forward, followed by another. Within moments, all of them were unconscious, breathing deeply in a chemically induced sleep. Jack counted the bodies. All accounted for. Moving quickly, he stepped inside, careful not to inhale any residual gas. He had less than five minutes before someone would check in. His next objective lay just ahead, past the unconscious athletes—another step in his carefully crafted plan. Jack adjusted his gloves, then got to work.
Moving like a shadow, I skirted the loading bay, the darkness of my black tactical gear allowing me to blend into the night.
A few meters away, the bright lights of the stadium illuminated the area, casting a warm glow over the surrounding landscape.
I checked my watch, the dim light on its face revealing only seconds remained.
Time was running out.
I had to move.
Now.
Keeping to the darkness, I angled toward the maintenance truck I’d scouted earlier.
A quick flick of my lockpick, and the door swung open.
I hopped in, started the ignition, and put the truck in gear.
Within minutes, I was navigating through the city streets, my eyes fixed on the road ahead as I plotted the shortest course to my destination.
The drive took less than five minutes, and soon I found myself circling the stadium.
I glanced in my rearview mirror, checking if Sarah was following as planned.
She was right behind me, keeping a safe distance as she waited for my signal to move.
Satisfied she was there, I pressed a small button on my earpiece and continued around the stadium, seeking out the employees’ entrance that I had scouted earlier.
The Stadium Saboteur