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fandomhigh2012-12-01 12:36 am
thefearwasreal) wrote in fandomhigh2012-12-01 12:36 am
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Art of the Heist, Friday, 3rd Period
If Oz's students had been paying any attention to the radio, it probably wouldn't have come as any great shock that there was a skinny looking kid with floppy hair and an oversized trenchcoat waiting for them today. That the class was being held in a secluded part of the preserve instead of the Danger Shop might have though. Or maybe not, considering this was Oz, they were talking about.
As it was the secluded part of the preserve in question was a large clearing, with a trench dug along one edge, and everything within the clearing, well, cleared. Oz stood off to one side, next to a tarp covered stack, and reading a novel.
"Good, I see you got my e-mail." Someone had spent the last few days discovering the internet and looking over lesson notes. Of course, that same someone was also unaware that the class was at least hypothetically about not actually committing the planned heist. "Now I've been going over your plans for the whole job thing, and they're pretty good for a first effort, but you haven't really taken into account how to get the vault open, but don't worry I know exactly how to take care of that." Which would be their cue to start worrying.
Because why, yes, that was a modest stack of explosives which Oz had just pulled a tarp off of.
"Now personally I'm a fan of plastic explosives, they're pretty stable and inert as things go, but they can be hard to get hold of." Yet there some were. Just over there. "If you want easy to get, a fertiliser base is much more your style. At the same time, different explosives have different yields, so the only real way to figure out the right bang for our buck is by testing them, which is why we're out here, because you know people could get hurt if we did this back at the school." And that would be bad.
"So, you know, lets just put on our safety goggles." They all had their safety goggles, right? "Hop in the trench, and test these babies."
As it was the secluded part of the preserve in question was a large clearing, with a trench dug along one edge, and everything within the clearing, well, cleared. Oz stood off to one side, next to a tarp covered stack, and reading a novel.
"Good, I see you got my e-mail." Someone had spent the last few days discovering the internet and looking over lesson notes. Of course, that same someone was also unaware that the class was at least hypothetically about not actually committing the planned heist. "Now I've been going over your plans for the whole job thing, and they're pretty good for a first effort, but you haven't really taken into account how to get the vault open, but don't worry I know exactly how to take care of that." Which would be their cue to start worrying.
Because why, yes, that was a modest stack of explosives which Oz had just pulled a tarp off of.
"Now personally I'm a fan of plastic explosives, they're pretty stable and inert as things go, but they can be hard to get hold of." Yet there some were. Just over there. "If you want easy to get, a fertiliser base is much more your style. At the same time, different explosives have different yields, so the only real way to figure out the right bang for our buck is by testing them, which is why we're out here, because you know people could get hurt if we did this back at the school." And that would be bad.
"So, you know, lets just put on our safety goggles." They all had their safety goggles, right? "Hop in the trench, and test these babies."