A short while later, they found themselves outside the backstage door of the Monarch Theater. “Only one guard,” Cecile laughed. “I’ll get her attention,” Irina volunteered.
Sabine and Ampleur went around the block to get in place behind a brick partition near the stage door, as Captain Austria sauntered up to the lone guard.
“Can I help you, madame?” the guard said, hands on her hips. “Is this the door to the theater?” Irina responded, eliciting a cautious confusion from the police woman. But before she had time to answer, Cecile appeared from behind the wall, dart gun in hand. With a poof of air, the dart left the gun and found purchase in the police woman’s left glute. “Have a nice nap,” Sabine laughed.
The three women dragged the officer to a nearby alley, where they stripped her of her uniform and tied her up. A few minutes later, Irina asked, “How do I look?” “The pants are a bit baggy, but otherwise it’s a good fit,” Sabine responded. “For such a banal uniform,” Cecile added, “no fashion sense at all.”
“Well” said Irina, “at least her taste in underwear was interesting.” “Let’s get her in the dumpster.” The three women tossed the unconscious police woman into the nearby dumpster. “Oh, that reeks. I wouldn’t want to be her when she wakes up,” Sabine mused.
“Well, we have the keys,” said Irina, dangling the guard’s ring.“Let’s go.”
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