Government Takedown

In the mountainside was a town called Alsistin. In that town was a coffeehouse frequented by many locals and tourists at various hours of the day. Kate and Carlos loved the coffeehouse but rarely got the chance to visit. When they were able to, they always made a point to get extra coffee for home. Kate was currently standing in line, order prepared. Carlos was sitting down at a nearby table, laying out the blueprints and notebooks on the table. She smiled at him but he was too caught up in his task to notice. She shook her head endearingly and moved forward in the line. She was standing behind another woman who was wearing a red knitted scarf and holding on to her purse for dear life. She never knew what to expect with the people in this town. Slowly, she shuffled toward the register. Five agonizing minutes later, she had placed her order. She moved over to the side to wait for her drinks. When they finally arrived, she carefully took them over to their table and sat down, ready to discuss the plans. Carlos passed her a notebook and she read the tasks that she had been assigned.

Enter through the main door.

Locate nearest fire alarm.

Distract the security guard.

Wait until the phone call.

Pull the fire alarm.

Run.

"Seems like the plan's all set. When's it gonna take place?"

"Tomorrow. Noon."

"Alright, then. You have all the tools you need for the heist?"

He stared at her blankly."What makes you think I don't?"

"I didn't say that. I just wanted to know if you were ready."

"I am always ready."

"Then we're ready."

He looked back at his blueprints sharply. They drank their coffee as Carlos traced his route in red Sharpie. When Carlos had finished, they sat for a while admiring the landscape and worrying about the future that they would create. Too soon, they packed up their stuff and walked out, putting the plans in the trunk of their light blue Volkswagen. They sat in the car and turned on the radio. It was already set to the only station that would play where they were; some news channel about classical music where the hosts spoke in soft voices so as to not startle the child sleeping in the adjacent recording booth.

Carlos drove the car to the house where they were staying. It was very modern, featuring wood paneling, clean, uncluttered designs, and a variety of marble. 

They dropped their bags off at the entrance and prepared to go to bed. They woke up to the alarm blaring and the sun barely rising over the mountain peaks. They dressed methodically and grabbed their bags on the way to the car. 

Carlos started up the engine and drove to their destination: GCC. The Government Control Center. It was the office buildings for all the government employees who handled the "placement" of the country's youth. All youth in the country had to be taken from birth and go through training, assessment, and processing. Very few people knew where the youth actually went because when you were there, it seemed like anywhere else. It was what both she and Carlos had had to go through. That was where they had met. She had recognized Carlos' genius for what it was, and through the night, they formed a pact to take down the government.

When they arrived, they took to their roles. Kate flirted with the guard, a man who had probably never seen a woman besides his mother. When he was falling for her charms, she stabbed him in the neck with a syringe filled with a tranquilizer that would knock him out for a good hour. While she waited for her phone to ring, she went through the security cameras and replaced the last ten hours of footage with a repeating loop of no activity. Soon after, her phone rang. She dashed over to the fire alarm and pulled the lever. Then she ran back outside and hopped into the car. Carlos was right behind her. He pulled the car out of park and drove off smoothly. They were in and out in ten minutes.

An hour later, they were in the airport, faces changed and heading to Bethelinca where they would meet their son Matthew for the first time in eighteen long years.

A/N: So, this is my first story, let me know what you think. Constructive Criticism would be really helpful, and if you want to see more of this or different stuff, let me know in the comments. Hope you enjoyed it!