After bypassing the security camera sitting in various areas outside slipping into the alley way Dimitri slowly climbed his way up the fire escape leading to the roof. There was a door on the roof, which obviously would take him inside, and from there it was all smooth sailing. He exchanged words with the people he was working with, barking orders and getting everyone in position. At the sound of their confident leaderâ€™s voice they all seemed pumped up and ready for action and rather than impatient they were a bit calmer. There was order amongst them instead of people wanting to rush in like rampaging bulls, the risk of someone fucking up diminished a bit. It was needless to say that he was having high hopes for this little heist succeeding he knew he was not perfect. There was no doubt that something might go wrong somewhere no matter how perfect everything might seem now.<br/><br/>Either way, even if he did fail, his name would be known all around the city. His message would get across to those who were oppressed and everything would be a win-win for him in the end. Or so he hoped anyway considering that these people were clever in their ways of making sure that the people stayed under their control. Those who ran the show would not have their little empire be destroyed so easily, as he learned from a few failed missions in the past.<br/><br/>Someone he had working on the inside let him in through the door on the roof and after that he met up with a few of his allies to discuss a few more things. He expected everything to be exactly five minutes, again, not a minute more. Pulling out the blueprints he then began to mark off key locations among other things that would help them out during this heist. It was glorious. Intense eyes were upon him; they all had eager looks on their faces. Pumping them up with enthusiasm before they got started was actually quite easy. For a bunch if people he plucked off the street they were looking very promising. Most of them were ex-military from what her understood which only showed him that they were competent and that perhaps there would be little problem getting things done. He was ready, they were definitely ready, and this was going to be fun.<br/><br/>â€œDimitri, we have a problem.â€ Someone called out to him in a whisper over his earpiece. This was not something he wanted to hear, a frown tugged at the corners of his lips and a displeased look crossed his expression. â€œThe security room is a lot more heavily guarded than I had thought. How shall I proceed?â€<br/><br/>â€œThere isnâ€™t any time to change tactics; we have to proceed no matter whatâ€¦ do not let some guards stand in your way.â€<br/><br/>â€œDid they up their security?â€ Someone else asked. â€œMaybe someone tipped them off about our little break in?â€<br/><br/>That was something Dimitri did not want to hear and it made him pretty fucking livid to say the least. A vicious snarl replaced the earlier frown, wondering who could have tipped these people off since everything had been kept quiet. Had someone spotted him in the parking garage, or did someone he had on the inside chicken out and squeal? No matter, it just made things more interesting. He was not deterred but his group seemed to be losing a bit of spirit, which was expected since they were not really criminals. Some of them were a lot more nervous than others, making him wonder if they were even willing to use the guns they held, he would have to make sure to address this before it escalated. However he knew he had to calm his own anger before doing so that way he wouldnâ€™t seem like he was losing his composure outside of being displeased.<br/><br/>â€œSo they know weâ€™re here. That doesnâ€™t mean they know when weâ€™ll strike, so I say letâ€™s give them a bigger show. Theyâ€™re waiting for us to make our move and will we ever quench their anticipation!â€ That seemed to work in boosting morale much to his relief. It was so easy to manipulate these people it was almost pathetic, but thatâ€™s what you get from an oppressive way of life he supposed. No wonder why the rich were always using the poor to their advantage.<br/><br/>Once the power was cut, the signal to start, he set the timer on his stopwatch for five minutes and gave the order to move out.