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Three

"You've completely lost me." Tristan leaned against the van and combed his claws behind his ears. "How the heck do we get this guy if we don't go inside the building?"

Chip snickered. "Oh you; it's simple. We take the freight elevator." He pointed to a section on the screen in front of him, enlarging it so that the others could see. Adjacent to the main door there's a freight elevator that goes up six of the twelve floors. While the power will be shut off after the fire alarm goes off, there's a manual override in the coding for it. Originally it was to help those in wheelchairs get down, but nowadays you're supposed to carry them out or something."

Tristan and Martin looked at each other, not sure of how to respond. "I'm finding one rather large flaw in this plan," Martin said. He sat on the edge of the van, looking up towards the sky. "If the fire alarm is going off, won't Tripski be making an escape himself? How do we know where he's going to be?"

Chip's eyes lit up. He bolted up from his chair and wrapped his arms around the unassuming bear. "Oh darling you've hit the nail right on the head! You sure you don't want to go out sometime? Cause I know a great Mexican place down-"

"Focus." Martin tossed the chipmunk off of him, signaling with his eyes for him to go back to his chair.

"You're no fun...but you're right. This is a big mission. This guy has stolen billions of dollars from people all over the country and we need to stop him." Chip entered in a string of keys on his keyboard, pulling up a screen of notes. "These are the notes taken by our contact. When this is all going to take place, our lion friend will be in a board meeting with select members of both the IRS and the press. He's planning to make some big announcement about the future of accounting; one that's no longer going to require actual accountants. His firm is planning to partner with Universal Tech to upgrade their systems to do all the accounting work for them. It'll be able to check for every kind of financial error possible; not to mention have a built-in security system to track where you're spending your money in an effort to catch identity thieves.

"There are two major problems with his system, both of which he knows about but the others in the meeting do not. Can either of you guess what those are?"

"How the hell we supposed to-"

"First, he's probably gonna try to use the system to keep taking money from people. Second, this system is going to lay off thousands of workers." Martin looked up at Chip and smiled. "Am I close?"

"Be still my beating heart," Chip swooned. Tristan looked at his associate and scoffed. He was being made to look like a total idiot. "You're absolutely right. I'm still not sure how he plans on using the system to steal money, but you can count on the fact that he's going to do it."

"This is all fine and good," Tristan interrupted, "But how we planning on solving our issue of the fire alarm escape? He'll probably be out of the building by the time we can make it up the elevator."

"Chill out, mutt. I'm getting to it." Tristan growled, but Martin gestured for him to relax. They both knew how much Chip liked to get on the wolf's nerves, and every time it seemed to work. It was better to just relax and let the guy do his thing. He was too damn good at his job not to.

"This is where our contact comes back into play." Chip sighed. "I'm honestly not sure if I trust the guy; I've never even seen him. Mack likes the guy and says this will work, and I'm not one to argue with that weasel.

"Our contact is posing as a member of the IRS. He's been posing as one for the last couple of weeks and has been chosen by them to be one of their representatives in this meeting. He's somehow going to attach a small tracking device to Tripski before the meeting to be able to track his whereabouts after everyone starts to leave the building. He's going to run ahead of Tripski and his security team towards the exit. The evacuation route show that they'll be passing right by the freight elevator on the sixth floor that you two will be waiting in. When our contact goes past the door, he'll give you the hand signal." Chip arranged his right hand in a way to look like the word 'go', only much more disfigured that it should have. "I've never been able to get this damn symbol right. You both get the idea though. Any questions?"

"Well I'll be damned you flippy little rat. This plan actually sounds pretty cool!" Tristan glared at Chip, as if daring him to make a move against him. Chip didn't take the bait and returned to his computer screen.

"If there's no questions then let's adjourn for the night. Remember guys, as members of the Guezbicki Organization we are tasked with bringing down the scum that's infesting our city and country. We will not fail."

Tristan and Martin nodded and headed back to their car. Martin got into the driver seat and looked over at his associate. The poor wolf was exhausted. Then again, so was he. They drove back to their apartment on High Street and prepared to get some sleep. It was going to be a long week.