TURKISH DELIGHT Barry Faulkner (i love reading txt) 📖

to make out who was in the gatehouse; I could only see one uniformed guard, and he was reading a book.

I crossed to the farthest point from the light and quickly moved through it back into the darkness of the street past the gates. I followed the high security chain-link fence around the compound; judging by the razor wire threaded along the top of it they really didn’t want any visitors. I must have walked a hundred metres before the compound ended and butted against the next warehouse unit; a large For Sale or Rent sign on the front gave me hope that this might be a way in. No towering chain-link fence and razor wire fronted this unit, just a six foot breeze block wall. I was over that in seconds and stood in the gloom, getting my bearings. The block wall separated the unit from Rambart’s unit, and a twisting curl of razor wire had been strung along the top of it; I needed a cover to throw over it. A tarpaulin spread over a heap of builder’s sand dumped by the wall was ideal; I cut it into a four foot wide strip and folded it three times – razor wire is what it says on the tin: razor sharp.

Standing on the rest of the tarpaulin on top of the sand pile I threw the strip over the razor wire and eased myself up, crawling over and dropping down into Rambart’s compound. I crouched and waited for alarms connected to movement sensors to wail, or the snarling barks or loose guard dogs coming at me, their open jaws salivating with expectation. Neither. I gave Gold a call.

‘I’m in.’

‘Good, all quiet at the front.’

I moved silently across the concrete to the building, a modern all metal prefabricated type; no windows as far as I could see, probably two storeys high stretching above me. Keeping close and moving to the nearest corner, I peeped round – same again: concrete road, no floodlights, no windows. Eureka! halfway along, a door. The handle was the type that had a Yale lock embedded in it. Tough to crack, say the adverts – so tough it took me all of twenty seconds before the audible click of the hammers aligning told me my picks had worked. Trouble was that this door was bound to be alarmed; open it and lights would flash on the gatehouse monitor board. At least that’s what I hoped – I certainly didn’t want any loud alarm going off screaming into the night. Fifty-fifty chance, but having got this far I was going to take the chance.

‘Gold.’

‘Yes?’

‘I’m going in a door, but it’s bound to be alarmed – I’m banking on it triggering something in the gatehouse. Can you create a diversion? I could only see one bloke in there, I need to get him out for a couple of minutes.’

‘Will do, I’ll give you a call when it’s clear.’

I knelt down by the door and waited. I reckoned that if all Hell broke loose I could be back to the wall and over it in about twenty seconds. I waited for Gold.

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Getting out of her car Gold removed her coat and pulled on a beret covering her hair. She walked towards the gates, giving a few staggers on the way; Gold was making like a young lady who had slightly too much drink inside her. She wobbled to the gates and shook them. The guard looked up from his book and waved her to go away. She shook the gates more and blew him kisses. He didn’t move, just waved his hand for her to go and shook his head in despair at the young of today – drink and drugs, this girl’s parents should be ashamed.

Gold was a bit worried. When she’d tried this trick before, a young lady slightly drunk had always brought more attention than this guard was giving. Plan B then, that always worked.

She reached under her jumper and released her bra, then pulling it out waved it at the guard. Now she had his attention, oh yes – and when she raised her jumper and flashed a firm pair of breasts, his eyes nearly left their sockets.

But the bastard wouldn’t leave his chair, let alone the gatehouse!

Gold moved up against the gates and pressed her chest against one so that her breasts poked through either side of a metal bar. Christ it was cold, but things were heating up in the gatehouse; the guard had stood up and was on his way out of the door.

‘All clear, go.’

She knew she had to keep that guard out of that gatehouse until Nevis had killed the alarm switch. It was now a game of cat and mouse with the guard to keep him at the gate until Nevis said: ‘Clear.’

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I got the all clear, go from Gold.

I turned the door handle and pushed the door slowly open and slipped inside. No screaming alarms, so it was a silent one to the gatehouse security board; it could also go straight through to the police, but I didn’t think Nicholas Rambart would want them on the premises so probably not. The warehouse inside was dimly lit, but I didn’t give it much attention as I had to get this door alarm knocked out. Just as I thought, it had a standard keypad on the wall next to it –  the lights would be flashing in the gatehouse by now. I took out my mobile and pressed on the Apps list, and then the one I’d named FP – finger print. I took a close-up picture of the keypad and hit go; almost instantaneously four numbers flashed onto the screen. These were the four numbers with the most patination on the keyboard – patination being the microparticles of dust and dirt clinging to the fingerprint oil