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Infiltration Forums > Journal Index > Boringly Titled by MindHacker > DCMU 1(Viewed 1519 times)
DCMU 1
entry by MindHacker 
2/24/2010 5:45 AM

We started the morning by infiltrating free breakfast.

WOOOOO!

Then we went a place that shall not be named, where we were going to climb some very large, abandoned sat dishes. Highlights on the way include fatlouie pointing out every abandoned building, most of the car tracking every climbable crane, tower, bridge, etc, a van filled with people snapping pics of a crashed police car, and almost bottoming out on a back road with bump written across it.

So we pull up to the location, planning to park the car 50yards down on the side of the road and hike in. Everyone pees as we check to make sure no one is, well, anywhere nearby. In the mean while, the lock on the gate looks pickable, so I give it a go. I pick it in 20? 30? seconds, impressing everyone (including myself, lets be honest).

After we pull through, FL is locking the gate behind us and motions for us to pull well forward to be less visible from the road. I do so, continuing to check up and down the main road, which is still thankfully empty. That's when I see headlights. That aren't on the main road. Slamming (gently slamming, since, you know, it's a minivan) the car into reverse, we back up to the gate, trying to get FL to open it, omfg.

A small, ugly, beige chevy pulls up in front of us, forcing us to stop since the gate is effectively pinned shut by the van, and the van is pinned by the aforementioned ugly car.

A large, slightly short, camo-wearing, angry, and bearded man walks up to us, asking where we got a key. Bizarrely, FL is standing at the gate with both of the locals wide open in his hands. (If anyone surreptitiously snagged a pic of him, let me know. I'd love you.) A few bold-faced lies "It was unlocked" "Our GPS told us the state park (We passed one 5 minutes ago, it was worth a shot) was here" and distracting questions "Where is the park? which way? Really? Thank you so much!" do little to allay his suspicion, but allow us to GTFO before he can actually get the plates like he claims to have done. FL backed me up while the team stayed cool, doing exactly what they should have.

We spend 30minutes driving a loop to a possible alternate access point: No such luck. After talking to neighbors "We're hiking! And Canadian! We've never seen so much water!" and inspecting the shoreline, we decide to go for a strategic insertion. 3 hours+ is too much to give up easily on, plus we're feeling pretty good. Pulling a half-mile past the original POE, I stop while everyone bails at speed and runs into the woods, vanishing almost immediately. I almost asked for phone numbers, but I figured we wouldn't need them and it'd be better to get out of visible range right away. I continue another mile down the road before parking, aiming to join them. I no sooner pull off the road than who should drive down the road but.... Senor Ugly Beige Chevy.

He stares, and then floors it, heading towards the gate. I do a u-turn and sure enough, he's locking the gate after checking it. I book it back down the road, see him trying to follow, and duck into a neighborhood after getting around a bend. He flies past, and I just chill for 10 minutes before heading the other way, and doing another drive-by on my way to an alternate parking location. This is where things go south. Mr. UBC had returned to the gate again, and begins pursuit again. This time I figure I have no chance of doing getting in anyways, and slowly drive out of town until he gives up, 10miles out. I'm pretty sure he just wanted my plates, and now he has them.

I pull into a church and start trying to figure out how to get in contact with the team. I called a handful of friends, got the regional employer for our only mutual acquaintance, and started trying to find the branch he managed. After 25minutes of phone tag, my trunk starts ringing. The inside team was playing the same game, and finally realized FL had left his phone in his coat, in my car! Fantastic! Less fantastic is the fact that just as I was spotted at my worst possible moment - half out of the car - they were spotted at their worst possible moment: Half over the fence. Senor UBC had checked on the gate after seeing the car parked on the side of the road. Apparently they were all sired by superman however, as they launched out of the compound and took off running.

I kill another twenty minutes before getting the call that they are in position. And then, right before turning onto the road for the pickup (which, for the record, is empty, has no side-roads for a few miles, and provides no good excuses to be on) I get a text. Cops.

Well, that settles that. I went back to my now-favorite neighborhood, pull off the road, and pretend to chat on my phone. After convincing a few well-meaning locals that I'm fine. I decide it's time to skedaddle before it becomes obvious that my friend that I'm waiting for is of the imaginary genus. Finally, in a break of good timing, the phone rings. They are ready for pickup. I convince them to cross over to the side of the road that I'm on, and have them radio me in. "Yeah, we see you, keep coming. The next guardrail. Hi!"

They streamed out of the woods, into the van, and we guessed at a speed limit and followed it out of town.


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