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Even on the
brink of midnight the big pink and green plantation looks gaudy, I’d hate to
see it during the day. I chose this location because it’s a museum, I walked
past it on my way to Dulac and vaguely remembered people walking around the
grounds, shopping and playing games. I thought Destiny would like the idea of
robbing a plantation, especially one that’s so gaudy.
“Are we
robbing am 1800s gay bar? What is this tacky place,” Isaac asks through
laughter.
“It’s a museum
that used to be plantation.”
“Did they
let the gays own plantations?”
“C’mon,
take this seriously.”
“Fine,
fine, give me a second,” Isaac takes a few deep breaths, “Alright, what’s the
plan here?”
“Help me
find something to access the alarm through. There should be a box, usually near
a fuse box or something. It’ll stand out. After that, we’re going to take
anything worth money.”
I hate
plantations, I think I hate The South in general. So much of it always feels
haunted, almost as if it has the highest number of ghosts per capita. I’ve
never seen a ghost but at this point, I’m willing to bet they’re out there. I’ve
seen vampires and lycans of multiple varieties, a thieves guild, little magic
bubble worlds, and now I’m living with some vampires who claim to be former
slaves. Destiny left contacts in her diary, I’m sure there’s some ghost hunters
in there.
“Hey, I didn’t
find a box for an alarm, but if this is a museum, I’m sure they’ve got one,”
Isaac says as we pass for the third time.
“Then we
just need to cut the power.”
“Oh, I can
take care of that,” he waves for me to follow.
“What’s
your plan?”
“I don’t
have any tools so you’re going to need to pop the case for me, but electric
meters have a power cut off switch on them. You can cut the power before it
reaches the house.”
“That’s
smart, I was going to knock over a power line. How did you learn that?”
“Worked as
a meter reader in one of my many former jobs.”
Sure
enough, I ripped the top of the meter off and Isaac had turned off the power in
a matter of seconds. We decided to wait a few minutes for any remaining power to
run out. Isaac filled me in on more of his former jobs; forklift driver, EMT, bar
tender, and magic shop cashier. That is something I want to know more about.
Inside the
number of display cases are sparse. Plenty of paintings, mannequins and dishes.
There’s a gift shop; a plantation, with a gift shop. I see why Destiny left The
South. I couldn’t imagine if I was surrounded by constant grand reminders that
my ancestors were treated as property. Yeah, I picked the right place. Alone,
most of this stuff isn’t worth a few hundred dollars at most, outside of the
artwork. But together, it’s a massive haul.
“So are
what we going to take? You must have had something big in mind to request a
trailer,” Isaac asks feeling the texture of a vintage suit jacket.
“We’re
taking everything, or as much as we can.”
“Do we have
time for that?”
“You just strip
the mannequins, I’ll put everything else in the truck and trailer.”
“Well, I
can get the men undressed pretty fast, but I’ve never undressed a woman before.”
“They’re
probably not wearing bra straps, that’s the hard part.”
Vampiric
speed, a real blessing, my favorite thing so far. I could live without the
strength and night vision, but the speed, it’s my favorite. I haven’t gotten a
chance to use it a lot, but I’ve loved every second I get to use it. I sit down
and take off my sneakers, because I don’t want to mess them up. Maybe that’s
why Destiny didn’t use it often, she didn’t want to mess up her shoes. I chuckle
to myself as I sit my shoes on a table. I stretch for just a moment to loosen
up.
I rush through
looking for the largest paintings first, snatching them off the wall and
loading up the small trailer attached to the truck, small paintings next. It
doesn’t take long before the walls are bare of anything valuable, I move on to
the so-called artifacts. I snatch what I can fit from the exhibits, a
typewriter, an ornate sewing machine, a model car, hand carved clocks and some
ornate silver dishes. I skip past the brightly colored fake voodoo dolls and
move onto the Indigenous Peoples exhibit. I’d prefer if we could just drop
these off somewhere with the people they came from, but I’m sure James will
find a way to sell them. I redress two of the mannequins while Isaac is
outside, just to screw with him. I move on to the workers housing as they’re
now called, but it’s the slave quarters. Inside there’s a gun mounted on one
wall, a faded picture of a white Jesus with a poorly carved cross beneath it.
The gun is probably the only thing worth money in here. I take another pass of
the house, and jam a few more displays to fill up the trucks. As Isaac finishes
up I run into the modern kitchen they use to feed guests and cater events. I
turn the gas on and wait for him to leave, even with no power gas will get in.
I light a few candles, grab my shoes and meet him outside. I know it won’t blow
up like the movies, but maybe it’ll burn. Destiny would like that.
“You’re fast,”
Isaac says as he enters the truck.
“Yeah, but
my feet hurt.”
“I’d rub
them for you, but I don’t have a foot fetish.”
“I thank you
for that.”
“Do you
think we’ve got enough stuff to win?”
“We should
win on volume alone.”
“Then lets
hit the highway, we can still get a good night’s sleep. I’m tired,” Isaac
starts the car and pulls out gently.
“All you
did is undress some mannequins,” I laugh at him.
“Mannequins
you kept redressing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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