No-LIMIT-Rooms 05 English

Back in the room, I first looked after Isabell. Tenderly I stroked her face and then gave the sleeping girl a kiss. I would save her, too. After a moment's thought, I turned away from her and fished out the cell phone. This time Holger answered immediately.

"Holger, you need to have me picked up, we'll go to Rebecca's ranch and install whatever you need there. She's in a coma here in the hospital and I have her keycard. And be sure to bring me something sensible to wear!"

When Sascha picked me up a little over an hour later down at the crossroads, I would have loved to throw my romper away immediately. But unfortunately I couldn't. So I just took it off and threw it on the back seat before slipping into the blue jeans and blouse I had brought with me. Sneakers made my outfit complete. He had looked away bashfully, but I didn't mind him seeing me naked, why should I? The drive to Rebecca's ranch was silent at first. I had a lot to think about.

Finally Sascha cleared his throat and brought me back from my musings.

"Holger would like to know what happened:" he pointed to the cell phone on the center console.

I nodded and dialed Holger's number. Then I told him what had happened. I had just finished when we reached the ranch.

To my surprise, Sascha did not drive onto the property, but stopped about half a kilometer away in a wooded area. Then he looked at me.

"So, you get to change again."

My look was obviously completely uncomprehending. He pointed at me and my clothes.

"Very fancy, but totally unsuitable for a burglary!"

"Do you want me to put the onesie back on?"

He laughed. "No, for God's sake! We don't want to commit murder! I've got something else in the trunk for us."

That turned out to be black work overalls, gloves and ski masks. In addition, black lace-up boots.

"Seriously? Could it be any flashier?"

"We're dealing with security. The compound is under camera surveillance, we have to get into the compound in a blind spot. I already know where. But once we're outside the door, they'll see us. That's why this." He pulled out a rifle.

"Are you going to shoot someone?"

"Bullshit, I'm going to shoot out the lights. With any luck, we'll have 55 minutes before they get here, by which time we'll have to be gone. And we can't leave any traces."

"Don't you think they'd get suspicious if the lighting was shot?"

He grinned broadly. "Won't be the only one here. We're going to shoot some more lamps tonight. Better yet, me. You go in the house and do what I showed you."

"Me? You can do much better than that?"

"How good a shot are you?"

I stared at him angrily. "Where's your buddy from the other day, he could have helped!"

Sascha shook his head. "No, he can't, because he's not here. I've told you before, it's not all about you."

He pressed a backpack into my hand.

"There's everything you need in there, including a cell phone. Come on now!"

In the light of two red headlamps, we walked along a dirt road to the back of the ranch. There we climbed the fence and ran to the house. Halfway there, he suddenly stopped me.

"Wait!"

He had already taken the rifle off his shoulder before, and now he put it on. I braced myself for a loud bang, but to my surprise it was no louder than a hand clap.

Immediately, one of the two entry lights went out. He sent me running off in another direction. Great.

My crotch ached. I was pretty sure that nighttime intrusions were not in the healing plan for torn labia. Again I heard the slapping sound, followed by a clang. The front of the house was now in darkness.

"You can now!", I heard him shout from the darkness. "Meet me at the car in 45 minutes. Don't be late! And turn off the headlamp until you get to the house."

Only now did I realize that I didn't have a watch. Damn.

I scurried around the corner. There I switched off the headlamp, as he had told me, and felt my way to the front door. With Rebecca's keycard, which I had taken from her purse, I was able to open the door without any problems. From inside, I closed it again and turned the headlamp back on. In the semi-darkness of the red light, I tried to orient myself. Then I went into Rebecca's study.

The last time I was here, I had already seen that the connections looked different from the ones in the apartment. Damn, I needed help.

I opened the backpack and rummaged through it for the cell phone. Finally I found it in the side pocket. I looked for Sasha's number in the phone book. There were quite a few entries. Then I finally found his and called him. It seemed to take endless time until he finally answered. He sounded a bit out of breath.

"Are you done?"

"I haven't even started yet. This looks very different from what you showed me. Rebecca doesn't have cable channel, she has plastered cans!"

I heard Sascha swearing softly on the other end of the line.

"All right. Fortunately, everything you need is in the bag, I will guide you, listen."

Working in the semi-dark, following instructions from a cell phone, was not easy, but I managed. The keylogger between the keyboard and the PC was installed the fastest. But then I had to frumm the junction into the can. I was almost done when Sascha cursed loudly, "Damn, the cops!" Then he was gone.

Shocked, I stared at the cell phone. No, please don't! My mind was racing with thoughts. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

One thing at a time: Finish this one first. I stripped the last cable and clamped it into the holder. Then I stuffed everything back into the socket and screwed the lid on. Connecting cable back into socket, done. I shined a light around me to see if I had missed anything. Then I collected the tools and grabbed the cell phone. Just before I opened the outside door, I turned off the red light. Luckily, I saw the patrol car in the driveway before the cops noticed me. I immediately closed the door again and squatted inside with my back against the closed door. Light from flashlights shone through the windows into the house. I was trapped!

My mind was racing: what would happen if they caught me? I remembered the access card to the house.

Had I perhaps triggered a silent alarm? Would I have had to enter a code somewhere?

In a few moments they could discover me if they shone their lamps in my place. Determined, I tore the ski cap off my head, opened the overall and slipped out. Then I crumpled it up and stuffed it into the backpack, which I put behind the door. I also took off my shoes and placed them so that they were not visible when I opened the door.

I waited until the lights on the back side shone in to the windows and scurried to the stairs. There I ran up and went into one of the bedrooms. In a closet I looked for a T-shirt. All the time I used the red light of the headlamp, which I additionally shielded with my hand, to be able to see anything at all. Fortunately, I found what I was looking for. Now I turned off the light completely, slipped into the T-shirt and went to the window. When I saw one of the policemen, I opened it and called out.

"Hello, what are you doing?"

Immediately, he lit me up.

"Noabend, Polizai, Dienschtschtell..."

Huh? Excuse me?

He spoke in the broadest, Swabian dialect, and I had to get my internal translation program working first.

"Are you all right?" was probably his second sentence.

The conversation was not going to be easy for me. Hopefully he understood me. But in a pinch, I spoke Russian, English and French.

I pretended to be confused and sleepy, "Yeah, why not? What are they doing here?"

"Are you the owner of the property?" The counter-question came in regional High German, after all.

A tricky question. If he knew Rebecca, I was screwed if I answered yes now. Anything else would lead to more questions. Inwardly, I cursed.

"No, a friend. Rebecca is sleeping the night in her apartment by her office! Now please tell me what's going on here!"

"May we come in?"

"Hold on, I'll open the door for them, then we can talk!"

I closed the window and turned on the lights as I walked downstairs. My T-shirt went to just below my crotch. As long as I didn't bend over, it would be fine. Why hadn't Sascha brought me a pair of panties as well?

Downstairs, I just turned on the exterior lights above the door, then opened the door a crack. I could make out two officers.

"Good evening, police, may we come in?"

"Good evening, and no, they may not! This is not my house, I do not know if my girlfriend would be right."

"And your name is?"

"Diana Blaureuter!"

The policeman in front shone his light past me into the house, then at me. He noticed my tousled hair.

"Had they slept yet?"

"No, I was just going to the office for work. As you can see, I'm already dressed and made up. May I finally know what's going on here? Is there a fugitive felon on the loose, or what's going on?"

"They admitted they are not the owner of the house, could they please identify themselves?"

"Wait a minute! I took a step back, stepped behind the door and fished the keycard out of the side pocket of my backpack. Then I opened the door all the way, walked out to the police officers, and pulled the door shut behind me. Theatrically, I lifted the card and held it in front of the card reader. Immediately it unlocked and I could open it.

"I have a key, is that enough proof? Unlike you, I have a right to be here, this is private property. Now, by thunder, tell me again what's going on. Should I be worried?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to insist on some identification, Mrs. Blaureuter!"

"I don't have one with me!"

"Then please call your friend!"

Now it was enough for me. Determined, I took off my T-shirt and presented my bandages half naked. "I had a bicycle accident. Rebecca is a long-time friend and is letting me stay here for a few days until everything is cleared up and I can go back to Berlin. And now I've had enough! I'm not answering a single question anymore!" Angrily, I slipped the T-shirt back on.

The two officers were obviously embarrassed.

"Um, yeah, sorry! We just wanted to make sure this place hadn't been broken into. There were some lamps broken here."

He pointed to the driveway. "And we could see someone fleeing with a rifle. Unfortunately, he got away from us."

In a flash, I thought about what I should say now. A surprised and appalled face always went down well.

"Here?"

"No, he fled in the direction of the forest. But we wanted to make sure everything was okay here. Did you notice anything unusual?"

"Except for two officers sneaking around the house at night, you mean? No! And if they hadn't been shining around like that, not even that."

"Good, then please excuse the interruption. And get well soon!" They seemed to want to turn away.

Indignant, I snapped at him: "What, and that's it? You wake me up, explain to me that an armed maniac is running around here, and you want to drive again? I demand personal security!"

The officials remained transfixed. Had I overstimulated?

"Do they or their friend have enemies?"

"Not that I know of," I replied hesitantly.

"What does her friend do for a living?"

Indifferently, I shrugged my shoulders. "She's the CEO of a real estate company. Why?"

The two officers looked at each other. Then the first one spoke again. We're going to look around a bit more and patrol several times during the night, that's all we can do. And her friend should definitely come to the station tomorrow and file a report."

Hesitantly, I nodded. "Thank you, I will tell her."

"Well, have a good rest. And if they see anything else suspicious: Just call us, okay?"

"Will do. Thanks!"

Both nodded and turned away.

"Oh, one more request!", I stopped her again. "If they still catch the maniac, would you please inform me? I don't think I can sleep peacefully anymore."

"Let's do it, what's the number?"

"Oh, I don't even know those by heart, and my phone is broken. Wait a minute!"

I went back inside, turned on the light and looked at the display of the landline. As I did so, I bent down a little and let the officers take a look at my butt. Loudly I called the number.

"Good, we've made a note of that! Keep doors and windows closed at all costs, will you? We gotta go!"

"Good luck, and thanks!"

I closed the door, waving again in conclusion, as the officers got into the car. Then I sank to my knees: they felt as soft as butter.

I took the cell phone out of my backpack and tried to reach Sascha. Fortunately for me, he answered.

"You don't have to explain anything to me, the police were just here!", I interrupted his beginning apology.

"No, of course everything is fine, just had to show them my tits and some ass and they were satisfied. - Damn, they almost caught me! But I made on harmless and convinced them. However, now they can identify me. Where are you now?... Well, listen, they are still around! You get rid of your ninja clothes and the rifle and pick me up here!... No, you're coming to the driveway in twenty minutes!... Fuck it, you pick me up here, got it? And if the police patrol stops you, you tell them that you should pick up your friend Diana Blaureuter, because she's afraid that there's a crazy assassin around, okay?... All right, I'll see you in a minute! Oh, and before I forget, bring me the pink onesie from the car!"

Sascha was on time. He hadn't been stopped, yet we weren't safe yet. As soon as I saw him coming up the driveway, I opened the door for him. In his hand he carried my so 'beloved' clothes.

I let him in and put on the jumpsuit, then slipped into the sneakers that he had fortunately also brought. The combat boots would not have fit with it. I stuffed these into the backpack and pressed it into his hand.

"Here you go! So, now let's get out of here!"

I turned off the lights and closed the door. Then we went to the car and got in. Just as we were about to drive off the lot onto the main road, we saw a patrol car arrive. Sascha turned pale, but I grabbed his arm reassuringly.

"Leave it, I'll take care of it. Just pull over, will you?"

I opened the car door and got out, then waved to the patrol as they slowly approached.

When they were standing across in front of us, the passenger lowered the side window. Fortunately, it was the officers from a moment ago.

"Ah, it's good that I can still meet them, I just didn't have any more peace and had them pick me up. You don't need to call me anymore, the house is empty now. I don't think Rebecca wants to spend the night here for the next few days either, I just spoke to her. I will spend the night in her apartment. And thanks again!"

The officer nodded in a friendly manner. "Well, thank you for letting us know. All the best and good night!" The patrol car rolled away again and the window closed. Relieved, I got back in and let myself sink into the seat. Sascha sat pale behind the wheel. What a hero.

"Now drive, or are we going to spend the night here?"

Hesitantly, he drove off. "What was that now?"

"I bought you time to escape, you're welcome! And tomorrow morning," I looked at the clock, "I mean this morning, you come back here, with ladder and overalls, and fix the lamps in the driveway. Or Holger or your other friend, it doesn't matter! Whose stupid idea was that, with the lamps? Security has enough to do with the apartment building. They obviously don't look at the monitors here until the alarm goes off. Good thing, or I'd be in even more shit!"

He looked over at me, concerned. Aha, his idea, not Holger's. Now I didn't want to be in his shoes. But that served him right.

"You do realize you're going to have to shoot some more lamps around here soon, right? Already, to cover it up and take the focus off the ranch?"

He nodded silently.

"Had not thought? Or did you just want to shoot around with your great toy? What kind of gun is that anyway? It was so quiet?"

"A small caliber, they're not that loud anyway. But this one even has a muzzle flash suppressor."

"I see, and why do you need it?"

"To shoot lamps!" He grinned inanely.

I would have loved to punch him in the face.

I didn't say another word for the rest of the trip. On the one hand, I was pissed off, and on the other, everything that had happened that day was running through my head.

Sasha dropped me off at the entrance to the hospital, and I strode to the entrance. Of course, it was closed at this hour. I rang the doorbell. It seemed to take an hour before he showed up. I held up my pink patient bracelet. Unperturbed, the man opened the door. "What are you doing out so late?"

"I was still jogging and forgot the time! Good night."

Back in the room I immediately checked on Isabell, but she was fast asleep. I took off the jumpsuit and hung it in the closet, then I lay down in bed in my T-shirt. It was almost getting light when I finally fell asleep.