A brief flash of light reflected on the marble floor while a shadow was quickly making it's way to the office of the owner's house. A clothed hand turned the door's handle silently and entered before closing the door. Grey eyes searched the room for uninvited guesses. A smirk came on the shadow's face. She was the 'guess' and clearly wasn't invited. Honestly, did it ever stop her?
Nope.
The lithe figure avoided the gigantics windows and made her way toward the painting. To her, it was the only thing that looked good in the room. Why did rich people had such bad tastes for their own house?
She stood before the forever frozen blond woman of the painting. Even in the dark, she could remember every colors used on this art piece. Days and days she observed this house – no, manor! - and that's how she discovered it. And how much more important than it actualy seemed.
The shadow carefully pushed the painting and finally came across what she wanted since the start of her robbery. The safe. She took out her powder's recipient and her brush. It should do it.
The powder showed the utmost used numbers on the code pad. She observed the lightly to mostly covered numbers and burned the code's safe in her mind. She pushed the correct code and a little 'click' buzzed in the air. The safe opened and...
What the hell. Only... Books, documents, blueprints? Even a freaking movie about Tibet?! Where was the money? She clenched her teeth painfully but her anger was stronger. All this work for nothing. No. She found stuff in the rest of this place. It wasn't too bad right? Her bag was kind of full, it would alright.
She took a breath and forced herself to calm down. She raised her flashlight to take one last look before leaving. Flashes shined from the framed picture of the blond woman (again?)and that's when she saw it. A green brooch, with a blue bead on the middle bottom. She took it and on closer inspection it seemed like a peacock tail. Gabriel Agreste didn't sound like the guy who would wear feminine brooches in his free time. Maybe it was the woman's?
Deep in thoughts, she didn't notice the door of the office opens but she did hear the intake of breath behind her. She instantly turned and saw a figure that looked like a teenager. The owner's son.
She flashed her light in the boy's face and blinded him. Grabbing her bag from one hand, she used the other to open a window. That was one heavy glass!
''Hey stop!'' shouted the teen. As if!
Just as she got out, the boy seized her arm and tried to pull her back inside. Was he nuts or just plain stupid? To her surprise, and probably to his too, a blarring alarm went through the house. She swore and got her arm free and pushed the other. She closed the window and blocked it with some kind of stylish pole she stole.
Oh well.
She hurriedly ran to the gate and threw her bag over it. Due to her slim figure, she was able to go through the metal bars. Then, she disappeared in the night.