Info and Part 1
Name: Kinu Amaya
Age: 18 years old
Height: 5'9"
Looks: Shoulder length, straight, strawberry-blond hair. Grey blue eyes. Pale skin.
Personality: Smart, quiet, artistic, can seem extremely innocent but has a few tricks up here sleeve.
Background: … You'll find out ;)
And now, we begin….
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I entered the art gallery, looking all around.
None of the staff seemed to recognize me in my long black wig and my black sun-glasses.
Good.
I needed to observe the security situation with out being recognized or suspected.
I walked through the gallery until I came to the biggest room with fancy columns. This room held the main attraction.
A painting by a mysterious artist calling themselves Shade Timmons. No one knew anything about this painter. They didn't know where they lived, what they looked like or if Shade Timmons was their real name.
The only thing that anyone knew was that Shade Timmons had painted 16 incredible scenes that depicted doorways and windows opening up to dark yet beautiful worlds full of flowers, coral and lightning.
The museum once displayed all 16 of these paintings before "handing them out" to prestigious art museums all over the world.
And by "handing them out", I mean that the owner of this museum had made under-the-table-deals with every single museum that was willing to pay.
Now, the museum only had one painting. The painting of windowed, double-doors opening up to my dark world.
That was my painting.
I was Shade Timmons.
And my paintings were stolen from me.
Now, I was gonna get them back.
I looked around the room, judging the security.
The room that my painting was in could be entered 3 different ways and there were 2 guards at each entry.
All the security cameras were focused on this one painting.
Heat sensitive tiles were laid on the floor under the painting. So, if anybody tried to steal it, they would have to stand on those tiles, which would read their body heat and set off an alarm.
I looked up towards the ceiling of the room and found an air vent large enough for a person to fit into.
Perfect.
I looked at my watch.
9:30 p.m.
30 minutes until closing time.
Perfect.
I walked out of the room and went into the bath room which was at the entry way of the museum.
I walked into the largest stall and locked the door behind me.
My original plan was to hide out in the bath room until one of the tour guides or female security guards came to powder their nose and then switch places with them.
But then I noticed that their was an air vent in my stall, again, big enough for a person to fit through.
'This is way too easy.'
I stripped out of my jeans, black blouse and fake-fur shrug, revealing my black body suit.
I ripped my wig off but kept my hair in it bun before replacing my sunglasses with goggles.
I took my pocket pistol from my, otherwise, empty purse and shoved it in it's thigh holster.
I opened the vent and slipped through.
After crawling for a bit, I found myself at the elevator shaft. There was a series of pipes which attack as a ladder that connected to all the air vents of all the levels of the museum. I climbed all the way to the top air vent and crawled in.
I finally found my way to opening above my painting.
And the guards were just started to usher people out for closing time.
'30 minutes after closing time, I'll make my move.'
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10: 28 p.m.
2 minutes 'til go time.
The guards had moved to guarding the outside of the room.
The only guard that was in the room was one of the guards that checked every single room in the museum individually.
Taking one man down quietly would be, oh, so very easy.
Suddenly, a new guard came in and said that it was time for them to switch.
The old guard walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
I was just about to break through the air vent and take down the guard when I heard him start to laugh.
He took off his cap, revealing his face. Black hair with side burns and black, thick eye brows. He look strange but diabolical.
"Cost is clear guys."
Suddenly, panel from the columns fell away to reveal two men, one with a fedora and one in a hakuma.
The one in the fedora started rubbing the back of his neck. "Man, those friggin' columns give me such a crick in the neck."
The fake guard started chuckling and said, "Hey, once we make money off of this baby, you'll be able to hire as many personal masseuses as you want."
They all turned towards my painting.
I would have made my move at that moment but I was curious; if these guys got past the guards and the cameras, there were no rookies. 'Maybe, if these men steal the painting first, I can, then, steal it from them and, in the end, they'll still get the blame.'
The fake guard took out a cylinder which extended into a fishing rod.
He lowered the hook behind the frame, trying to hook onto the actually painting.
That's when I decided to put a tracker on him so I could find him later.
I peeled off one of my fake nails and dropped it through the vent.
It slipped right into the back of his shirt.
I smirked to myself. 'I think I can leave these boys on their own now. I have to get back to my job.'
I crawled my way through the vents until I came to the museum owner's office.
He was going through some paper work when he got up and left the room, probably to go take a piss.
Once he was gone, I kicked open the vent and dropped through, landing right in his office chair.
I slipped my pistol out and twisted my silencer on before shooting out all the lights except for the desk top lamp.
Then, I waited.
The owner came back and closed the door behind him, sighing. He hit the light switch and became extremely confused.
That's when I flicked on the desk lamp.
I smirked at the owner. "Hey there, Owen."
He looked extremely shocked and very afraid. "K-Kinu! W-what are y-you doing here?"
"Don't play dumb."
Suddenly, he started chuckling evilly. "What can I say, babe? You're not exactly the first little girl that I've taken advantage of."
"Maybe not. But I can guarantee…"
I lifted my gun and pointed right at him, causing him to start begging for mercy.
"… I will be the last little girl that you deceive."
I pulled the trigger.