I was climbing. Even though my whole body ached in pain, I was still climbing. It takes a whole lot of determination to do this.

"Agent Knight. Do you read me loud and clear?" My walkie-talkie screeched out the voice of my boss. I solemnly gazed at the top of the museum and let out a puff of air. I was almost at the very top and now my boss is trying to make contact with me.

Careful not to lose my grip on the building, I took a quick glance at my trip down if I fell and my heart skipped a beat. Heights were never ideal for me, but my boss still pushes me to take these missions. Another puff of air escaped through my mouth and almost automatically my fingers griped onto the walkie-talkie. "What is it old man? I'm almost at the top."

"Ah. Agent Knight. I almost thought you fell for second. I'm glad you're alive." He chuckled.

My frown deepened but with one hand, I still managed to lunge myself forward onto the roof while using the other hand to talk to my good for nothing boss. "Well, I didn't. Now I'm quite busy at the moment."

"Yes. I understand that very much. I just came to tell you that I want that painting at all costs! And if you fail to complete the mission you'll be stuck in the detention hall until time ends."

A slow smile formed on my lips. I pulled out screwdriver and began scanning the area I have to work with in order to steal that painting. "Have I ever failed you?"
Alright, now quick hands, nimble fingers, and pull the glass panel out.

The air stirred around me as a long cable dropped from out of the sky. My eyes followed the cable to a large chopper hovering above me.
The chopper's pilot smiled and saluted me good luck. Out of respect, I did the same.
The cable dangled in the wind and flew into my face many times. Its icy texture stung my skin but I had to bare it. Quickly, and most importantly, silently, I tied the cable around my waist and bestowed the pilot into one last salut before I made my way down into the interior of Musèe du Louvre, home of the world's famous Mona Lisa.

The marble floor hit me with a loud thud and I prayed at the last moment that none of the security guards nearby heard of my presence. The room was so dark and so quiet that you could even hear a mouse scurrying all over the place.

My fingers fiddled through my hair as I pulled out my flashlight and covered a small area with an eerie glow. In my opinion, the flashlight just makes a dark room look even more terrifying than surrounding you with safety. I paused for a moment and stared ahead. If I know one thing, it's that the universe really loves proving me wrong.

….
Nothing's happening. "That's odd." I began waving my flashlight around the place turning the museum into a haunted house. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted two slanted eyes staring daggers at me. My heart raced as I enveloped it with the light of my flashlight to reveal a statue of a lion.

Well, that's just humiliating.

Continuing on with my mission, my flashlight led the way down the hall of the Mona Lisa. I flinched every time I heard something which sounded suspicious but it was just the universe playing with me again. The faint circle of light coming out of my flashlight hovered around an old painting portraying a herd of cows grazing in the meadow. It then hovered off to another painting, this time of a young lady sewing a scarf. Well, they sure have boring paintings in this place.

Then again, every museum does. I whistled down the hall certain that no one would hear me since the security guys would've caught sight of me by now. "Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,"
The voice of my deceased mother rang inside of my head almost hypnotizing me that I ended up singing along. "Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines. Ding ding dong. Ding ding dong."

I began repeating the song many times in a low voice that before long, it led me to Mona Lisa. The feeling of success grew inside of me that without thinking my arms were already fastening the painting onto my back.

Eeigh. Eeigh. Eeigh.

All of a sudden, everything flashed red. Out of instincts, my legs jerked and I ended up sprinting towards my exit. Footsteps followed behind me and they were closing in fast. "Halt. Theif!" A low voice of a man boomed behind me but I kept on running.

I quickly turned off my flashlight so they couldn't track me down and slipped on my night goggles.
"These goggles will be perfect for your Mona Lisa mission. Just slip them on and bam! You have perfect night vision!"

Well, Doc, was right. These glasses do help me with my sight, I wonder why I always used to underestimate him. I continued on sprinting, down the hall while taking one last glance behind me. The cops were still after me, but I was making the distance between us larger.

That's right suckers. None of you had excellent training like I did. Just then, my goggles began to flicker on and off, until I was as blind as….well, a blindfolded man to tell you the truth. This is why I've never trusted Doc. And now I still don't.

Luckily, my poor night vision was still able to determine the figure of the cable still dangling around like a dumb rag doll. I quickly tugged the cable twice and before I knew it, I was laying down on the floor of the chopper, trying to catch my breath.

"Seemed like a rough journey down there." The pilot commented.

"You have no idea."

My walkie-talkie screeched again and I covered my ears in pain.

"Uhh…is this thing on? Agent Knight. Can you hear me?"

I snatched the walkie-talkie and pulled it to my ear. "Yeah. I can hear you. What's up?"

"Do you have the Mona Lisa in your possession."

"Yep. But I didn't get time to replace it with the replica."

"I know. I planted a little camera into your flashlight. We're going to have to work on your courage a bit more. I can't believe a lion statue actually frightened you."

Feeling humiliated, I felt my face become red and the pilot chuckled slightly.

"So you're saying that there was a camera watching me the whole ti-"

"We're also going to have to work on your detecting skills a bit more. The camera was fairly easy to spot. Any who, you got the painting. Meet me in my office once you arrive, I have something to tell you."

I made my way down the hall and pushed everyone aside. Everyone I passed stared and laughed almost as if they knew something.
It didn't matter though. I had the gut feeling that I would find out soon enough. Two large, golden doors blocked my way into the boss's office. A slight nod told the bodyguard's my message and they let me in.

My body flinched at the sound of the two doors slamming shut. Loud noises also weren't very ideal with me, and still, my boss likes to assign me missions with them. "What did you want to tell me?"

Just like how in every movie the boss makes his entrance by spinning around an a chair to face you; my boss did the same. "You will not be staying here as of tomorrow."

Shock overcame me and my body became stiff. "W-What!? Why!? If it's because of tonight I'll do better next time! I promise!"
The truth was, I had nowhere else to go, and the White King, the thieving company I worked for was my only family. That was, ever since my parents passed away.

The boss shook his head. "No, no no. I'm transferring you to a high school. All the paperworks have been filled. And I've rented out an apartment for your time being. But it's nice to know that you like staying here. Even if it is a place filled with thieves."

I pouted. "I don't get it. Why are you sending me to some dumb high school? I'm alright here."

The boss grinned like like a monkey. His right big tooth missing from his mouth. "Think about it. A sixteen year old boy like you should be having fun, hanging out with friends, and maybe go out with a few girls. You won't get all that living over here."

There it was. The catch. "But there's another reason you want me to go there isn't there?"
If I know anything about the boss, it's that he rarely ever gives his employees time off. Even if they are just ten years old.

The boss grinned once more. "No catch. Just go and have fun. You'll be staying for a year,"

I was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Just play it cool like you always do."

And that's what I did. My inner voice always gives me the best advice and that's what I do. "Sure. Okay. I could use a break. What school am I going to?"

"You'll see for yourself once you arrive."

I smiled. " But next time we talk like this. Call me by my real name."

The boss laughed a childish laugh. "I'd be surprised if you still knew your actual name by now. You've been called Agent Knight for 10 years now. Now tell me boy. What's your name?"

I smiled again, for the boss was a good guy and just before I shut the door, I made my reply. "Daemon."