The blaring of the alarms fill the air. Flashing strobe like lights turn the dark hallway red. Even with all of it, I continue to run silently. The guards know I'm here, true, but they don't know where in the here I am.

I turn down another hallway. I lost track of which way was the exit a while ago. I'm just trying to get out now.

I guess I should have known that this was a trap. It had all been too easy getting in. Now I just had to get out. If I got caught, well, I would probably be shot before they caught me. If I could get out alive though, the 'legend' of the infamous Alec Lightwood would continue to live on.

I stop running and look behind me. No guards yet. Good.

I pull from my pocket a small bomb my friend made for me. I've got many more of these, so I'm not afraid to waste them. This will either make a hole in the building I can escape through, or buy me some time to get out. Or injure me/kill me.

The bomb I sit by the wall on the floor, than push the button to activate it.

Once I hear the first beep, I get the hell out of there. When these things blow up, they blow up.

(Magnus POV)

"Magnus Bane, to my office please."

I sigh as the intercom clicks off. Why can I never get a break? I don't care if I'm the best guy in this agency, even I should be able to slack off every once in a while.

I remain where I am, my head lying on my desk in my little work office. I appreciate having one, and not just a cubicle. But, I think I only got one because I have a lot more paperwork and files to keep then other people.

"Magnus Bane, to my office, NOW."

The intercom shuts off again.

I still don't move. Maybe I can get a few minutes of sleep in before-

"Magnus Bane, get your ass to my office now or I'll have someone drag you down here by your hair!"

Or not.

I slowly stand up. The files I had been reading through lay in a stack where my head had been. Papers make a great pillow. All of them are about that Alec Lightwood. We've been trying to catch him for what, two, three years now. Personally, I doubt we'll ever get him. I mean, we don't even know what his face looks like. He always wears these weird masks.

After all these time, we still can't figure out why he does what he does. Stealing things, killing people, things like that. We don't really know anything about him except his name. Not even his age. We tried looking before for a birth certificate, social security number, anything about him, but nothing ever came up.

I leave the files there and exit my office, closing and locking the door behind me.

As I walk down the long, empty hallway to my boss's office, my pocket vibrates. I pull out my phone and see a text from my friend, who also works in the agency, Clary Fray. Her boyfriend, Simon Lewis, works here as well.

Guess what I found about Lightwood? It says.

What?

I slip my phone back into my pocket after answering. Just as I'm looking up, something solid knocks into my chest.

I reach out to steady the boy I ran into.

"Whoa, are you ok?" I ask.

He looks at me, and then nods.

I frown when I don't recognize him. "Who are you?"

"Oh, my names, um, Danny."

"My names Magnus."

"I know." He says quietly.

"Why are you here?" not that I mind. The boy is very cute, with black hair that falls into his face and pale skin. His eyes are a marvelous blue.

He looks down though, hiding them from me. "I was hired to clean. I guess like a janitor."

"Ok, well, I won't keep you from your job."

He nods and walks past me, dragging a mop along with him.

I turn and continue to walk.

When I finally get to my bosses office, I knock on the door.

"Come in."

I push the door open, closing it behind me.

"Finally, Bane. I was beginning to worry." My boss, Hodge Startwheather, says. He points to some seats. "Sit down."

I do. "What do you want?"

He frowns at my rudeness, but he did disturb my nap. He deserves it. "I was wondering if you have made any progress on finding out about Alec Lightwood."

"No."

He sighs heavily. "That's too bad. I wish we knew something more. There's no possible way we can catch him if we only know his name. It may not even be his real name."

I shrug. "Never know. But if that's all you wanted."

"No. You remember the trap we set up for him, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, he fell for it."

I lean forward in my seat. "Really?"

"Yes, but he escaped. With the money we had set for bait."

No big shock there.

"But in escaping, he killed three men."

"Just three?"

"Yes. I guess that's better than it could have been."

I nod in agreement while fighting back a yawn. I really want to go back to sleep.

Hodge nods. "Well, you may go now. Tell me if you find out anything."

"Of course." I get up and go to the door, my hand on the door knob. "Oh, and Hodge?"

"Yes Bane?"

I grin. "Thank you so much for hiring that pretty Danny boy as the janitor. Now I have something to look forward to when I come to work. Although, I can't say janitor really suits him."

Hodge looks at me like I'm the crazy one. "I never hired a janitor, let alone one named Danny."

"But then who was that in the hallway outside my office…" I trail off, already knowing where this is going.

"Shit!" Hodge curses.

He takes a gun from his desk and pushes the alarm. "Get to your office now!"

I take off running. Hodge follows me.

I get to my office and see outside the door an abandoned hair clip. My office door is wide open. I hurry in. Nothing in the office is disturbed.

Hodge comes in behind me, along with a few security guards.

"Nothing appears to be missing." He observes.

I'm about to agree when my eyes fall upon the stack of files. All of them are there. I go over and flip the first one open.

It's filled with blank paper.

"No."

I go to the next one. It's empty too, with plain paper inside.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I turn to Hodge. "Their gone. All of the papers on him, their all gone."

Hodge mutters under his breath. He looks at the guards. "I don't want anybody leaving or coming inside the agency. Or the parking lot."

They nod and hurry off.

(Alec POV)

I got in and out, piece of cake. The lock on the office was a very simple one, easy to pick open.

I find it strange how nobody asked me who I was or what I was doing there. Well, except for that one man.

I get in my car and am about to go when I hear the blare of an alarm. Oh shit.

I start the engine in the hopes that I can still get out of here, but I scowl when I see the parking lot exit blocked off by guards.

At least I can try and get by them. I drive up to the exit. Like I expected, a man walks up to my car and taps on the window. I roll it down.

"Nobody is allowed to leave this area." He says.

"Really? Why?" I ask, faking innocence.

"Well, I'm not suppose too say."

"Oh, well, do you know how long it will take? I really have to get home."

"No, I've no clue. But I suggest you go back into the parking lot and just wait it out."

I had to get out now though. I quickly thought of a lie. "But, my sister, she's in the hospital and I don't know if she'll live. I have to get there as soon as possible."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave."

I frown. I flick my wrist and the hidden blade secured to a think cuff bracelet on my left wrist slides out. I look him in the eyes.

"Fuck you." The blade goes into his chest, stopping his heart.

I drive off.