Seven years later
The girl crept through the halls. It was an art museum. She wasn't there to steal anything from the exhibits, even though the circumstances could have said otherwise if she was to get caught. Dressed all in black, going around the dark building after closing time... she could have been a thief, but she wasn't. She moved into an exhibit room, avoiding the alarms they'd found out were around the room.
Finally she found what she'd been looking for. A painting... It had been sold to a businessman and would be shipped to him once the museum took it down. What the museum curator hadn't realized, was that prior to its stay on his walls, it had been in the hands of another man, who had hidden the blueprints to that very museum in the frame. Actually, two paintings... the other half of the prints were to be retrieved by the girl's partner.
It was the men's intentions to exchange the prints that way, to later rob the museum. Anyone would have told them it was ridiculous to do it in that manner, but that was how they did business. Only they wouldn't get them... She removed the painting from the wall, her gloves insuring that she left no fingerprints. Unfortunately, the moment she removed it, an alarm sounded. She knew it would, which was why she and her partner had been synchronized, so that both alarms would be set off at the same time. She quickly found the prints, hid them in a cylinder she carried with her, and replaced the painting.
She knew the guards would arrive soon, so she went into place. She came to an opening that would lead straight to the first floor and the window that would allow them to exit the museum. She saw her partner on the other side. He signaled for her to wait. The guards went by, not seeing the two. When they'd gone, he gave another signal, this time to go. At the same time, they ran for the railing and jumped over it, landing on the first floor, on their feet.
Both ran for the window, holding on tightly to the cylinders. As they leaped through the open window, they could hear the guards running down the stairs from the second floor. They landed on the grass outside and ran to the gate, easily jumping over it. Two motorcycles were waiting for them. They mounted them and sped away, the alarms still blaring inside the museum.
*
About an hour later
Zack and Jenna, now 17, entered the penthouse, still in their dark clothes, each holding a cylinder. "We're home!" Jenna called sweetly. Zack snickered at his sister's 'Hello parents, we just stole the thing you asked for,' greeting. Each took off their black jackets and hung them on hooks next to the door. They went to meet Max and Logan in his office.
"Here you go," said Zack as they handed over the cylinders. The two took their regular position, Zack leaning against a wall and Jenna sitting on her father's desk.
"I wonder how this would look on a resume," said Jenna as she tied her hair into a ponytail, "Daughter and partner of the famous Eyes Only!"
"Flashy," said Zack as he nodded with a grin.
"I know!" said Jenna playfully.
"Guys, how about paying attention?" asked Logan.
"Sorry," said the twins.
"So what's the plan?" asked Max, standing behind her husband.
"The paintings are supposed to be shipped to the buyer in two days. From what I can figure, when he realizes the blueprints are missing, he's not gonna be very happy. I've read about him, and I can assure you that he will most definitely be heading to the seller's office immediately after he finds nothing."
"So what do we do?" asked Zack.
"One of you will go to his place when the paintings are delivered. Once he leaves, alert the other and follow him. I will 'alert' the police that something will happen at the seller's office. Whichever one of you that doesn't go to the buyer's place will have to make sure that the seller doesn't leave."
"I'll take the seller," said Jenna. "If anyone can... distract someone, it's me."
"Okay... but what about the prints?" asked Max.
"I will have them delivered to the police after this is taken care of," said Logan.
"Alright then, let's get to work," said Zack.
*
Two days later, outside the buyer's home
Zack stood in wait outside the apartment building. He didn't take his eyes off the door for one second. Finally, a delivery truck drove up. A man got out and headed for the back to get the paintings. He took them inside. Ten minutes later, he got out and left. Zack shifted on his feet, knowing he was going into action in less than two minutes. Sure enough, out came the buyer just one minute later. He looked furious as he got into his car and left.
Zack came out of hiding and jumped on his motorcycle, quickly putting his helmet on. He didn't usually wear it, but he figured it was better for no one to see his face. The chase was on. As he followed the man, he took out a cell phone and dialed.
*
At that time, outside the seller's office
Jenna spotted him instantly as he exited the building. She started walking towards him, trying not to attract any attention. Her cell phone rang from inside her pocket and she took it out, still walking. "Yeah," she said simply.
"He's on his way. He'll be there in minutes," said Zack, almost yelling to be heard through the helmet and the noise.
"Got it," said Jenna as she put the phone away.
She cut away from her straight path to the man and made it so that she would come across him from the front. She walked by him, making sure not to look suspicious as she bumped into him and fell to the ground. "Ow!" she said, although she wasn't hurt. The man immediately came to her aid.
"Forgive me, I didn't see you there," he said as he helped her up.
"It's okay, I'm... ow!" she said, clutching her ankle. "I think it's broken." He helped her to a nearby bench. She looked around slowly, seeing the police officers moving into place.
"You should have a doctor check that out. I will pay for it, it's only fair."
"Oh... somehow I don't think you'll have the time to do that," she said sweetly. He looked at her puzzled, when he heard the sound of a speeding car screeching to a halt.
As he turned to see, Jenna ran off without him noticing. She made her way to Zack, who waited for her close by. She got on her motorcycle, which stood next to his. She'd left it there as a meeting point. They waited to see what would happen.
The buyer came out of his car, moving to the seller while yelling. He almost got to him, when the officers made their move. The two men were surrounded and soon cuffed and taken away.
"Good job," said Zack as he started his bike.
"Thanks. I try," said Jenna as they drove off.
The girl crept through the halls. It was an art museum. She wasn't there to steal anything from the exhibits, even though the circumstances could have said otherwise if she was to get caught. Dressed all in black, going around the dark building after closing time... she could have been a thief, but she wasn't. She moved into an exhibit room, avoiding the alarms they'd found out were around the room.
Finally she found what she'd been looking for. A painting... It had been sold to a businessman and would be shipped to him once the museum took it down. What the museum curator hadn't realized, was that prior to its stay on his walls, it had been in the hands of another man, who had hidden the blueprints to that very museum in the frame. Actually, two paintings... the other half of the prints were to be retrieved by the girl's partner.
It was the men's intentions to exchange the prints that way, to later rob the museum. Anyone would have told them it was ridiculous to do it in that manner, but that was how they did business. Only they wouldn't get them... She removed the painting from the wall, her gloves insuring that she left no fingerprints. Unfortunately, the moment she removed it, an alarm sounded. She knew it would, which was why she and her partner had been synchronized, so that both alarms would be set off at the same time. She quickly found the prints, hid them in a cylinder she carried with her, and replaced the painting.
She knew the guards would arrive soon, so she went into place. She came to an opening that would lead straight to the first floor and the window that would allow them to exit the museum. She saw her partner on the other side. He signaled for her to wait. The guards went by, not seeing the two. When they'd gone, he gave another signal, this time to go. At the same time, they ran for the railing and jumped over it, landing on the first floor, on their feet.
Both ran for the window, holding on tightly to the cylinders. As they leaped through the open window, they could hear the guards running down the stairs from the second floor. They landed on the grass outside and ran to the gate, easily jumping over it. Two motorcycles were waiting for them. They mounted them and sped away, the alarms still blaring inside the museum.
*
About an hour later
Zack and Jenna, now 17, entered the penthouse, still in their dark clothes, each holding a cylinder. "We're home!" Jenna called sweetly. Zack snickered at his sister's 'Hello parents, we just stole the thing you asked for,' greeting. Each took off their black jackets and hung them on hooks next to the door. They went to meet Max and Logan in his office.
"Here you go," said Zack as they handed over the cylinders. The two took their regular position, Zack leaning against a wall and Jenna sitting on her father's desk.
"I wonder how this would look on a resume," said Jenna as she tied her hair into a ponytail, "Daughter and partner of the famous Eyes Only!"
"Flashy," said Zack as he nodded with a grin.
"I know!" said Jenna playfully.
"Guys, how about paying attention?" asked Logan.
"Sorry," said the twins.
"So what's the plan?" asked Max, standing behind her husband.
"The paintings are supposed to be shipped to the buyer in two days. From what I can figure, when he realizes the blueprints are missing, he's not gonna be very happy. I've read about him, and I can assure you that he will most definitely be heading to the seller's office immediately after he finds nothing."
"So what do we do?" asked Zack.
"One of you will go to his place when the paintings are delivered. Once he leaves, alert the other and follow him. I will 'alert' the police that something will happen at the seller's office. Whichever one of you that doesn't go to the buyer's place will have to make sure that the seller doesn't leave."
"I'll take the seller," said Jenna. "If anyone can... distract someone, it's me."
"Okay... but what about the prints?" asked Max.
"I will have them delivered to the police after this is taken care of," said Logan.
"Alright then, let's get to work," said Zack.
*
Two days later, outside the buyer's home
Zack stood in wait outside the apartment building. He didn't take his eyes off the door for one second. Finally, a delivery truck drove up. A man got out and headed for the back to get the paintings. He took them inside. Ten minutes later, he got out and left. Zack shifted on his feet, knowing he was going into action in less than two minutes. Sure enough, out came the buyer just one minute later. He looked furious as he got into his car and left.
Zack came out of hiding and jumped on his motorcycle, quickly putting his helmet on. He didn't usually wear it, but he figured it was better for no one to see his face. The chase was on. As he followed the man, he took out a cell phone and dialed.
*
At that time, outside the seller's office
Jenna spotted him instantly as he exited the building. She started walking towards him, trying not to attract any attention. Her cell phone rang from inside her pocket and she took it out, still walking. "Yeah," she said simply.
"He's on his way. He'll be there in minutes," said Zack, almost yelling to be heard through the helmet and the noise.
"Got it," said Jenna as she put the phone away.
She cut away from her straight path to the man and made it so that she would come across him from the front. She walked by him, making sure not to look suspicious as she bumped into him and fell to the ground. "Ow!" she said, although she wasn't hurt. The man immediately came to her aid.
"Forgive me, I didn't see you there," he said as he helped her up.
"It's okay, I'm... ow!" she said, clutching her ankle. "I think it's broken." He helped her to a nearby bench. She looked around slowly, seeing the police officers moving into place.
"You should have a doctor check that out. I will pay for it, it's only fair."
"Oh... somehow I don't think you'll have the time to do that," she said sweetly. He looked at her puzzled, when he heard the sound of a speeding car screeching to a halt.
As he turned to see, Jenna ran off without him noticing. She made her way to Zack, who waited for her close by. She got on her motorcycle, which stood next to his. She'd left it there as a meeting point. They waited to see what would happen.
The buyer came out of his car, moving to the seller while yelling. He almost got to him, when the officers made their move. The two men were surrounded and soon cuffed and taken away.
"Good job," said Zack as he started his bike.
"Thanks. I try," said Jenna as they drove off.