Silence resonated in the cold night air, and all was still about the
Gallery of Fine Jewels. Except for the fact there were at least 3 guards in
every room, all of them paranoid, and scared for their lives. They all felt
like running so they wouldn't see him, back to their families so he
wouldn't bother them. But of course, they'd be fired. They'd just have to
hope that they weren't Shadowcat's next victims.
But the bad luck was to be bestowed on the guards in Gallery 7 first.
The skylight above their heads allowed the silvery moonlight to flow through, casting eerie and macabre shadows across the displays. Shadowcat could have been in any of the dark puddles of shadow, but the guards talked to comfort themselves. Roy, Bob and Howard didn't know each other too well, and this was the best bonding they'd ever done. No one would have guessed Roy was gay, or that Howard was having troubles with his wife at home. But it didn't matter; they needed any distracting topics possible to keep them occupied. And besides, whom else could they tell? For all they knew one or even all of them might die tonight.
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As the guards talked in hushed whispers below, a figure crouched near the edge of the skylight, trying not to cast a shadow into the Gallery. This intruder had a plan sorted out, because the tables had turned, this time for the better. Having control again was a feeling Shadowcat never dreamed of. Sliding a remote control out of his belt, the thief's eyes narrowed in on the stocky lump resting on a skylight on the other side of the Gallery's roof. Completely unlike the pattern's of Shadowcat's past crimes. Just before midnight? Making a big racket with the break-in? But what did it matter anymore?
"Watch where you stand."
Shadowcat hit the detonator.
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"What time is it?" Nightcrawler whispered, looking out of the tinted windows of the X Car once more. He was starting to get restless despite himself. "Easy, Nightcrawler, it's only 10 to." Storm replied casually, studying the motorbike across the road. It was illegally parked, and had been since the mutant duo had driven up at 9 o'clock. Storm had whittled it down to being the property of some guy who was a constant drinker, but just looking at the chrome, black and blue of the bike made her shiver. They didn't know what to expect, but they'd planned on entering the building at midnight. The crimes never occurred before midnight. So there were many reasons as to why the massive explosion scared all car occupants out of their wits.
They both looked on in horror as a plume of black smoke began to splutter from the Gallery of Fine Jewels' roof. Nightcrawler couldn't wait anymore. Regardless of mutant involvement, chances were there would be some dead bodies lying around in there soon. So with a BAMPH! and a cloud of his own black plume, he vanished from the passenger seat. "Kurt!" Storm yelled. Scared that her friend was about to do something stupid, she threw open the car door and ran for the burning building.
This was completely unlike Nightcrawler, to just go barging in.
But the bad luck was to be bestowed on the guards in Gallery 7 first.
The skylight above their heads allowed the silvery moonlight to flow through, casting eerie and macabre shadows across the displays. Shadowcat could have been in any of the dark puddles of shadow, but the guards talked to comfort themselves. Roy, Bob and Howard didn't know each other too well, and this was the best bonding they'd ever done. No one would have guessed Roy was gay, or that Howard was having troubles with his wife at home. But it didn't matter; they needed any distracting topics possible to keep them occupied. And besides, whom else could they tell? For all they knew one or even all of them might die tonight.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
As the guards talked in hushed whispers below, a figure crouched near the edge of the skylight, trying not to cast a shadow into the Gallery. This intruder had a plan sorted out, because the tables had turned, this time for the better. Having control again was a feeling Shadowcat never dreamed of. Sliding a remote control out of his belt, the thief's eyes narrowed in on the stocky lump resting on a skylight on the other side of the Gallery's roof. Completely unlike the pattern's of Shadowcat's past crimes. Just before midnight? Making a big racket with the break-in? But what did it matter anymore?
"Watch where you stand."
Shadowcat hit the detonator.
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"What time is it?" Nightcrawler whispered, looking out of the tinted windows of the X Car once more. He was starting to get restless despite himself. "Easy, Nightcrawler, it's only 10 to." Storm replied casually, studying the motorbike across the road. It was illegally parked, and had been since the mutant duo had driven up at 9 o'clock. Storm had whittled it down to being the property of some guy who was a constant drinker, but just looking at the chrome, black and blue of the bike made her shiver. They didn't know what to expect, but they'd planned on entering the building at midnight. The crimes never occurred before midnight. So there were many reasons as to why the massive explosion scared all car occupants out of their wits.
They both looked on in horror as a plume of black smoke began to splutter from the Gallery of Fine Jewels' roof. Nightcrawler couldn't wait anymore. Regardless of mutant involvement, chances were there would be some dead bodies lying around in there soon. So with a BAMPH! and a cloud of his own black plume, he vanished from the passenger seat. "Kurt!" Storm yelled. Scared that her friend was about to do something stupid, she threw open the car door and ran for the burning building.
This was completely unlike Nightcrawler, to just go barging in.