Hey, guys, as you know, I own nothing from this.
But first, to give you some info on my three characters (yes, mine)....
Skylar/ Sinbad: Day: blue hair, blue eyes, and glasses.
Night: dark brown hair, gray contacts.
He's tanned and slightly muscular. And 18.
Erika/ Eris: (the narrator) Day: shoulder length pink hair, green contacts
Night: waist length dirty blond hair, blue-gray eyes.
She's slightly light and rather thin. Also 18.
Dan/ Phoebos: Day: Stocking cap, fake facial hair, and black contacts.
Night: black afro type thing, brown eyes.
He's an African, and very smart. Also 18.
Alright, now that you've met my characters, let's get to the story. You'll also see why they've got two different looks.
Prologue
"Hey, Skylar, watch where you throw that grappling hook," I said. "You're lucky this is a practice run, or we would have been caught before we entered."
"Sorry, Erika," he replied. "Maybe we should take a break."
"You'd think after five years together, we'd get this right," another boy said.
"Yeah, but, Dan, there's room for error," I noted. "That's why we have to try our hardest. Anyways, we probably should be going, or we'll waste prime hours. So, where are we going again?"
"Russia," our tech-guy, Dan, said.
"Russia? But it's winter in Russia," I said.
"Yeah," Skylar added, "and friggen' cold, too."
"One more thing," I added as we neared the targeted area, "Don't forget the code names. Skylar, you're Sinbad. Dan, you're Phoebos. And I'm Eris. All right, don't forget, or you're dead!"
When the copter landed, we were outside an old-school abbey.
"Nice," Sky commented and we went to work; Skylar getting the hook up without a hitch. I went first, and when I climbed up, I noticed someone walking around outside.
"Cheese it, guys; someone's out there. Stay there; I'm going to check it out," and I hopped over the wall and crept up to the person, a boy with dual shades of blue hair, but what I noticed was that he wore no sleeves. Either he was used to it, or he was just plain crazy.
I moved silently closer.
"Who's there?" he demanded. Both his voice and his presence demanded respect.
I remained silent and tried to get away.
"Hey, you, get back here."
'Oh, shit,' I thought. Nothing is scarier than a thief running for their life, so I ran harder.
"Hold it right there," and I felt a hard hand grip my arm, and I halted immediately, hopefully giving tome to my comrades, and if they were smart enough, they'd leave me here.
I took out my knife and slashed his arm.
He let go out of pain and tried to stop his now freely running blood, while I ran and jumped the abbey wall and ran back to the chopper. Sometimes, I'm glad they aren't that smart.
"D'ya get it?" I asked.
"No," Dan said. "Too many traps. They have heat-sensitive floors, weight-sensitive floors, heat and weight sensitive floors. They even have places where spikes jet out at you and the floor opens, dropping you into rabid piranhas."
"And they can't even afford heat," Skylar added.
"I was able to disable their alarms; that was the easy part, but we could have used you in there."
"Sorry, but I was busy," I said, holding up my blood-stained knife.
"You killed someone?" Skylar asked.
"I was caught," I replied, "I slashed his arm."
"Oh."
"So what am I looking at?"
"The weight sensitive flooring is time release, meaning you can only be on one place there for a certain amount of time. You can't touch the heat sensitive floorings, or they'll copy your heat signature."
"Sounds easy enough," I said sarcastically.
"It gets better," Dan said, matching my sarcasm. "The ceilings for the rabid piranhas are weight sensitive, and they'll drop into the pool. The floors are, well, you can't step on them or they'll open up, dropping you in. The spikes are laser triggered, so you'll need aerosol smoke to see the lasers, then there are parts and traps that we haven't even seen."
"Yet they don't have heat? Sounds a little redundant if you ask me," I commented.
"It's only to keep the heat-sensitive floors from screwing up."
"Hey, I've got an idea. Anyone try the air vents?"
"Um...." Skylar said
"Well, no," Dan admitted.
"Go figure, did they have them?"
"Couldn't tell."
"Ah, ok then. Are you even sure it's been developed yet?"
"Yeah. It was used in the World Tournament."
"That's right. It was powerful. We need to get it or else it may fall into the wrong hands if it isn't already."
The next night, I went in alone. Dan was right, no heat. 'This must be where the heat-sensitive flooring is,' I thought. And there was an air vent, though it was too small, could still come in handy. I jumped up and caught the bar that stretched across the width of the hall and swung from bar to free bar until the heat sensitive floor past.
"You're at the weight sensitive flooring now," Dan said through my earpiece. I also noticed that the bars to the air vent ended where the weight floors began. 'How convenient,' I thought. 'A bit too cliché for my tastes.'
"Right," I whispered, jumping down and doing back flip after back flip across the floor.
"Heat and weight sensitive flooring," I heard, so I jumped back on the bars that conveniently started as the flooring ended, and the heat and weight sensitive flooring began, and swung across hall until I noticed a larger air duct, so I climbed inside and crawled through until I reached the room.
'This must be it,' I thought and I proceeded with caution.
First I sprayed the aerosol smoke to locate any lasers, and, sure enough, I found some. Carefully I wound my way through, having gotten down to the vent and right before I grabbed it, I tripped a laser, and an incredibly loud siren rang. Despite everything, I grabbed it and clambered back into the air vent and went back through, but instead of heading towards an exit, I ended up in someone's room.
"You!" a commanding voice said once I popped my head out of the vent.
"Yes, me," I retorted, letting myself fall out of the vent and landing on my feet. "I haven't much time, so let me through."
As I headed to the window, he grabbed my arm.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"None of your business," and I slashed at him again with my knife, the item safely in my pocket, but he had expected it and grabbed my armed hand with his free one.
I had no choice in what I did next, so in order to make him let go, I kicked him in the......yeah.
When he let go, due to, what I figured to be, immense pain, I ran towards the window and jumped and fell about two or three stories, rolled and kept going until I reached the chopper and climbed in. Skylar signaled the guy to take off and we where flying back home.
"Did you get it?" Skylar asked.
"Oh, yeah," I said, as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the Black Dranzer.