My name is Brown, Hilary Brown

Prologue

Tornatore Art Gallery, Rome

"Security control off."

"Message received," a masked boy said to the cell phone.

He was in the hall of the dark gallery. He put on laser-detector glasses. Indeed, the lasers were all gone.

"This is going to be a piece of cake," he muttered as he made his way to the center of the exposition. On each painting, he put a metallic device on each side of its frame. Then he took out a remote control and shot it at the chosen paintings. The metal devices minimized the masterpieces into the size of a finger nail. The boy pocketed them and called his partner.

"Send the helicopter," he said.

As he was waiting, the boy attached a pair of strong rope and shot the other end up to the ceiling window. He looked at his watch: 12:30 and 15sec. If that bastard didn't hurry, the security alarm would turn on again. Suddenly he heard the sound of a helicopter landing.

"At last," he murmured.

He distinguished the figure of his partner cutting through the glass for him to get through. The machine got stuck. The boy began to sweat: time was running out. When finally he got it back into place and the glass was cut off completely, his partner gave him a thumb up. As he was climbing up, the lasers were back on and one of them touched his backpack.

"Shit!"

The alarm rang wildly. The boy could hear the guards' footsteps running towards him. He climbed as fast as he could but the guards got there when he was on the point of getting pass the glass.

"Hold it right there!"

The guards shot down thewindow and the boy with it. He quickly detached himself from the rope and shot another one towards the helicopter. He took out a machine gun and with the eye if an eagle, shot back at the guards. His partner had gone back into the helicopter and dragged him along. When he was safe away from the building, he pulled himself up.

"Mission accomplished," his partner was saying into the cell phone. Then he turned to the boy, "Well done, Dranzer."