Perfect Enemy
...Thirteenth Part: Dark...
I walked through the guards easily, like every other time I'd stolen something. These people somehow never ceased to be funny – they were so stupid; so easy to trick. And the security systems were just as futile. A few quick taps, and I could get by those, too.
When I reached the room I was looking for, it was eerily desolate. All the halls were empty. There wasn't a single sound to be heard.
"It's almost creepy," I muttered, smiling slightly anyway. So this was either going to be incredibly easy, or it would get pretty interesting later. Both options I didn't really mind. I could use a challenge now and then. There was that familiar adrenaline rush just thinking about it.
I pushed open the door and stepped into the room – no traps on the floor. I scanned the room for any other possible threats. There was nothing; nothing there except for the display cases scattered around the room, and the particular artwork I was looking for right in the center of it all.
The Fortune Teller was simply a crystal ball. Very cliché, very typical. There wasn't really anything too spectacular about it. The only thing that could be considered even remotely intriguing was the fact that the orb was so clear that if you only glanced at it, you could mistake it for not being there at all.
Well, not it really wouldn't be there. I snatched it out of its case with no resulting alarms triggered. It was almost too easy. Either I was getting too good or something was up.
Then I thought I saw something in the artwork. An image that I thought I should recognize, but my mind didn't have time to process what it really was, because as soon as I turned my attention to it, the image had disappeared.
Puzzling over that glimpse and the overall quietness of the museum, I made my exit.