Shadow in the Night
Part One: ROB
Marcus was the night security guard at the Huang place. It was his job to protect his boss, Mr. Huang, from any one who wished him harm. Mr. Huang was the manager of a prominent bank in the Region, Asia International, and made millions every year. For whatever reason, Mr. Huang chose to live in the US. The paranoia that wracked Mr. Huang caused him to hire a night guard.
Just... One...
The Huangs's bedroom could only be reached by going up the stairs in the foyer (which were marble, of course), down the hall and through a saftey room.
The saftey room is a small room with just one door. This door leads to the Huangs's bed room, a well furnished but grim place, with the yellow haze of electric light; there wernt any windows for 'saftey' reasons. To enter the room, one must punch in an 8 digit code, and agree to retina and thumb scans. Anybody who did not match the scans or entered the code wrong was immeadiatly hit with 5000 volts of electricity by a special panel on the floor in front of the door. Mr. Huang and his wife, Nguyet, had a special key which allowed them to bypass the code and scans and immediatly open the door. The night guard also had one, but it was returned in the morning and and given back at night.
The night guards name was Rob. A dull, unimportant sounding name for for a dull, unimportant job. Rob, as we will call him, thought the latter description was expicially fitting for his job. In the warm, dark, quiet mileau that was his workplace, Rob ussualy dozed off in the early hours of the morning. And who wouldnt? Rob was only payed half pay, but was given lodging at a hotel (payed for by Mr. Huang), and a large meal by the cook. The Huangs also constantly had the heat turned on, summer or winter, for what ever reason known only to them.
With a full belly, Rob almost always dozed off. And this is where we find him now, dozing lightly, leaning against a marble column in the foyer. He would have continued sleeping, if not for the creaking sound most commonly attributed to ungreased doors or windows. This is the sound that woke Rob, was something opening a window in the kitchen. The something opening the window was in this case, a somebody. A somebody garbed in dark clothing, with an odd little pouch and small tube strung around his hip. He carried a small rucksack, which he had slung through the window before entering hisself. The burgular also smelled strangely of garlic.
Rob the night guard found the theif when he had just entered the building, and was closing the door. Rob was pearing through the cracked door, which was almost closed. The theif, when fully standing, was only around 5 feet, slender, and gave off an air that seemed to say 'im not important, dont notice me'! The theif then proceded to examine the cabinents, opening them, but not taking anything. Rob was about to pull out his gun when a draft shut the door. The noise was enough to alert the theif.
The theif looked towards the door from examining the cabinents. After a few moments, he started chuckling to hisself. Pulling the small tube from his waist, he grabbed a small, tufted object from the pouch: a dart. The theif put the dart in his mouth, moved it around a bit, then put the tube to his lips. The theif, nicknamed the Gentleman by fellow fiends, moved towards the door. The Gentleman opened in, and shot Rob square in the fore head.
"ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!" roared Rob, giving off a scream loud enough to wake the dead. He roared again, before coughing and spluttering, fell to the ground, foam frothing at his lips creating a small puddle.
The Gentleman cooly stepped over Robs prone form,then proceded up the marble stair case, but not before searching Rob and pocketing the small key he had.
The Gentleman walked through the house as if he had lived there all his life. Ignoring priceless peaces of art, he walked by them with out so much as a glance. Rembrandt, van Gogh, da Vinchi, they passed by without even registering to him. He reached the saftey room, a small room with just a lone door. The Gentleman put the key in the lock, pulled out a jar, opened the door and went inside.
"Here, catch this Jason" The Gentleman said, just loudly enough to wake up the Huangs, and then left the room. Jason Huang woke up with a start to find a jar in his lap. Mr. Huang only had enough time to gaze at it idioticaly before it exploded, the glass shredding Jason's face, and going into Nguyets' back. They both became uncounsios from the serum that coated the inside of the jar.
The Gentleman entered the room for the second time that night, and looked. He was looking for subltle clues that would give his quarry away. The Huangs, thinking they were secure in their room, may have gotten slack in their security measures. The Gentleman found what he was looking for: A fold in the carpet, and above it, a shade of orange, slighty darker than the rest of the room.
The Gentleman pulled a shortened crowbar from his rucksack, and wedged the wall section from the rest of the wall. Behind it was a safe, with a keyhole; the same key for the door would fit into this hole. The Gentleman opened the safe, but was not dismayed by what he saw. Inside the safe where financial papers. Its was an old trick the Gentleman had experienced many times before. The safe's door was too thick; there was a safe inside the door. The Gentleman soon had the door safe cracked.
Expecting money, the Gentleman almost dropped the door with shock. All that was left was a crude note on a torn peace of paper that read:
'I've beaten you to the price. There is nothing left'
The Gentleman was even more surprised by who had signed the note:
'-R.O.B.'
End of Part One
