Operation Protocol [Book 1]

Chapter 1: Chaos

The midnight air howled against the rustling and swaying motion of tree branches, looming as a silhouette, arched at an angle, as if to scare any intruders with its guise of a monster's long teeth and mouth. There was a crackling sound nearby, further down the path, covered with leaves and branches, guarding its territory. I inhaled a deep sigh, clenched my teeth and tightened my grasp with the blacklight, I clutched in my hand. I passed stealthily and gradually, every few moments scanning the area, to notice anything out of the ordinary or suspicious.

I pushed apart the branches with leaves, as I got closer to where that crackling sound came from. The crackling sound increased in volume as I edged closer and closer. Crimson, fiery lava flooded the area and cracks formed on the ground I was standing on, in all different patterns. I was oblivious to the fact of this happening until a surge of burns and redness aches and scarred my skin. Despite the aching pain agonising me, I scurried as swift like the wind.
I hesitated but glopped down my fear. I clambered upwards the volcano, with lava erupting and slipping down the volcano, entering the ground and leaving a black ashen colour. Pieces of the volcano crumbled, plummeting down. I stumbled, nearly losing my balance on the scorching, red and irregular steps, crumbling quickly. A twinkling red light shone further away west, where a small intricately detailed box was perched on the side, waiting patiently. I jumped but slipped, picking up rubble as I struggled.

I climbed up and jumped inside the volcano. At the other side of the volcano, I saw a red box with cursive writing engraved on it in gold letters saying 'Property of Richard D. Jonathan 1846.' I wiped off the dust and cobwebs it was covered in. I found a paper lying around near the box and took it up to my face, seeing a code to open it. I used the code and opened the chest with another paper there, creased and browned with age. It said 'Hello Agent Kyla Charleston, there's someone out there on one of the mountains, waiting for you. They're someone you'll know by a simple gaze instantly. Here's information, you'll need for the mission you're assigned with them. You have to leave for New Zealand to protect one of New Zealand's notorious agents, Macelia Wyatt from getting in harm's way.'_______________________________________________________I closed the box lid and I ran, jumping over to the stops, where lava was nowhere near to be overflowing on. I tucked the paper in my pocket. I slid down the volcano's rocky and bit rough surface down to the tracks I was at before entering the volcano. I saw someone at one of the mountains, waving and waiting for me to come. I hesitated but continued dashing to the mountain. I felt the bitter chill of the winter breeze, brushing against my skin. I clambered up the mountain slope, my arms clutching at my chest for warmth.I halted at the peak of the mountain and then, a figure strolled to me, with a smile on their face, that I recognised anywhere. It was Larela! "Kyla, here's your watch you'll need for our mission together. Put it on quickly as time is running out of us." Larela spoke in a tone, which demanded respect and seemed authoritative-like. I took the watch and thanked her with respect. I fumbled around, trying to use my watch from Larela. Larela grunted in frustration and insisted on helping me. I refused but gave in easily as Larela knew me too well, with our years of training today for this day. I swiped my watch and clicked a folder, from the agency's files, for what we needed on our mission._____________________________________________________Larela pointed at a spot on the file I had opened on the watch, with the vital information. She whispered something to me, that wasn't audible but I knew what she meant. Time was running out and we were needed to depart a few hours after. Larela and I clambered down the mountain slope, with snow cascading down. My teeth began chattering and I struggled against this impeccable force, invisible. I clutched tight to the watch as this was the only way of communication I had with Larela and the agency I worked with. Larela turned away, silent and serious. She was usually like this whenever we had a mission. It had me miss the times that Larela wasn't so serious and had missions to fulfil like how it was before all of this happening. We meandered to a dusty and dimly-lit alleyway, concealed from the public.
We pressed the buttons on it to enter the passcode, as this was where we arranged and planned our actions for every mission, successfully without anyone knowing. The machine scanned our retinas and ID badges for entry. There was a loud green bleep, confirming that our entry was accepted. There were large, puffy clouds of dust and cobwebs accumulated, as this was an abandoned and long-forgotten building basement. We layered off our coats and spyware. We perched on our chairs and typed our passwords on our computers to our agency's software to devise a mission plan and a back-up plan if anything goes horribly, wrong, which was a rare occurrence. Larela and I exchanged glances and went to our board, where we sketched and discussed our plans, including any changes we needed to do. I felt a sweat, cascading my neck and the air felt stuffy and warm. I nearly, collapsed out of exhaustion of my exertions out today. Larela grasped hold of me just in time and she touched my forehead to check my temperature. Her brows furrowed whenever I exerted myself too much. Larela was always serious and professional, which was an annoyance I unwillingly had to bear. She scolded at me about this happening again and we have to be for all our missions. She dragged our suitcases and unzipped them. She shook my head, waiting for me to arouse into conscience again. She slammed the floor with her and my clothes with our spy-equipment.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

We zipped our suitcases and we grabbed and placed on your jackets, loading them with our essential spy gadgets, equipped with us whenever we're in emergencies with a portable first-aid kit. We tapped on our watches, sending a message to the agency for the transport to New Zealand for our mission, defeating this unknown threat there, a danger to one of New Zealand's notorious agents, Macelia Wyatt. There was a silent and distant murmuring of engines, operating outside our current situation.

We clutched our suitcases and entered the passcode to depart of the secret location. The door beeped and audible green signal, opening up. We sauntered out of the russet door and entered the lockdown passcode as we were not going back for a long period. The pathways of the aircraft opened silently, with our pilot on the entrance, welcoming us, clearly aware of our assigned and risky mission in New Zealand.

"Welcome Agents Larela and Kyla here to your destination, New Zealand, for your mission. We wish you a safe journey and good luck for your mission." greeted Admiral Luther. He gestured for us to come inside the aircraft. Larela firmly gripped my hand and trudged me, reluctantly to the aircraft. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a calligraphy engraved plating across the aircraft. There was a sapphire blue etched painting of the ocean with our names written in cursive lettering. The bottom had golden and diamond-studded legs, reflecting the bright, luminous glow on the aircraft with our reflections. Larela pinched my hand to capture my attention as I wondered still in motion, admiring and lusting the beauty of the aircraft like a child. We trotted up the staircase to the aircraft entrance. The pilot politely offered to store away our luggage.

He grasped the luggage and heaved it up in the top compartment open, and tightly, shutting the compartment securely, with a click. The pilot trotted back up the stairway to the flight panel, to operate the aircraft. I scrutinised the pilot intently; something was suspicious about him, which I couldn't quite grasp. His expressions were impeccable for me to analyse him as if he had done this by purpose, knowing well enough to know of me watching him for any suspicion. Larela was there where the seats were allocated for us, waving her hands in my direction. There was a wonderful fragrance in the air, rejuvenating and refreshing my senses, and calming me. I strolled down calmly, to where our reserved en suite was. Larela had her back slightly, arched and a smile beamed in her face, her eyes twinkling from the reflection of the warm yellow sunshine.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I inhaled the sweet aura of the fragrance of my favourite scents rosemary and cherry blossoms. Larela leapt on her bed. The bed had beautiful velvet burgundy duvets/pillows, with a special touch of a crystal chandelier, hanging above it. The crystals chimed and clashed against each other, beaming iridescent rays of pearly-white light. On the left side, there was a bedside dressing table, with diamond knobs with the drawers' exterior painted with a burgundy knob, which reflected in the light. There was an audible green bleep as a screen popped up on our watches, with a message from the agency, informing us with other vital information about our threat. The threat was going at midnight to the Catherine Parques Hotel, to bomb Macelia's hotel room and capture. The aircraft pathways shut in a click, signalling to us it's time for lift-off for New Zealand.

Larela grabbed her laptop and deciphered the access codes to the security surveillance cameras. The pilot was speaking on a microphone to an unknown number on the security surveillance cameras; however, there was much difficulty in deciphering some parts of his words as the audio was distorted. The pilot got up from his seat and opened a ladder to an unknown secret chamber above the flight panel control. He stomped up on the stairway and pulled it down and locked with a click. Afterwards, the screen turned pitch-black and a red sign bleeped on Larela's screen, reading Unauthorised access detected!. Sensors and alarms were ringing turbulently. Many questions prodded my curiosity to know more as this was suspicious action from a pilot. Could he be involved with the threat's plans after all or was he the threat all along?

We rewind the footage to see if there was anything we had missed the first time when we viewed the security footage recorded. There was something, poking out of the pilot's left hand, which looked like a USB likely, to have stored some top-secret information that we needed to know asap. Larela shut down the laptop screen and got up, heading to the exit. I grasped her arm before she left and glanced at her with authority. We needed to know what we could do, first as following our instincts usually, leading to unwanted trouble and suspicion, which we wanted to avoid. I sat Larela down and took up my notepad and pen, to jot down the most important info we knew straight away.

I quickly sketched and wrote down what we knew so far, which wasn't enough evidence for us yet to prove the pilot is working with the threat, we must defeat. I showed to Larela and she grinned, showing her approval to go further ahead with our plan. We grabbed our jackets and dashed up the 2 flights of stairs, leading to the flight panel where the pilot had recently, left. There were multiple buttons and signs anywhere, enough to distract and confuse someone completely. We had to be quick as the pilot would be coming back soon. We took out our magnifying glasses and peered everywhere. We dusted off the floor and the flight panel for fingerprints and footprints. Afterwards, from taping every visible piece of evidence we had, we picked the USB, left on the floor with gloves as to not leave a single trace of our presence, as we would be busted.

There were a thud and unlocking of the ladder reopening. We scurried the stairs as fast as we could so the pilot would not know we were there. The pilot pushed down the ladder down and clambered down the steps of the 2 flights. Larela and I quickly rushed to where we were before. Larela plugged the USB drive into the port of her computer. There were 5 rows of files and videos in a folder. We found an unnamed folder. The unnamed folder had a file names 'clues/info for a bomb explosion at Catherine Parques Hotel at midnight, today'. We pressed and clicked with multiple threads of words, a plan and a diagram displaying the actions, that were to be taken. Larela and I exchanged glances, interlocked as a sign of agreement of the pilot being a likely, suspect. We tapped a message to notify the agency about the pilot, is a likely suspect, and what is going to happen at the expected bomb explosion at the Catherine Parques Hotel.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We devised a plan to stop and protect the victim Macelia from harm. There was a bleep on our watches, saying that we have a message from the agency. It said 'Congratulations on finding more information that we need. We're sending you help with the plan of protecting Macelia. You must train and remember this course of action and also inform New Zealand's authority and police to be there at the Hotel at that time. Come at 9 pm sharp and don't be late!' We entered the passcode to enter and lock our area so the pilot couldn't get in if in suspicion. We clambered down the staircase to the area, where there was a hidden training room, whom we only knew. The machine spoke 'Authentication required of identity' and it had scanned her retinas, also summoning us for our ID badges/fingerprints. There was a loud green bleep, and the towering metal and silver doors opened, accepting our entry.
There were weapons encased in black leather, gloves and a boxing ring for the agents to complete their mandatory training for each mission we were assigned to complete. We took our boxing gloves and gear and got up in the boxing ring. My breathing quickened and my heart thumped hard. I carefully dodged and ducked when Larela punched in the air. Larela's chest heaved and sweat drooled down her face, red of exhaustion of such physical exertions. I sliced side by side and hitting when Larela was off-guard. Unfortunately, she had counterattacked it and faced against the opposite direction, perfectly with precision. I gestured for Larela to come over and have a rest. She glanced at us like a hawk, her face emotionless. I jumped off the boxing ring ends and flipped over it, scratching the floor with my fingernails, sore from pain. She hesitated but followed after me. I unstrapped my boxing gloves and headpiece with ease, falling right flat on the hard concrete landing.
Larela did the same but she was breathing heavily, eyes facing the floor. There was something wrong for her, Larela would only do this if in doubt of any success in the mission, which was rare for her to do. This wasn't unusual for me to know what's going on. She stuttered midway, trailing off to grasp her samurai sword from where it was. There I saw two, raw scars, on her arm, slightly visible under her shirt, she's wearing. Her teeth were clenched and her eyebrows were furrowed, attempting to minimise the amount of agony she was in, even though she hated me seeing her in pain, which was not odd for me knowing her very well. I edged closer and gently felt the scars, with crimson flesh spattered on my fingers. She stepped back and flinched, letting a quiet cry of agony. I grabbed the antiseptic wipes, pain-soothing cream and plasters for the scars. I opened the flap of the wipes and firmly, gripped Larela's arm and used the wipes to clear off the flesh, remaining. Then, I had taken the cream and smothered it all over the scars and applied on the plasters, delicately not to cause her any more pain. Her teeth were not clenched anymore and her expression slowly, eased normally, again. She ushered me off as she despised making a fuss over scars or wounds, that she had.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------She quickly, snatched the samurai sword, elegantly with such cutting ease, I couldn't quite grasp ever. It shone as bright like a diamond in the light, blinding me that I had to close my eyes to avoid getting blinded by it. I ducked under Larela's outstretched arm and carefully, took another samurai sword, aware of its sharp and piercing blade ridges. I arched my back as low as I could manage without causing any injury to my back and gripped it firmly by the handle on my side, not to accidentally cut or cause any bleeding wounds to myself. Larela's eyes diverted to my direction and her arm was lowered. I ignored Larela's footsteps and padded stealthily, the way how Larela usually had done when her back was arched very low on rough flooring boards.
I halted, still and my ears alert to pick up any suspicious sounds from anyone. I felt my hand tug at my leg, their grip firm but rough dragging me backwards. I turned back to see a cheeky grin on Larela as she saw me crawling behind her. She tugged at my shirt sleeve, dragging me closer to me by the collar cuff of my shirt. She quickly, unshifted her samurai sword cleanly and carefully, so not to scrape my delicate skin on its platinum blade, which shone in the light, luminously. I wiggled, continuously until Larela's firm grip had loosened to allow me to move freely. I stood up and stretched my tense muscles and elegantly, yet not as graceful as Larela's usual attempts, unshifted my samurai sword and secured my grip down on its leather-bound handle. Larela slowly got up and snatched at her white samurai robe, wiggling through quickly enough for her arms to go through. She tied firmly, the straps secure. She was stretching and conditioning her body to be ready for samurai sword training with me next. I sauntered towards her at her left side and began doing the same as Larela.
After some time, we began doing our drills and skills, we have learned from our classes, years ago today when we were training to be secret agents. Larela fought excellently, as usual, me slightly, behind in my skills of samurai sword use and executed karate perfectly with not a single drop of sweat dripping down her forehead.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After an hour or two of our samurai training, we began to practise our gymnastics training and escape plan route skills. There was a red alert beeping loud on the speakerphone, stating an emergency crisis and that the plane was crashing approximately 15 minutes. Something was faulty with these engines but what could it be? Time was short but there's not enough time to be standing and pondering a solution. We had to act quick and swift on our feet, a plan to stabilise the aeroplane near the Catherine Parques hotel.
We took off everything we had on us and swiftly, putting it back in its place. We dashed to the door and kicked it open together and saw the pilot lying dead on the floor with wounds and cuts everywhere. Above us, where the air panel was, there was a strange silhouette there, intent on managing the air panel. We sneakily yet quietly padded the steps to the aeroplane and with us, a bat to wack the intruder off unconscious. However, we were wrong to underestimate them. They struck just like Larela did and dodged her every blow, with a gun, pointed towards her head. I quickly stood behind the intruder, batted them and watched the gun flying from their grasp. Luckily, the intruder was distracted long enough for Larela to break free of its grasp and recover her strength, she usually had. I kicked straight into the intruder's head and side hard, falling dead to the ground with a wound forming on its head. I grasped the gun and shot it to the intruder's head and blasted an ear-deafening blow to its head. The aeroplane was shaking and descending fast and I fumbled a minute the controls to stabilise the aeroplane near the3 Catherine Parques. I had checked my watch and it was 8:50 pm, 10 minutes to 9 pm as our boss had commanded us to come. I turned left and right, carefully managing to land the aeroplane with a bit of time to spare before the attack was going to take place.
We took all our weapons and gadgets we needed to ensure Macelia was safe from, harm's way. When the plane landed, it was with a gentle thud and bounce on the dusty rubble, which was ground. I opened the exit door to the plane and Larela was behind me, dragging the corpse of the intruder and me with the corpse of the pilot.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------An anatomic bomb was ticking and time was running out. We hurried, my legs throbbing and arms aching with the heavyweight of the corpse of the pilot on us. Then, there was a vast fiery-orange explosion of the aeroplane engines in flames and debris flew everywhere and every direction. Then, I saw a neon green cursive sign saying 'The Catherine Parques Hotel' near and closer as we advanced closer to where we were. Exhausted and out of breath, we staggered in an effort, trailing the corpses behind us as quickly as possible, with security guards patrolling and watching the area.
We hid under a low dim wall, where nearly no one was around. I eyed around for any surveillance cameras and looked up to see a red lint from a surveillance camera recording us. I tapped Larela on the shoulder and whispered gently to her ear "You lift me with the tools to dismantle the surveillance camera and ensure we're not seen otherwise we're busted." She nodded and quietly unzipped her backpack and took out a hammer and screwdriver, passing it to me and supporting me up on the weight of her shoulders. Larela fidgeted, clearly in agony as I fumbled around for a moment, feeling for any wires or metal.
I gently twisted and turned at the wires with the screwdriver and used the hammer to smash the camera off the wall so we could investigate the footage recorded possibly of helping us. There were a paper and a USB drive, which was attached to the camera, which I removed with tweezers and placed in a plastic bag so we didn't get our trace of fingerprints left on it.
There was a loud stamping of footsteps and a murmur of voices, which was more audible as they edged closer and closer to where we were hiding. Larela quickly, descended my hefty weight off her shoulders, effortlessly despite her fatigue. She snatched everything in my grasp and clammed it securely in her backpack and pulling me away, my grip now back on the corpse of the pilot, the scent filled with rotting blood. I turned my head back and pinched my nose to not inhale its disgusting smell and rushed behind Larela, elsewhere as we could be caught by the security guards by accident.
We exhaled and retreated by a wall a couple of yards away from the guards, safe for now or were we? I felt an itch creeping up my back, which I ignored despite my insistent urge of scratching at it.-------------------------------The security guards were obscured from our view when a huge silhouette of a strange creature looked over the corner. My mind started racing with so many questions, which overwhelmed me with a feeling of fear creeping over me. I tugged at Larela's sleeve gently, my grip on the corpse's physical form tighter than before. I halted my breathing and slightly popped out my head nearer to scan the area more clearly.
I heard footsteps and then a gun blasted through the air, bullets ricocheting everywhere. I had to lunge and drag Larela and corpses to a crouch, just to avoid the fatal chance of early death, so early on a mission. The bullets bounced off the walls and headed straight through the strange figure's chest. Then, I heard a tumultuous cry of agony and pain, escaping the figure's body within its last moments of life left in them.
I advanced out of our hiding place and saw the coast was clear. I whistled to Larela, that it was all clear and safe to go. Larela grabbed my arm and dragged me while hurrying so fast that I began to feel a little dizzy, which had then subsided rather quickly. There was a gentle dripping sound of water from the ceiling of an underground secret tunnel. Through the walls as we passed through the tunnel, I caught glimpses of conversations from different people and rooms in the hotels, several I had heard and could instantly recognise within seconds, and others, I didn't know. Larela diverted to the left, right and a couple of turns until we were in the back of the hotel rooms, where our agency had been waiting for us.
I turned my head and saw another door, leading to where I could distinctly hear our manager's voice and his crew, supporting him. I lightly nudged Larela's shoulder and lifted my head to where the next door. Larela nodded and padded lightly with me following her. I shook the handle gently and it automatically opened. Larela and I went through the other door as well. We turned the handle and there was a mumbling of voices there. There, standing in front of us, were our manager and crew wearing big smiles on their faces, but they looked exhausted and weary.--------------------------------They gestured us to come closer. At first, we had hesitated in case of any traps were in here, but Larela and I had advanced cautiously, knowing nowhere were safe and that we had to be alert at all times, meaning we are in danger. Larela and I went to a low, concealed corner where they were, turning back our heads every few seconds to see if any strange activity had occurred before us without us knowing. We crouched down and our manager unzipped his backpack and lent us cameras, magnifying glasses, fingerprint stamps, our other weapons and also important documents, with other information vital for the survival of the targeted victim.
The crew were fumbling around on their laptops, hacking into the security cameras and the recorded footage. They gesticulated for us to see as it seemed that they had found important footage, which could aid us with our mission. There was four, tall and unseeable figures hiding behind the heart of the hotel near the security rooms, monitoring the daily footage. Two of the figures went to the left and had shut down the security surveillance cameras, a few minutes ago. Our manager checked his watch and showed us that it's nearly time for the upcoming attack on their victim.
We all got up and padded as to not sound any cameras and alarms, which could ruin our plans of rescuing their victim from harm's way. We had our weapons at our side and scanned the whole area and footsteps were coming down the corridor of the second floor, where we were. We hurried, hiding near where Macelia's hotel room was. They kicked open the door and grunted angrily, their breath disgusting. I peered at the side and caught a glimpse of Macelia there. I nudged at Larela's shoulder and she whispered to everyone that it's time now to act.
We came out of where we were hiding and the figures all started and began firing at us. We all dodged and ducked, using our skills to the best of our ability. One of them went straight for Macelia. Macelia had a look of confusion and yet worry written across her face and attempted to escape. It was cut short by one of them holding her neck firmly, cutting off her oxygen supply. I sauntered to where Macelia was held captive, firing bullets at the figure's back. I covered my ears, muffling the loud cry of the figure dropping down on the floor. Macelia fell on the floor, gasping for breath and peered up towards me.-------------------------------I lent my hand and dragged Macelia up on her feet. "Macelia, we must go. It's not safe here anymore for you! Come with me and you'll be safe from harm's way." I whispered. Macelia nodded and followed me, without objection. Another figure of the gang got in the way and fired at me. I somersaulted and did a true backflip at them, blasting a bullet and slicing through their limbs through my razor-sharp samurai swords. They staggered down to the floor, limp and dead flat on the floor on the spot. I toothed a quick smile and hurried towards the floor, kicking it wide open and still running with my grip on Macelia firmly.
I went straight two corridors, right then left a couple of times and we were out of the city by an hour's fast-paced running. During that time, Larela, our manager and the crew had killed all the gang members and evacuated everyone from the hotel to safety. There was a bleep on my watch, a message from Larela asking where I was with Macelia.
I quickly typed the location to her and she replied by them being there in a few minutes. Meanwhile, I attended to Macelia's wounds and fixed them temporarily. I interrogated Macelia about everything she knew and her life. I informed that help was coming very soon. We stroked down the streets of Alstrem, hearing the hustle and bustle of lively city-life, further away from the hotel.
We had bought a few items from the stalls and paid for two nights at a hotel, nearby and we had rested there a bit. Then, I heard a loud sound outside our hotel room door. I got up and answered the door, to see Larela and everyone else with her safely. I exhaled a sigh of relief at the sight of them. I embraced Larela tightly and then told her everything Macelia had told me. I sat Larela down and got out a piece of paper and a pen. Then, I began discussing our next course of action with her.---------------------------------I stretched out our strategies and course of action for the next suspected attack on Wednesday 20th January, which was when the great Grand Ball for prestigious guests held annually. Larela snatched the pen off my hand and scrawled on the paper, a few changes, which seamed uneffortlessly well with the other courses of action. Our manager prodded gingerly on my shoulder, me needing to tilt my head slightly to face our manager. He seemed weary yet concerned, his hair messy and ruffled slightly. He smiled weakly with exhaustion written in just one look of his eyes.
He took something out of his pockets and handed me in my right hand, a USB and some documents. I took the USB and documents, also then getting my laptop to plug the USB drive in to see what was on it. I turned it on and typed the password code and fingerprint scanner, plugged the USB drive right in the plug charging cord cable and it had a multitude of videos and documents. Our managers sighed, crouching down to me and pressing the last row of files chosen as it is deemed to be important.
I pressed the first file document, which had a diagram and a lot of writing, which seemed to be the game's upcoming attack plan to follow through. This was perfect as we knew perfectly well what they'll be doing and we'll be able to be prepared and have an easy triumph. I jotted down everything from it on the piece of paper I had gotten out. I exited out the document and clicked to the video. The quality of the video was very poor and the audio was distorted, meaning it's difficult it decipher what they're saying clearly.
"Get the loot from the tunnel door, that's open! We'll need it!" shouted one of the tall figures in the video."I'm moving and getting the loot we need now! Picture, aren't ya gonna help me or am I doing it on my own?" responded one of the short and stout figures of the group.Two men were grunting and running over to help him carry the weight of the chest; they pulled and lifted the chest out of the tunnel door, clumsily and nearly knocking it into the rest of their group.
"Mind your step, you clumsy fools! One more misstep and we'll be busted because of you three!" shouted the leader harshly at the three men. They were startled and they flinched, their faces terrified and concerned about their plan not working out successfully. They dashed carefully, sounding alarms off and security guards flooded the area, inspecting and walking through every area, whether the thieves were still there or not. The recording stopped and the screen went pitch-black. Who were those men and why did they go for the loot so desperately? Questions filled my mind and I felt very confused by what I had just accounted.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------