Free Hunters Part 1

This story will be like Rabk, a story written in many parts, but unlike Rabk, this story is a little more serious. I'm not saying that its creepy or scary, just serious. Let me present to you, my new story.

Free Hunters

Museum Theft
Part 1

R.J. and Terral stood on the roof of the museum. As R.J. used a heated knife to cut through the skylight's glass, Terral kept watch for anything that might be a threat. Although she saw nothing, she knew that someone was out there on the roof. "We're being watched," she said nervously. R.J. looked up at her. "You are so paranoid. Nobody could have possibly known about our plans." Terral kept staring at the rest of the empty roof. "I know," she said, sighing, "But it still seems too easy." R.J. rolled his eyes. "Sure it is," he said sarcastically, "Now help me pull this skylight off." Terral went over to the opposite side of the skylight from R.J. and they lifted the skylight out of place. R.J. put his hand to the earpiece that he was wearing. "Any cameras, Winston?" he asked. A voice crackled in. "All cameras are deactivated, R.j. You're free to go." R.J. jumped down into the hallway, followed closely by Terral. Both took out small cylindrical objects from their pockets and squeezed them. The cylinders instantly began glowing a green light. In the light, the features of the two criminals could be seen. R.J. had jet black hair and an Asian face. Terral was very different. She was Caucasian with dirty-blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Okay, Bren," said R.J. "Where do we go?" A different voice came into the earpiece. "Just a moment, R.J. Winston's pulling up your information. " Winston's voice came in. "Okay, now we can read your homing signals. R.J. leaned against a wall. "Just tell us where to go." "Patience, R.J. All you need to do is go through the door next to the wall you're leaning on.You'll find a door on the other side of that room. Go through it and you'll be in the right room." R.J. jumped back to his feet and started picking the lock. It was a very large lock, but because the museum building was made before the Condensing, it was a simple lock to pick. The Condensing was the time when the whole population of Keartone, the Great City, was condensed into a much smaller walled area. Soon, R.J. had picked the lock, and they were in. As Terral followed R.J. through the doorway, she turned, but she saw nothing. R.J. turned to look at her. "What are you doing? We don't have all night!" "I don't know," said Terral, still staring at the empty hallway. "I thought I heard something." "That's great," said R.J., annoyed. "Now can we move on?" Slowly, Terral turned back towards R.J. and followed him into the room the needed to get to. In the middle of the room was a glass case. Inside of it was a case was an ancient mask, from before the Condensing. R.J. pulled the heat knife out of his pocket. "Are the alarms off, Winston?" he asked. "Off as could be." said the voice. Bren's voice came in soon afterwards. "Now, R.J., take your time. We don't want anything crashing around." "You got it," said R.J., turning on his knife. R.J. bent down to the exhibit and stabbed the knife into the glass. He slowly cut a circle into the glass as Terral watched silently from behind him. After a short while, R.J. pulled his knife out and grabbed the top of the newly made glass circle. "Done," he breathed. A sigh of relief came from both Terral and the voices in the earpiece.Terral slowly reached into the hole, but paused, saying "The alarms are off, right?" "You got it," said Winston. She pulled the golden mask out of the exhibit. She smiled. "Funny mask, eh?" "Yeah," said R.J., chuckling. "Who were the Greeks, anyway?" As they laughed, the unwanted sound of an alarm echoed through the room.

To Be Continued.