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The summer wind weaved through the blades of grass and carried the sweet scent of the garden. Stars glittered in the sky, waving down to their spectator. It was a peaceful night, not even the cicadas wanted to ruin the serene melody.
The calm silence easily allowed him to hear the sound of footsteps but, he didn’t turn around. He knew they would show up eventually. A cheeky smile appeared on his face as a familiar voice finally spoke.
“What are you doing out so late, Thes-”
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The ocean of fog swallows most of the rocky scenery and the sky seems to melt into the far-off mountains. The oil paint was meticulously placed from the tiniest tree to the cuff on a coat. There’s almost a sadness in Tommy’s heart to see it go.
He’s been studying the painting for the last three weeks, well studying everything about his mission. He knows it’s called ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’ and that was made in 1818. It was created by Caspar Friedrich during German Romanticism. He knows every depiction of its meaning and that it’s currently worth over 650,000 primes.
Tommy also knows that a guard will be rounding the corner in two minutes.
Disabling the three separate layers of security takes less than a minute. Opening the poster tube slung across his shoulder, Tommy carefully puts the painting in its temporary home.
He’s got the painting with 30 seconds to spare which means he could get out of here with no run-ins. He just had to go down this corridor, passed the security guard, up the post, and out the second-floor window. Wait, why is the guard here?
Of course, the one day that Tommy needs the stereotypical nonchalant security guard is when they start to take their job seriously. Maybe he can just wait until they pass by then-
“HEY, YOU!”
Yayyyyyy
“YOU OVER THERE! SLOWLY COME TOWARDS ME WITH YOUR HANDS UP.” They move to take out the taser that's secured on their belt.
This is fine, Tommy has this totally under control. He’s a master of getting away, he’s never been caught for a reason.
“Who me?” Maybe it was dumb luck.
“WHO THE FUCK ELSE KID!” The security guard, a feline hybrid, slowly inched toward Tommy.
Maybe he could play innocent. It’s not like he was dressed head to toe in a black suit with blood-red accents and wore a cape that surrounded his entire body. So maybe that option wouldn’t work.
“Ok no need to shout, you’re like ten feet away.” Stall, that’s all you can do. “Maybe I don’t feel safe enough to come near you, I mean we just met and you’re swinging a taser at me. I know a lot of people find me annoying at first-”
“OH SHUT UP KID.” Now Tommy has a taser pointed directly at his head. That’s not even how you’re supposed to use those.
“Welp this has gone on too long” Tommy whispers.
Bright red bursts from his fingers and dances its way toward the guard. The mesmerizing strands gave off a light glow, lighting up the different paintings on the wall. It must’ve been a terrifying sight to the guard as they ran away before his magic could reach them.
“That was easy.” At that moment, the security alarm started blaring down the halls. “...I hate my life sometimes”