“Excuse me ma’am.” A man in casual clothing had confronted the counter woman of the museum.
“Yes, how may I help you?”
The man stood motionless for awhile and pulled out his identification card and presented it to her.
The woman gave an astounded look, her eyes were bulging. “Um, Sir, the theft is at the Coronation Gallery. It’s very strange that he’s alone.”
“Thank you for your support. I suppose that you should evacuate this building at once. It is going to get messy.”
Without anything else to say, the woman exited with her belongings together with the strange man. As they left, the windows cracked as groups of SWAT troops swarmed into the hall and began storming each section of the museum. Onays heard the sounds of stomping boots and realized that it was time to abscond.
“The feather, we have to teleport somewhere!” Onays whined.
“You there, don’t move a muscle!” a SWAT troop had shouted, aiming the MP5.
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Onays ignored as he sprinted away as bullets began to rain around him. Anissa trailed him from behind as he meandered through the halls as the walls were holed with more bullets and dust blurred his eye sight. The whistling sounds of the bullets deafened his ears, he produced a mild headache as he ran further to avoid the SWAT troops.
“Roof top. I repeat. Roof top. Set up a blockade perimeter.”
“Roger sir!”
Arriving at the end of a corridor, Onays opened up a door and he saw a stair leading upwards. He abruptly closed it back and locked it and proceeded toward the stairs. The door behind him began to knock vehemently followed by extreme yells.
Onays listened carefully to their conversation from the other side of the door.
“Plant the C4!”
“Anissa we better make hay!” said Onays terrified, this time he pulled her hand. The door flung away with an explosion, smoke soon shrouded the expanse. Onays coughed all the way to the roof top. To his demise, a dozen of SWAT troops had alighted a helicopter and all their guns were pointed at him. There was nowhere to run anymore.
“You are surrounded. Do not attempt to retaliate!” a speaker from the helicopter had warned Onays. “Drop your weapons if you have them armed!”
In tense situations like this, Onays had to give up. He bent his knees on the floor and curled his arms behind his neck. Two SWAT troops steadily approached him with their guns prepared. When they drew closer, both of them began to jump on their legs as Onays had suddenly vanished from their sight. Their mission was a failure.