His, it was finally his, at last!

After all this time passed to planned the operation, all those hours of reflexion, all those days of surveillance, all those weeks of waiting. He was ready to act, and everything had gone according to plan.

The guards' shifts had happened at the expected moment, allowing him to sneak while the guards were chatting. After that, he had explored the corridors, they were like the blueprints he had managed to gathered and memorized during his daily visits, with various costumes and during the public hours. The security cameras were like he expected them to be, their location, angle, rotation speed and in particular, their blind spots. He knew all the places he could hide to escape the guards if needed.

He had studied the security systems around his objective, and he had found how to deactivated them. He had managed to reach and take his treasurer's recipient, what he had dreamed of was finally his, and he had managed to go out of the facility unnoticed.

He had forced himself to walk slowly on the street. If he had caught the attention of someone, walking alone in the night, it would have signed the end of him. And he could not allow himself to be taken before tasting his treasure.

Once at home, he went straight to the kitchen to fetch his can-opener. His hands were shaking with excitement. He was about to open the can, at last, he would be able to taste it. This unique dish, its recipe was lost and it was the last dose. He had prepared everything to fully enjoy it like the ancients did. He had ham and bread.

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Fighting the shaking of his hands, he barely managed to put the can-opener against the can’s metal side. He started to actioned the can-opener, the sharp object cut through the metal, and free its so awaited contents.

But a little deception was waiting for him. Inside the metal can was another recipient, a glass jar, with a green lid. However, it would not stop him, it took the jar in his hands moist with apprehension. And he threw over the metal can.

Holding the jar with a still shaking and moistening hand and the cover with the other, he started forced on it. He had to use all the muscles of his arms, in the two sense. Suddenly and without warning, the jar opened up with a ‘pop’ sound.

Almost in an instant, a light smell he had never smelt before started to spread in the kitchen. It was a smell that itched at his nose, but he knew he would like it. Greed working against him, he brought the open jar to his nose and smelled strongly at it. He hadn’t known the strength of what he was holding in his hands. He didn’t understand why his nose was itching so much, and why his face was feeling so hot. And when the heat and the itch started to become painful he started to be afraid of what he had done.

In less than a second, he felt the need to sneeze. He fought it, but it was too strong, and his body overwhelmed his will. With all the strength of his lungs, he coughed, and the jar escaped his hands and clashed on the kitchen’s ground.

Getting his breath back he realized his malfortune. He had destroyed the jar. He had soiled its contents with thousands of glass shards and dust.

He had destroyed the last dose on the whole planet. Never again anybody would taste mustard...