After the event concluded, Reese remained on duty, ensuring that Jasper and his family were safely escorted back to their residence. His watchful eyes followed the entourage until they were securely within their home, not allowing himself to relax until he was certain there were no lingering concerns.
Knowing that Jasper might go out tonight, he reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed Dwight's number. "Hey, Dwight," Reese greeted as soon as his friend answered the call. "Just wanted to touch base. Let me know if you hear anything about Jasper and his friends heading out again, alright?"
Dwight's voice came through the line, reassuring Reese with its familiar tone. "Sure thing, Reese. I'll keep an ear out and let you know if anything comes up. Stay safe out there." With a nod of gratitude, Reese ended the call and went home.
As Reese settled back into his rented home, the events of the day replayed in his mind like scenes from a movie. The feeling of foreboding still lingered, urging him to dove deeper into the mysteries he had encountered.
Reese glanced at his watch, and it was only 6:00 p.m. With time to spare before he could return to Robinsons Galleria, he decided to use the opportunity to gather his thoughts and plan his next steps.
"What exactly is in that underground, and why was the Amethyst Orb leading me there?" Reese questioned in confusion.
Lost in contemplation, Reese paced the confines of his home, his mind racing with possibilities. Despite the unanswered questions looming over him, he found solace in the knowledge that he was getting closer to the truth with each passing moment.
"I need to be patient, but I can't afford to let this opportunity slip away. I'll use this time to prepare myself for tonight. Whatever lies beneath Robinsons Galleria, I'll be ready to uncover it," Reese said with perseverance.
"But first, I need to eat and rest for a bit," Reese said as he went to his kitchen and prepared for his dinner.
After finishing his dinner, Reese retreated to his room, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over him. He knew that he needed to rest, if only for a short while, to recharge his energy for the tasks ahead. This time he did not go to the Amethyst Orb to sleep; he knew that if he slept in the Amethyst Orb, he would wait a lot of time before he could go back to the Robinson Galleria.
Lying down on his bed, Reese closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, letting go of the tension that had been building within him. Despite the urgency of the situation, he knew that he couldn't afford to burn himself out.
At 1:00 a.m., after a period of rest, Reese was ready, fully prepared for his nocturnal mission. Reese donned his stealthy attire with a sense of purpose. The black outfit hugged his form snugly, providing both freedom of movement and a subtle camouflage in the shadows. With the Arnis sticks secured at his side and the black mask concealing his identity, Reese felt a surge of determination coursing through his veins.
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As he gazed into the mirror, Reese's purple eyes gleamed eerily against the darkness, a stark contrast to the brown contact lenses he had just removed. The transformation was complete, and he was ready to navigate the night with stealth and precision.
With a silent nod to himself, Reese slipped out of his room and into the quiet of the night. The streets were empty, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, offering him the perfect cover for his clandestine activities.
After 30 minutes, Reese arrived near the Robinson Galleria. From his vantage point on the rooftop, Reese surveyed the surroundings with a keen eye, the cool night air ruffling his dark attire as he focused his senses on the task at hand. With a deep breath, he unleashed his spiritual sense, allowing it to expand outward like a ripple in a pond, probing the area for any signs of activity.
"10 guards... 5 inside, 5 outside. Seems like a standard security detail," Reese murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper as he observed the scene below. The moon cast a pale glow over the rooftop, illuminating the figures of the guards stationed outside and inside the Robinson Galleria.
His spiritual sense extended, reaching out like tendrils of energy to assess the situation further. He could feel the calm aura emanating from the guards, a sign that they were not on high alert. It was a reassuring discovery, indicating that he might have a chance to slip past them unnoticed.
"But I can't afford to underestimate them," Reese reminded himself, his tone firm with determination. Despite their relaxed posture, he knew better than to assume they would be an easy obstacle to overcome. Each guard was trained to be vigilant, and he needed to be equally cautious in his approach.
As he pondered his next move, Reese's gaze flickered towards the entrance of the mall, where the dim glow of the security lights illuminated the path ahead. "It was now or never." With a silent nod to himself,
As Reese landed silently on the pavement, his movements fluid and precise, he scanned the area for any signs of surveillance. Satisfied that he remained undetected, he swiftly made his way to the backdoor leading into the mall.
Approaching the door with caution, Reese checked for any alarms or security measures that might have been installed. Finding none, he carefully turned the handle and slipped inside, grateful for the cover of darkness that shrouded his movements.
"The feeling's back..." Reese muttered to himself, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the deserted mall. As he made his way through the dimly lit corridors, the sense of foreboding grew stronger with each step.
It was a sensation he couldn't shake off, a nagging presence that whispered of unseen dangers lurking in the shadows. Reese's senses were on high alert, his every instinct urging him to proceed with caution. Despite the sense of trepidation gnawing at him, Reese pressed on, his determination wavering a little. He couldn't afford to let fear dictate his actions.
With each passing moment, Reese's resolve strengthened, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead. Whatever secrets the Robinson Galleria held, he was determined to uncover them, no matter the cost.
Reese approached the door marked "Personnel Only," his senses on high alert, and turned the door knob.
"Damn it, it's locked," Reese said in a hushed tone. Then he tried using his spiritual sense to see what's inside the door, but something was blocking his spiritual sense, preventing him from seeing what's inside. Reese was baffled. He tried again and again, but no matter what, he could not overcome whatever was blocking his spiritual sense. This was the first time that his spiritual sense failed him. "There must be something increadible inside." Reese eyes lit up.
With a steely resolve, he backed away from the door, already formulating a plan, but a sudden sound in the distance snapped his attention. sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Reese's instincts kicked into overdrive as he darted away from the door, his movements swift and silent as he sought refuge in the shadows.
As Reese crouched in the shadows, his heart pounding with anticipation, he strained his ears to catch snippets of the conversation echoing through the empty corridors.
"I don't trust him," a voice muttered, the words barely audible over the distant hum of machinery.
"He's proven himself useful so far," another voice replied, its tone laced with uncertainty. "But we need to keep a close eye on him."
Reese's brow furrowed in confusion as he listened intently, trying to make sense of the cryptic exchange.
"He's getting too close," the first voice insisted, its urgency sending a chill down Reese's spine. "We need to take action before he uncovers our secrets."
Reese's mind raced with possibilities as he pieced together the fragments of conversation. Who were they talking about? And what secrets were they trying to protect?