No hostiles targets in sight, or out of it. The entry was a success! Left right, left right. Click, clack, click, clack. Steps were taken in approach to the destination. Hallways traversed and many rooms to make sure of. Upon getting further inside, guards meant for security stood nearby. Patrolling hallways. A spy, an agent, the assassin. Erebus would use the shadows, inky and terrifying as they were, to pull guards in and knock them out. Meanwhile, he would make his way through rooms to go up the stairwell. Floor two, and there was still no storage room. The storage room was, as it was informed to him, the place he would find the map. So when there was no prize on the first two floors, another floor was checked. then another... And finally at the fifth floor navigated he was ready to begin. The room was situated fifth on the right, down the left hallway. Scathing his own flesh, the lycan pierced his palm by fingertip. He walked inside to flick the light on, to his surprise the room lit like a flash grenade. Everything within his short but extended eyesight was revealed. The grimore heart's hands gripped the knob of the door locking it. Erebus had to stop and admire this door, it was elegantly made. More elegant than the most elegant door he had seen anywhere else. Black carving left the pattern rich and unique. A master artisan's best, no doubt about it.
Moving away from the lovely, amazing door. Erebus got right away to work as e mumbled on his breath. There was many reasons why he might've been doing this. But let's stretch it and say he was worried or perhaps eager to get home. Strategist wanted this over and done with he carefully got down to work, slow making his way across the room. He had a single drop of sweat roll off his brow. His eyes peering over to the opposite side of the room. The eyes would peer closely. Looking back and forth between all that was here. He was searching for traps. After all, that could be bad...
Hm... No tripwires were in sight. Then, he caught attention of his target. laying under a glass case on the desk. The man walked over, unhinged the frame, and pulled his prize out. Palming it triumphantly, only before the room turned a blood red, and a siren began to wale. Alarms were tripped, much to his annoyance. I mean, he did just look for them, then this shit happens. The lycan had to think fast, his eyes searched the room, guards were now banging on the door. "OPEN UP!" they would say. "WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!" one might add. But it was too late, Erebus had made his over to the vent and was crawling through it as they spoke.
He was going up. Then down, all over the building in different directions. The heat inside was very unbearable, however Erebus did not care about that. Work was work. Power was power. Struggle was struggle.
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