We Met Under the Night

Cool Cat

It was a cloudy night in Dolph, the capital of a well developed country, called Sealand. Although the country was known for its beautiful beaches and landscapes, Dolph had the reputation of being one of the dirtiest and most violent capitals in the world.

On top of the tallest building in the city, the National Bank headquarters, a silhouette, hard to distinguish from the sky. Whoever was the owner of that shape was carrying three bulky bags and waiting for something. You could know it by counting the many times they have checked their wrist, probably looking at a watch.

While they were impatiently waiting, the sound of angry and rushed steps was coming from the stairs that lead to the roof of that building.

The impatience had quickly turned into eagerness, when an enormous shape appeared behind their back. A helicopter with the headlights off had come to save them.

The crew that was inside the flying vehicle had just thrown a ladder for the fugitive to join them, when the door leading to the scene was abruptly open by a police officer with a gun ready to be fired.

The thief held tightly to the ladder and then the helicopter took flight. Before they disappeared from sight, the front row cop could've looked directly into the fugitive's eyes: they would later describe them as eyes as mesmerizing as a cat's.