Bonten's Advisor

Fourty Five

The darkness shrouded over your body, the dimly lit street lights a few metres away being the only source of illumination. You stood behind the large marble pillar, peaking over your shoulder occasionally to watch the guards in front of the museum. You dressed up normally today, in your plain black suit with a face mask over your face as always. Except you wore a blonde wig, hair falling just over your shoulders. You pressed the earpiece once and whispered into the microphone hidden on your shirt.

"I'm going." Mikey gave a hum of approval, and you walked out quickly from behind the pillar and made your way over to one of the two guards standing in front of the door. He stopped you from going in.

"Ma'am, we're just about to close the museum. I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn you away," The guard stated. You just looked up to the guard and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Please sir. I left my handbag in the museum somewhere, and I really need it back," You whined. You suddenly let out a coughing fit. "Please. My medication is inside the bag."

Guard No.1 waved over to Guard No.2. He swiftly walked over to the other guard, as they began to discuss the scenario, as to whether to let you in or not. You let out a sneeze. A really loud one. You fumbled your hand into your jacket, and took out a tissue, turning your back to both guards as you blew your nose. "Go," You whispered into your microphone, before pulling your face mask back above your nose and turning to face the two guards.

You let out another convincing coughing fit, pretending to be struggling for breath as you breathed in deeply. "Please sirs, help me." You uttered, in a strained way. You noticed Bonten tiptoe behind them and enter through the door, hiding in the shadows.

"...Fine." Guard No. 2 stated. He walked over to you and grabbed your wrist. You 'winced' at the sudden contact, before pulling away. "We're doing you a favour, so please comply with us for the time being." He pulled you into the museum, and through the main entrance. You heard Mikey on the other end of your ear piece, giving out instructions to Koko.

"Koko, hook up repetition videos." He ordered.

"Doing so right now," Koko replied back, the tapping of the computer faintly heard on the other end. Koko was currently hacking into the security cameras of the museum from one of the two getaway cars. That way, it would seem as if no one had entered and no one had left, leaving the diamond to disappear into thin air. You however noticed a fatal flaw in this, and you had to let him know quickly. You walked behind the guard No.2 for a long while, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"Where did you say you left your handbag?" He asked you, turning around to face you. You kept a puzzled look plastered on your face.

"I-I'm not sure mys-" You fell to the floor in a horrible coughing fit, biting the blood capsule that you placed into your mouth earlier. You coughed out the blood, as it stained the inside of your mask. It was a smart decision to wear the surgical disposable masks to make sure that the blood stained through and was visible to Guard No. 2. You watched as his face instantly grew dim with worry as he saw the blood on the mask.

"Ma'am, you're coughing up blood," He exclaimed in a worried voice. You removed your mask as it felt disgusting, and held onto it with one hand. His eyes widened a little seeing the scars on your cheeks, but after seeing you coughing up blood, that was the least he could worry about.

"I know," You replied calmly, reaching into your coat for your gun. It was safe to assume that he was thinking you were getting a tissue out to wipe your mouth clean. "We need to find my medicine quickly, otherwise, the symptoms might be worse." The security guard nodded his head, helping you up to your feet. You made sure to hold onto your gun tightly in your grip, wrapping your arm around his waist and 'holding' onto his shoulder, when in fact your gun was pointed to the back of his head. "Thank you for all the help," you whispered, a smile creeping onto your face, lips curving at the corners. You pulled the trigger on the gun, and he instantly slumped forward and landed heavily onto his face. Blood seeped out from his head, pooling around his head on the marble floor.