The Dawn of Knight

Chapter Twenty Eight

Amélie's nimble fingers expertly gripped the rough edges of the concrete wall, her muscles flexing and straining with each precise movement. Despite the height and danger, she felt a sense of peace as she ascended the towering walls of the facility. She had trained for this moment her entire life and it showed in her calculated and graceful movements. The sound of her breath matched the rhythm of her climb, steady and controlled. This was where she belonged, in the thrill of the climb.

As her gloved hand gripped the edge of the building, she crouched and peered over the ledge like a predator eyeing its prey. Her emerald eyes danced with excitement as they scanned the area below, picking up every minute detail in the moonlight. She spotted a guard pacing near the corner, his flashlight casting lazy beams across the ground. Amélie grinned, her confidence growing with each careless movement of the guard.

She waited, counting the seconds in her head before she deemed it safe to make her move. With swift, calculated movements, Amélie hoisted herself up onto the rooftop, feeling the rough texture of the shingles beneath her gloved hands.

She stood tall, taking in the night air as it brushed against her skin like a familiar lover. This was her element - the shadows, the darkness, and the unknown. A phantom cloaked in black.

With a flick of her wrist, she extended a thin rope from her belt and secured it to a sturdy pipe on the roof's edge. In one fluid motion, she swung over the side and began to descend down the wall. Her body moved with effortless grace as she used every muscle to control her descent, finding unseen footholds and handholds on the building's facade.

Approaching the ventilation shaft, Amélie expertly twisted her body mid-air, facing the structure as she clung to its metallic surface like a spider. She surveyed the vent grate with keen eyes, searching for any weaknesses or potential alarms before she made her move.

Amélie's gloved fingers traced along the smooth, cold metal of the air duct walls. She pressed gently, checking for any hidden traps or tripwires that could give her away. Years of breaking into secure facilities had taught her to be cautious. As she made her way through the maze of ducts, she found no tampering, no sensors waiting to sound the alarm. It seemed almost too easy, but Amélie knew better than to let her guard down. She continued on, moving silently and swiftly through the air vents

A half-smile formed on her lips as she murmured to herself, a glint of self-assurance shining in her eyes. "Amateur hour," she thought with confidence.

She crouched down and withdrew a sleek, silver tool from her belt. With a deft hand, she removed the grate covering the narrow shaft and slipped inside. The walls pressed tightly against her, but she moved forward with the fluid grace of a dancer.

As she made her way through the cramped space, the hum of electrical systems filled her ears and the flickering lights outside cast eerie shadows into the shaft. Her movements were precise and calculated, as if she were navigating an obstacle course. She expertly maneuvered around sensors that lined the walls, making it seem effortless.

For Amélie, this was just another day at work. A chance to showcase her agility and skill. She barely broke a sweat as she contorted her body through tight spaces and avoided triggering any alarms. This was all just a warm-up for what lay ahead—a challenge that she welcomed with open arms.

With a soft thud, she emerged from the ventilation system and dropped into a long, dimly lit corridor. The shadows embraced her like old friends, melding seamlessly with her black tactical suit as she blended into the darkness.

As she moved forward, the faint murmur of guards chatting reached her ears. They were complacent and unaware, ignorant of the danger creeping closer to them. Amélie's eyes narrowed in focus as she approached.