The lights in the east wing dimmed automatically, shifting into the silent-alert mode.
Not enough to warn an amateur.
Just enough that anyone trained would know they'd tripped something subtle.
Roxanne moved with calculated ease, stepping away from the staging vault, letting her footsteps echo just loud enough to be bait.
Aurum's voice crackled softly through her hidden earpiece.
"They breached the western perimeter gate. Disarmed the outer sensors without setting them off."
Grandpa added:
"Not military. Not mercenaries. Too clean. Too quiet."
Roxanne's spine straightened.
If they weren't sloppy...
they weren't hired muscle.
These were specialists.
Roxanne smirked.
Good.
She hated amateurs.
She slipped behind one of the lab's reinforced steel counters, flicking off her presence signature on the retinal scanners with a quick override code.
The ventilation shaft above her gave the faintest vibration.
Someone was moving through it.
Her heartbeat slowed deliberately.
She wanted them to drop.
Wanted them to think she was unarmed, unaware, and alone.
The perfect bait.
A soft metallic click sounded overhead.
Three.
Two.
One—
A figure dropped from the ceiling in a low, practiced crouch.
Black mask.
Slim build.
Steel-toed boots wrapped with soundproof grip.
Silencer already attached.
Their eyes locked immediately.
Roxanne didn't move.
Neither did he.
For a split second, both assessed the other.
His gaze flicked behind her—to the staging vault.
To the fake key.
Got you.
He lunged first.
She sidestepped, barely tilting her head as his arm sliced through empty air.
He recovered instantly, sweeping her legs.
She let herself fall — then rolled, catching the bottom edge of the counter, twisting her momentum to propel herself upward with a kick.
Her heel clipped the side of his jaw.
He stumbled back.
Aurum's voice came through her comm.
"Two more entering from the south hall. Keep him occupied. We'll handle the others."
She didn't need the reassurance.
She advanced as the intruder reset his stance.
"You know," she murmured, brushing dust off her shirt, "if you're going to break into my home, the least you could do is introduce yourself."
He lunged again. Faster this time.
She ducked under his arm, pivoted, and slammed her elbow into his ribs.
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