[DISCONTINUED] Protector (Zane X Reader) Book 2

Chapter 8

Your P.O.V

I found myself sneaking through the forest to scout out the positioning of our competition, and suddenly found myself asking why I was doing this.

Zane had been very clear with his introductions, 'After lunch, go scout out the library so we know the layout when we break in at dusk.' But at the same time, why couldn't he have done this?

I didn't have time to dwell on that question, because the second the library became visible to me, I all but slammed my body into the ground to avoid being seen by the guards standing by the front door. They didn't notice me, thankfully, and I watched them from under the brush that hid me from view.

They didn't talk to each other at all, which confused me, but they did look around rather diligently. It became clear that they expected an attack at every moment, so getting in might be near impossible.

Well, unless you're me of course.

I had already pinpointed three ways to get in easily, but knowing Emmalyn she would most likely be able to crawl through a first floor window, at most.

The routes I was planning ranged from climbing onto the roof and pulling a Santa Claus, crashing through the highest window that I could see, or swinging on a window ledge and slowly carving through the glass.

All of which Zane probably couldn't do based on how bulky and inflexible his muscle structure appeared.

I army-crawled around the perimeter, making sure to keep a good distance away at all times. Avoiding branches, crunchy leaves, and splashy mud patches was probably one of the harder things I had done in my life, but whatever.

After ten agonizingly slow minutes, my elbows and forearms had reached their limit and I promptly laid down, now positioned at the back of the library. From this angle, I could see through a window, and noticed a massive stairway that faced the main entrance. But what confused me was that there was a door behind it. Like, on the underside of the staircase.

Then it hit me. This place has a basement.

With that knowledge in mind, a sudden burst of motivation flowed through me and I carefully stood, slow enough so that I wouldn't give up my position.

After a pair of guards took a sharp left and began walking towards the front of the building, I crept from out of the treeline and rushed to the side of the library. I pressed myself up against the wall and hid in a cluster of shadows reflecting on the bricks.

I scanned the wall for any opening or doorway but was soon disappointed by the lack of anything on the backside of this library. Just three large windows on the second and third floor. Too high for Emmalyn or Zane to reach.

I bit my lip and looked at the ground, hoping to find some sort of trapdoor nearby. But soon felt completely disheartened when nothing presented itself as an entrance.

I hung my head in irritation and saw the ground I was standing on.

the metal door was right under my feet. You idiot...

I grumbled in annoyance and crouched down beside, finding a lock with chains connected to it bound around the handles. I tugged, and to no surprise, the door didn't budge.

I stuck my tongue against my left cheek in concentration before pulling out a set of hair pins from my (H/C) locks. With nimble and coordinated movements, the lock snapped open in about thirty seconds as the hair pins danced in the keyhole.

I smiled in accomplishment, completely lost in my own self-victory that I didn't notice the guards coming back around the building until it was too late. They spotted my figure as I dashed back into the treeline, and promptly called for back up.