The Edge of Honour

Chapter 41

Morgan's POV:

After Gorran had spoken, announcing that it was time to make our move, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I was utterly uncertain how I wanted this to pan out. I was certain of one thing though- I was not going to leave myself be beaten and if I could prevent it, anyone else for that matter. Every part of my body ached. I knew however, that if I was in trouble, I would be able to summon the strength from a reservoir somewhere within my body to prevent the impending attack.

The guards were all in various other parts of the museum as we ran towards the room which contained the necessary painting. Our legs moved quickly, but silently like a snake preparing to lunge at its prey.

The door was mere metres away when a guard going about his duty caught sight of us. The shock was visible on his face, as his hand tightened around his baton and his mouth opened as he yelled out.

"Intruder alert, all personnel to area seventy-three." There was no need for him to use his two-way radio as his voice bellowed around the area.

I could see other guards approaching from almost every angle. The room was so close though, I was positive that we could make it if we tried. We were still missing the guy then.

"Gor, that guard has a set of keys on his belt, you need to use your telekinesis now," I whispered. Thankfully Gorran was standing beside me. I could see that the set of keys was attached securely to his buckle. I worried that Gorran would not be capable of undoing it with only his mind.

Of course, within seconds Gorran held the key in his hands and we quickly took the final few steps to the door. The guard who had been blocking the door ran out of the way as we charged towards him. He must have been one of the less dedicated guards that the boss had spoken of.

I fumbled as I tried to find the correct key to fit in the specific lock. I could see the other security were edging closer to me, their weapons poised and prepared. 

At the exact second that one of them was about to strike at Gorran who had stood behind the three of us- forming a human shield, the key clicked into place. I pushed open the door and dragged Gorran in after me. I took little notice of where the other two team members were. I did want them to be safe, but they were not my utmost priority. Closing the door quickly behind me, I noticed that all four of us were safe, at least for the time being. The door was heavy duty, it was made from reinforced to steel to prevent anybody breaking in. 

There was no way that the guards would be able to get through it without the key. Unfortunately, for us there would be no way to get out without using the door. It was obvious that all the security team would be prepared for our exit, they had probably prepared a strategy to deal with such an event. Also, there was not a single doubt in my mind, that the police had already been called. We had hardly any time left to make our escape.

"Ray," Emilia's voice called urgently, snapping me out of my thoughts and back to the grim reality of the situation. The voices on the other side of the door, were shouting at us, urging us to come out of our own free will before they had to force us out. "I found the painting."

My gaze followed her voice. The painting was a perfect replica to the photograph I had seen. It was much smaller than I had expected though. The fact that such a small piece of paint on a canvas sheet could be worth so much amazed me. 

She picked up the painting and eagerly ran back to where we all stood beside the doorway.

"What do we do now?" Javier questioned. His voice revealed the fear that he felt, even if his face had remained neutral throughout it all.

"What would you suggest?" Gorran queried. He hated making decisions and so much relied on this one. He had managed to get us to a stage where we had the painting in our possession. Now, he had to choose if we should reveal the plan to the authorities and hope that they would believe the truth or give it to a criminal gang. If we gave it to to the organisation, it would ultimately be sold on the black market and possibly lost forever. However, the truth of how we had ended up in this situation was bizarre even for us, it was unlikely that the authorities would trust our words. Neither decision had more benefits or negatives. Whichever decision he did make, I knew that I would support him one hundred percent in it though.

He paused for a short time to contemplate his decision before he spoke. We all remained silent. The voices outside the door continued to bombard us with a mixture of plea bargains and threat, but we could barely hear them. Their words meant nothing to us.

"Morgan, do you think you would be able to run out with the painting?" I contemplated my chances for a while, before deciding that they were in my favour.

"I think so," I replied. I needed to make a successful run. I had very little track to start before I needed to run an intense speed to stop me being caught. I could only hope that I would have enough. If I left Gorran down, I would also be leaving Jet and April down, ultimately, I would be devastating myself.

"We'll close the door for a few seconds after her before we run too. Since, she has the painting the guards should hopefully follow her and forget about us. Are you sure you want to do this Morgan?"

I only nodded in response to his question. At that moment, I didn't want to speak, all I wanted to do was get back to the van with the painting. What would happen after I escaped meant nothing to me. I just needed to leave that room safely. Gorran was relying on me. If I got caught as I ran, Gorran and the other two members would be undoubtedly caught also. If I was not going to make it out, none of us would.

Javier and Emilia looked completely shocked and confused as I made my way to the back of the room. They had heard us call each other different names and they had seen Gorran use his telekinetic power. Now, the plan was for me to run at super speed with the painting. They held so much knowledge about us. I could only hope to believe that they would keep it to themselves.

Gorran raised one hand, and lowered a single finger for each second that passed. As his thumb dropped, I began to run. It was still uncomfortably slow as I approached the door. The pressure I was under was not helping my concentration either.

With just centimetres before I hit into the door, Gorran opened it and I ran through. I held my breath as I saw the guards reactions. They screamed and ran after me, but I could see that they were all far behind me. I was almost there.

Then I hit it. The electrical impulses travelled through my already battered body as I fell to the ground. I tried to scream so that I could warn the others, but it was too late. Everything had become a dark.