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13 - Th3_H1dd3n_L41r.txt

4 hours later...

I was delayed, there was a malfunction with the GPSand Darlene and Jayden couldn't guide me to the right location. It was a better decision for me to stay in the same spot for half an hour rather than walk around blocks of buildings and wasting time as I attempt to come back on track.

Though now I can finally see the building in it's glory, standing upright with his glass windows reflecting any light source in proximity. The architecture was stunning, a true masterpiece like the Villa Savoye in France, with it's glass panes and structural integrity-

Huh.

Discovery Channel. A source for sciene, psychology and history but combined with interesting graphics, pathetic jokes at times and mayne cheesy presentations of wannabe actors in a makebelieve reality kind of tv show...

It's just another excuse by them for you to learn something.

I step towards the gate, there are cameras mounted at the top though they are powered down, pointing to the ground.

This seems a bit too easy...

First he points us to where he stays then his security is completely down? This can't be good.

I push the metal gate open cautiously, clanging with creaky metal pivots making me wince. The worst thing right now would be if Mission Impossible became a reality and that laser defense systems was something that people used other than ok sets for movies and shows.

The anxiety rises higher by the second but as soon as a I see the main door of the building slightly ajar, my internal 'fight or flight?' response kicks in. Even though I know that there is no option of choosing 'TURN BACK' in this situation, my minds develops possibilities of me choosing that option with the positive or negative consequences.

I have to go on... even though the easiness is completely uncanny.

I take deep breath, mumbling, "Elliot just remain calm and talk to this guy, make it quick and get out."

I scoff at myself. I'm becoming one of those internal 'pep-talkers' before going on stage or starting a sport match. What have I come to? Don't I have my own personality or am I slowly succumbing to the power of the-

STOP.

FOCUS.

ENTER.

*****

The house... No, this museum is such a wreck. You'd expect someone inhabiting it to keep it immaculate but it is such a mess with furniture in pieces, bullet holes in a few of the paintings hanging on the wall while shattered glass speckled the dusty floor.

Seems like this guy doesn't really care much about not bringing attention... Or is this all part of the game he's playing?

Something happened in this building, something drastic and I... I don't think I want to know.

The wooden floorboards creaks as I step closer to the end of this corridor. There seems to be no life in this building, I'll have to look on the next flo-

I stop, gulping at what I think I'm seeing. There's a red glaring laser beam pointed straight at my arm. I look up at the corner of the ceiling but I can't see anything as being the source.

Is it a camera that he's watching me with? Or is it just a security precaution, put in place just for the sake of it?

Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes then step away from its range.