The Enhanced

Chapter Thirteen

I follow the same route to the food hall but at the last minute pull open a door and jump inside. The movement was so abrupt that I doubt anyone would've noticed.

I rush down the corridor and jump into the lift, I punch in the lowest floor and sit and wait. I clutch the small bag to my side and tap my foot impatiently.

I planned to grab a few knives and a lot more money than before. The more money the better.

I didn't have much experience of the outside world but I did know money made the world go around the more money I had in my possession the further I got.

The elevator slows to a stop and the doors open. It seems this route isn't often frequented leaving me a way of getting in and out without interruption.

I start off down the corridor on my way to the door that leads to the storage room.

After a few minutes I come up to the large swinging doors, there was no way for me to check if anyone was on the other side. I press my ear up and listen for voices or footsteps or any tell tale sign of a human presence.

I hear it and jump to the side just in time, the door I just had my ear pressed up against swings open violently. A cart comes past first and then a small man whistling as he goes.

The door swings closed and he doesn't even back. I wait until he rounds the bend of the corridor before I give a sigh of relief and stand to my full height again.

I edge the door open and find no one on the other side. I open it fully and enter the vast room for the second time in the last few days.

The room was just as big and still maoes me gasp as I purvey it even for the second time.

I tear my gaze from the rows of shelves and make my way back to the box I opened the day before.

You could barely tell it had been opened unless you looked at the fact that there was a small gap between the box and the lid now.

I lift it with ease and there over a million dollars sat completely untouched and unused except for the small space where I had taken the few bills yesterday.

I don't waste time in taking small piles of money and stashing it in my small bag. I do it again and again until my arm begins to grow tired from the repeated movement.

I zip up my bag and lower the lid back down on the box. I stop for a moment and think. I should probably grab a few weapons just in case.

I start walking down the aisle and start checking all the shelves and the small notes at the base of each box.

Suddenly there are voices and a man turns the corner, he was switching between looking ahead of him and looking at his friend.

Luckily, I was at the end of the aisle and disappear immediately. But apparently not quickly enough.

"Wait! Wait, Darren. I saw someone. I swear I did." The man says.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I move from my spot to two aisles down.

"Are you sure?" Another man asks.

"Yeah. One hundred percent. He just disappeared behind that shelf though." The man whispers this time.

It takes great effort but I manage to topple the box onto floor, sending splintered wood and knives scattered al over the floor.

I grab a knife and sprint down the aisle before they got there. I get to the end and make a break for the door to the elevator.