Stealing an Artefact

One of the MOD (Mercenaries of Death) that had broken into the Citadel quickly vanished from sight as soon as the attack had started. He hadn't come in through the arena ceiling like the others, instead he waited for the attack and walked right in while others were running out.

Unlike the others packed in the arena, causing chaos, this one was dressed just slightly different from the rest. He had on the same black as the others, but there was a streak of silver in the shape of V running from one shoulder to the other.

Navigating his way through the Citadel, it seemed like he had already been here before. He made his way to the Citadel vault, a place where all the legendary weapons and ancient artefacts were kept.

The crowd of people running in the opposite direction made it a little bit harder to go in the opposite direction, struggling to pull through, he had a fleeting thought of reducing this crowd to a pile of bones, but he calmed himself down with the plan he had in mind. He couldn't help thinking about it. The mere thought of it made him smile.

Moreover, he couldn't help drawing attention. The head of military was absent today and he had given the Headmaster a load on his hands. But the leaders were still at the arena. Even though he was confident in his ability to eliminate one of the leaders he knew he couldn't take them all at once.

He was going to bid his time and get his revenge, he was not going to allow the thirst for revenge get the better of him and mess things up.

As he got closer to the vault, he hoped his subordinyhad done their jobs. He was walking down a single path now and there were cameras on each end of the corridor, training their focus on him.

If they had been a mistake, then there would most likely be a swarm of fully clad uniformed men filling up the corridor. But so far, that had not happened, so he kept on walking.

Though his subordinates were loyal, he didn't completely trust them, in the world where he had been brought up, he had learnt the hard way not to trust anyone. Not even his closest mate.

But it seems they had gotten things done anyway, after all the rigorous training they went through had made them very loyal and more reliable.

Getting to the front of the vault, he could already feel the heat emanating from the vault. The heat from the vault felt like ecstasy.

Walking close to the door, he placed a coin on it and moved away. The coin lit up and a thin line of gold lit up around the door. Shaking violently, the coin burned a bright red and exploded and the line of gold vanished revealing the grey outline of the huge door.

At this point, silent alarms began to blare all over the facility. The intruder was already aware of the silent alarms and he began his operation. Placing his hand on the door, he listened for the clicks and whirrings in the door.

After a full minute, the door slid open revealing a bright set of equipments, weapons and artefacts like he had never seen in his entire life.

He had just confirmed with his very own eyes, the rumor of the Citadel holding what was said to be centuries worth of treasure.

The wave of energy from the room hit him as he took a step into the room. The energy coated walls of the area kept the energy contained in the treasures from seeping out much, but the barrier had been broken.

The invader thought about a number of things that he could obtain from this room. But he was on a time constraint, so he moved in at once and began to move around.

It didn't take him long to see what he was looking for, it was in plain sight from the entrance to the room. It was a small stone tablet, he grabbed it and shoved it into a pocket in his black outfit.

He had gotten what he came for, even he could not believe that this was why he was here, because there were a lot of other things that looked more valuable than what he had just picked from the vault.

One had to dance around to get past the number of treasure on the floor and that was exactly what the invader was doing until he saw a knife.

The knife had a golden handle and an inscription on the blade which was in a foreign language that he had seen once before which was why it had caught his attention.

He walked up to the knife and grabbed the container from where it lay on the shelf. Gently, he opened the container and examined the knife in his hand.

He adeptly moved the knife between his fingers and grabbed the handle tightly. He felt the knife slightly move under his palm and he quickly dropped it to the floor but not before noticing something.

He picked the knife up again and held it, this time a bit loosely, he felt the knife slightly change again.

It would seem that the knife morphed around his hand to make it more comfortable and easier to handle. Even when he loosened his grip a little, the knife remained on his hand.

He marvelled at this great discovery, he threw the container aside and slipped the knife into his cloth and dashed out.

He knew he had spent more time than necessary, even though his subordinates had done their part well, since the silent alarm had gone off, it surely wouldn't be ignored.

As if the universe was reading his thoughts, he could soon see a group of fully armed men rush into the corridor. Carrying an energy operated hand gun, they aimed at him and started to move in.

He quickly stepped out of the vault and sank into the floor.