a story from the past
mmm exams approaching. no time to have any other posts but recycled post from my previous blog:
streak of lightning flashed across the dark overcast sky followed by a loud angry clap of rolling thunder. It was a gloomy and dreadful night. A faint howl of a wolf emitted from a nearby forest of Western Village. The only prominent building in this desolate area was a bank, the tallest back in the world called ‘Eminence’. And it was old. Cracks with greens growing everywhere could be seen all over the building such that one from far could presume that it was a ‘jungle skyscraper’, but it was not. In fact, it was one of the richest banks in the world and it contained vaults and vaults of cash that went deep into the surface that one had to travel by trolley down the steep and dangerous tunnel.
A silhouette of a medium-built man appeared in the middle of the street. He was, in fact, moving so cautiously that one could have begun to get suspicious of him. He broke a light stick and it gleamed brightly in the darkness, revealing his face. There was a thin long scar across his face, nearly cover by a night-visor. He adjusted the heat sensor and scanned the streets. Nothing. Then he moved on again, towards the gigantic building. As he approached the building, he risked a quick glance upwards, examining the structure, noting a few escape ropes. Although he had spent weeks acquiring and studying the topography of the area and it’s building, he had never managed to find a map of its interior. Top secret. That was how the bank functions, so secretive, so mysterious. He sighed. Keep it simple, like a perfect crime. Who else could have thought of this? Only Wesley Kertzman the genius could. He smiled slightly at his self-praise but was quick to recover from it. It was not over, in fact, in had just begun.
Lifting his light stick to shine at his luminous hand-held computer screen, he opened a program, inserted a plug over the keypad of the entrance door and executed it. Immediately, the door swung apart and he walked in. He sighed as he saw the hundreds of laser beams that lay before him. Nowadays security could be so sophisticated. Unfortunately for them, they would always be one step behind Kertzman. They were careless enough not to hide the source of the lasers. He held up the interceptor and placed it in front of the source. Almost immediately, the laser energy was absorbed into the machine and the place was cleared. Calmly, he walked to the staircase landing and began climbing up the endless, winding stairs. Never use shortcuts, his Delta training had told him. Although the cash was hidden deep in the underground tunnels, there was a priceless manuscript in the topmost of the building. Kertzman would decipher it with his ancient translator book and it would reveal to him where the treasure of Angst lay. He was certain that the old manuscript would reveal it and he was determined to be the first to reach it. It would be his won brilliant technology that would unravel the mysteries of the past and reveal to him the wonders of his dreams. All would bow down to him, begging for his mercy. And he would give them none. Revenge. Sweet vengeance.
It was his knee that disturbed him and hindered his progress of the climb. He cursed each time the sharp pain shot though the bones. Training had told him to ignore and endure the pain as if it were never there. But every human had a limit, a limit for what he could do and he had reached it. It was a mistake, slight but serious, for every last step of his tedious climb would be an addition to his pain. Pain that he had managed to endure for the past ten years. It was the testing of man’s strength. It would be worth it. Yes, he would retire. It was getting too strenuous for his age. Fifty-four was indeed old. He heaved a sigh of relief as he reached the last step.
The night breeze was cold. Kertzman shivered as he limped towards the main control office on the rooftop. Suddenly, he saw a heat signature register on the night-visor. He panicked and scanned the area. The signature faded. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. Evasion. The most advanced training of Alpha 2000 squad. It was only taught to elite troops and Kertzman was one of few who learnt it. Another blur in the hear signature. Fast movement, cold endurance, tactics to evade the heat sensor. Kertzman glanced around wildly, worried. Finish the job. He hobbled towards the office door, bent down and placed a microcomputer chip under the door. “Clearance accepted” the machine blared loudly. Too loud. He looked around nervously. No movement. He entered the office, scanning for the manuscript. It was under the glass cover. Too easy. He tuned the heat sensor up. There it was. Another scattered laser beam. He placed a prism to redirect the laser beam.
Just as he was about to lift the glass cover, the shot came, went trough his heart. He clutched it tightly. Shattered glass, shattered dreams. That was what a perfect crime turned out to be, a perfect disaster. Dreams that were meant to be true. A sniper shot shattered it. Gone. Kertzman’s mouth curved into a smile, a horrible smile as he tore up the manuscript. No one would ever find the treasure.
haha gg sec1 compo
hope you had fun reading tho. =)
gd luck for all exams!
posted by thoughts-illuminate @ 1:29 PM
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