Heavy footsteps echoed across the concrete floor of Warehouse 83, the sound bouncing between hastily stacked cargo as the intruders slipped past him. They hadn't been told that he would be there, they hadn't been told anybody would be there and yet there they all were, forced to slip off their shoes and skulk like the unwanted pests that they were.
It was meant to be an easy job - break into the foreman's office, remove the five bricks concealing the box, grab the contents and get out. With a potential witness however, things were suddenly a lot more interesting. There was now a very real threat walking among them, making no attempts to conceal his presence.
They exchanged looks between themselves, silently debating abandoning the plan and escaping before they could be caught but a pale sliver of light betrayed his presence and sent them scurrying off to a further corner.
Everyone had heard some kind of rumour about the night staff of the docks and everyone knew someone who'd gone missing after trying exactly what the intruders were trying to do. The contents of the box were no secret, nor was their location and yet after fifty three years not one person had managed to get remotely close to it.
Imagine that - almost three million dollars' worth of diamonds just waiting for the right hands to come along and liberate it. Twenty nine people had gone missing in their imaginative attempts and by the end of the night, three more would be added to that list.
It seemed like he was just around every corner, his flashlight always barely visible. It wasn't until one of the luckier intruders managed to make it to the metal walkway that they could even see what was really going on and just how screwed they all were.
For starters, he wasn't a he - he wasn't even a person, he was several dozen creatures that looked more like angler fish than anything even remotely human. They were drastically outnumbered and soon to be cornered as the creatures stopped patrolling randomly and started combing the warehouse floor methodically.
It would only be a matter of time before the other intruders were spotted, the one on the walkway was already crouch-running for the upper level fire exit without so much as a glance behind. Judging by the muffled screams and wet crunching from the ground floor, they weren't going to be followed.
It was meant to be an easy job - break into the foreman's office, remove the five bricks concealing the box, grab the contents and get out. With a potential witness however, things were suddenly a lot more interesting. There was now a very real threat walking among them, making no attempts to conceal his presence.
They exchanged looks between themselves, silently debating abandoning the plan and escaping before they could be caught but a pale sliver of light betrayed his presence and sent them scurrying off to a further corner.
Everyone had heard some kind of rumour about the night staff of the docks and everyone knew someone who'd gone missing after trying exactly what the intruders were trying to do. The contents of the box were no secret, nor was their location and yet after fifty three years not one person had managed to get remotely close to it.
Imagine that - almost three million dollars' worth of diamonds just waiting for the right hands to come along and liberate it. Twenty nine people had gone missing in their imaginative attempts and by the end of the night, three more would be added to that list.
It seemed like he was just around every corner, his flashlight always barely visible. It wasn't until one of the luckier intruders managed to make it to the metal walkway that they could even see what was really going on and just how screwed they all were.
For starters, he wasn't a he - he wasn't even a person, he was several dozen creatures that looked more like angler fish than anything even remotely human. They were drastically outnumbered and soon to be cornered as the creatures stopped patrolling randomly and started combing the warehouse floor methodically.
It would only be a matter of time before the other intruders were spotted, the one on the walkway was already crouch-running for the upper level fire exit without so much as a glance behind. Judging by the muffled screams and wet crunching from the ground floor, they weren't going to be followed.
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