Aug 15 2009
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I held my breath and dove into the crawl space just before a flashlight beam swept across the wall.
A voice came over my ear piece, "Do you have it?"
I shook my head. Of course I had it, but if someone heard me talking, I’d get caught.
The echo of police boots trailed away. After a thirty count to make sure they’d left, I exhaled, and tried not to throw up.
At least I better have it, or we’re screwed. I checked my pocket once more for the gem. Still there. Good.
I wiggled out of the crack and glanced back at the glass case positioned in the middle of the room. Through my mask I could see the motion sensors surrounding the stand that held the Queen’s Ruby just moments before. No wonder I’d set them off. There were hundreds of laser streams pointing out in all directions. That’s what happened when I relied solely on my drawings though-’I should have checked first before just walking right up to the thing.
"Do you have it" My earpiece crackled again. "Sketch, are you there?"
"Dammit," I chanced a whisper, "Yes, I have the jewel. I’m fine. But for this to work, I need to concentrate." How hard was it to have just a little faith in me? Of course, it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibilities that I needed more than just a little concentration.
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. Going radio silent."
About time. I didn’t bother with a response. I had an exit to plan, and if my sketches were right, this wouldn’t be your run of the mill everyday escape.