by muffinstud » Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:43 am
Central City Museum of History is a quiet place at night. There is a stillness in the marble halls that echoes into the cool outside air. The pale moonlight reflects off the gloss of the large posters, both inside and out. Their siren's song of thought provoking exhibits is in vain, now that the gates are up and the lonely flashlight of the night guard makes it's patrol. Of course, to a select few, that siren song still calls.
A block down the street rests an unmarked van. The back doors open, and a few men in dark clothing silently get out. One of them presses a hand to his ear and whispers into a small microphone on his shoulder.
"All right. We all know our jobs. Let's get in and out in under five."
Another of the men wears a black jumpsuit and has green goggles. He quickly dashes through the shadows. He pauses before a pool of light by one of the side entrances, waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker