“The speed of change makes you wonder what will become of the architecture.”
- Tadao Ando
The vault was filled with flowers and balloons for the reveal of the painting of Venus. Croft kicked the small vent door open and the tiny woman slipped into the vault. She walked up to the painting titled ‘Venus the Conqueror’ in the centre of the room and sized it up. Taking out a burner phone, she called Judy. “I’m in the vault. The painting will definitely not fit in the vent with me. It is too big. Unlock the escape hatch.”
“Already done thirty-five minutes ago,” Judy sneered. “You’re welcome.”
Croft hung up. She walked to the painting, pushing aside some balloons. As Croft walked up to the glass box, she noticed that someone else had already disarmed the alarm. She dropped to the floor instinctively as a heavy black bag passed by, nearly hitting her in the head. The glass shattered and the painting fell to the floor. As Croft rose, she was kicked in the stomach by a transparent foot, knocking the wind out of her. She fell on her back and, as she struggled to catch her breath, she looked up to see a Venus statue rising up in the air above her head.
As Croft watched the floating Venus statue, her fear was turned to awe. For the first time in a long time, she was forcefully inspired by the floating goddess with its arms open out to her. Tears filled her eyes and Croft clearly understood something that she could not ever truly name.
“I only have one flaw… I will attack someone from behind,” a disembodied voice said.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.