“The highest ideal of cure is the speedy, gentle, and enduring restoration of health by the most trustworthy and least harmful way.”
- Samuel Hahnemann
Voltaire entered the vault and he started to disable the alarms, but to his surprise, he found that they had already been remotely deactivated. He heard the vent’s cover hit the ground, and the phone call told him that he had a lady in his presence. He decided to make her death quick and painless as possible. Voltaire threw his welding bag towards the sound of heavy breathing where he guessed that her head was positioned. It hit glass, so he kicked the general area where he guessed she was standing.
The sound of a moan and thud of a body hitting the floor confirmed his success. Voltaire probed around his area until he felt something that was heavy and stone. He picked up the statue and taunted her. Again drawing on pure instinct, Croft threw a desperate punch in the area beneath the floating statue. She struck Voltaire’s leg only a second before he was about to beat her to death with the statue. Voltaire gasped with surprise as he fell on his back and the statue landed somewhere near his head.
“I think you broke me,” Voltaire said as he felt the unnatural burn in his leg once the shock wore off. He crawled around looking for his bag until he found it by the painting.
“I shattered your ankle,” Croft corrected him as she adjusted her metal gloves. “It is the same as being hit by a car on fire. I nearly burned my hand off the first time.”
“My doctor will not be happy, speed girl.” Voltaire said as he desperately pulled a pill bottle from his bag, unscrewed the cover, and swallowed two painkillers to numb the blinding pain running through his leg. “Don’t you know how hard it is to operate on someone when the injury is also invisible?”
“I am Croft,” Croft said as awe crept into her voice. “What are you? Are you like me?”
“I will only tell you if you don’t leave me to crawl out,” Voltaire said. Croft nodded as she felt around for Voltaire. Once she found him then she pulled him to his feet as she picked up the painting from the ground. With both the painting, Voltaire, and his black bag she walked down the tunnel.
“I cannot run and I know you are going to consider abandoning me for your own safety once we get to the hall.” Voltaire said quietly. “However, I have a plan to get us out unseen by anyone and though the side door into the back alley where I have a getaway car.”
“It seems Belfry Alley is a popular spot for thieves. What is your plan?”
“Have you heard of metamaterials?”
“It is particles that bend light around objects. My DNA builds every particle in my body to bend light around me, unless it is covered with something that cannot bend light.”
“Want to be invisible?”
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.