BETWEENA human wearing a security uniform, his cap perched at a jaunty angle over red hair, sauntered through the museum rotunda. He twirled an unlit flashlight in one hand, whistling off-key. Victory stilled her body to perfect silence, but the man never so much as glanced in her direction. After walking the long way around Hank, he patted the faux-marbled finish of the mammoth’s base and disappeared under the balcony where Victory stood.
The relaxed staccato of his heartbeat faded, along with his footsteps, as the guard made his rounds.
Victory was a mercenary, not a thief. She didn’t have the faintest idea how to break into a museum, much less out of one. But over the centuries, she had been a bodyguard, a courier, a spy, and a special combat operative. She could figure it out.
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