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The Gleaming Of Silver Chapter 7 Darwin glanced at his brother as they both walked up the apartment's many stairs. A few drops of what seemed like blood covered the tips of his long bangs. Yet in the moonlight, it looked like just another failed attempt at dying one's hair. Darwin couldn't help but smile wryly to himself, for he knew that it wasn't dye....for it was the guard dogs' blood...fresh from the flesh. Donovan glanced at his brother and smiled, then he moved his hand, brushing the blond bangs out of his eye-sight. He felt a slight wetness, and glancing down he saw that some of the blood smudged onto his thumb. Leaning down he licked it off, and smiled, at his brother, whose back was turned, looking at a door that marked the entrance to 13A. Turning, Donovan noticed his brother gazing up, and pointing at a camera that swerved, looking over the hall. Donovan got the hint and moved to the side of the door, now finally under the electronic device, so it couldn't catch his face at all. He tried hard to make sure, he and his brother, had not a single one photo of them both on record. Looking back up to the camera, he reached up and grasped a black wire in hand, while his other fished out a set of piers from the bottom of his pocket. And then raising the metal to the wire, he snipped. The red light of the camera blinked once then twice, and blinked out. It was now dead. Moving gracefully like a cat with prey, he waved his hand, giving Darwin perfect time to lock and load the Colt Defender, that he seemed to love so much. Darwin and his brother didn't really have to worry about crashing in the door if they had too. The neighbors were beyond scared as it was, and they knew not to stick their noses in business that wasn't theirs. Darwin watched his brother, with cold icy blue eyes; as he ran his fingers up and over the wooden frame, surprisingly finding nothing of security to his expertise. Then kneeling down, taking a black bulky shape of material out of his bag, and unrolling it, showed him his usual picking tools. Putting his eye up against the keyhole, he gazed through the lock, and looked at the many gizmos that made up the lock. Moving his hands over the slim metal tools, feeling which one would fit through and do the job well, Donovan finally picked up a small pick. Loving the feel of the cold metal, feeling it with his fingers, he thought himself one with it, and picking up the other tool he needed. He fitted the slim picks through the keyhole and moved them both about, feeling the lock's metal screws. Loosening some, he smiled, hearing the "click" and the door swung wide open for their view. Walking in, boots making not a sound as their steps are muffled through, they walk around the room. Eyes sweeping over the walls, and high-tech security around, the brothers couldn't help but laugh; because, with this "security" it was a cinch to disable. Walking slowly over, scanning the room with his expert eyes, Darwin moved over to the computer, and brought out his small pocketteer. Taking the cord he pushed the small hook into the computer wire, and found himself smiling with pleasure. Yep, this hit was going to be easy. Switching the computers on, his slender fingers swept over the keyboard and pushing things here and there in. Letting the encrypter key go through and crack the code that seemed to make up the screen non-stop. Donovan, watched his brother, one hand on his .45 magnum, hand holding It securely, and finger slightly brushing the trigger, ready for anyone or any situation that might get out of hand. He moved his hand through his bleached tips of hair that seemed to flop into his line of sight, black roots shining in the light, he looked again at the fax machine, and growled to himself. "No way is this happening!" He looked again at the small light screen that blinked "error" over and over. This was the second time the machine had to mess up on him. Why? He didn't really understand, taking the papers, he put them into the sealed envelope and tossed it into his pack. "Looks like I'm gonna have to deliver this myself. Damn it. Sabs, you owe me." Donovan, and Darwin heard the mumble of words, and moved slightly to the side, against the wall ready. Peeking around the wall's corner, looking out at the person who stepped into the room. This new person, stood 6'0", lean like them, not muscular that much at all. Bleached tips showed themselves as his hair bounced some. Black roots showed themselves, as they heard him curse, and pick up the snipped wire of the supposed "security" that was around the door. Chivre, picked up the wire, and ran his thumb over the jagged edge, seeing it was cut, bright green cat-like eyes raised up quickly, alerted now by the sense of trouble. He truly was like an observable feline. His hand flew to his pocket, to pull out a gun, but only to hear a shot ring out throughout the SoHo loft. Telling him, he was too late. He found himself against the wall, pain shot through him. Looking down, he saw blood coming out of his knee cap. The bullet buried in deep, there was no hole going straight through unfortunately. Moving slightly, he could feel the bullet lodge deep within the bone of his knee. Moaning he looked up at the two brothers, and tried to make a run for it. But no he didn't get that far before, hands grabbed him, as he found his body slammed up against the wall, a gun to his head. Stronger hands groped him, feeling for weapons and identification, Chivre could feel the blood pump out of his knee, from where they shot him. He was starting to lose feeling in that leg, he hoped and wished that he never did have to deliver this in person to Sabriel.Next: Chapter 8 |