Fallen Thirst

Chapter twenty five

Roland's POV

We get to the Clorien Museum. Everybody with their families, and extended family, and friends were all here to see expensive architectural work and items.

We are here to steal back our crest. "So Blade, how are we gonna get our crest without getting caught and sent to jail?"

"Well, if you were paying attention, there's an auction here. When we get in we bid our crest and get out."

"Seems easy enough."

"Hopefully."

Walking up to the entrance, the guard stops us. "ID's please."

We showed our ID's to him but he didn't seemed impressed.

"Your Museum ID's."

Blade and I look at each other surprised. We needed museum ID's now? What kind of world is this?!

"We don't have any museum ID's," Blade said.

"No museum ID's, no entering. Now scram."

We walk away from the entrance going back to our truck. We get in starring at the museum.

"What do we do now?" I grumble.

"We've got to get in. But how?" Blade said the last part quietly, almost to himself.

I stare outside thinking how we can get in. I notice two guys walking around back glancing around like they wouldn't want to get caught.

"Hey Blade," I slap his arm getting his attention, "look." I point. Glancing in the direction I'm pointing, he smirks.

"Let's go follow them."

Scrambling out of the car, we rush to follow them. Rounding the side, a door closes suddenly. Assuming it's those guys, we follow them in as Blade scans to make sure we're not being watched or followed.

Scurrying in the door shut behind us and we see the following scene; everyone is scurrying around getting everything ready for the auction.

"Is the five legged horse ready in the case?" Someone shouted. Several yeses were announced.

Cases of expensive fortunes are lined up ready to be sold.

We crept in the shadows hoping to not be seen. We made our way through the staff door into the hallway where thousands of people gathered. "They all look rich," I whisper to Blade.

"They probably are."

We were about to pass them when I peaked inside. I grabbed onto Blade's arm and pulled him in.

"Roland, what the hell are you doing?"

"In here is the auction."

"Perfect."

I grabbed a paddle and we stood in the corner passing the paddle to Blade, as the room filled. People gathered in the huge white room, the tall windows let in the sunlight, brightening the room more. Blade and I pulled our hoods over our heads to block out the sunlight. Although it doesn't hurt us, it can give us Hep D and I'm not in the mood to get sick.

Everyone has gathered in, a few standing in the back since all the chairs have been taken.

"We're not bidding on anything except for the that crest," Blade whispers in my ear.

I nod stiffly.

A woman, looks to be in her early sixties, with her dry blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Her narrow face gave me the creeps as her ice cold eyes darted across the room. Her black work coat stuck tightly to her body with her white blouse underneath, her black tight  skirt that cling to her legs fell to her knees. To top it all, her black point toed heels. She stood tall and powerful folding her hands together.