Silent Swiss

Underneath the rubble, a golden key lay. A gloved hand picked it carefully out of the remains of the safety deposit box in the banks crumbling plaster wall. His hand raised it to eye level, blew off the sooty ash, and then turned between his fingers so it caught the dim shafts of light, peaking through the vaults door. The key was about an inch and a half long, solid gold with the numbers 3176 engraved on the handle. They matched. He twirled it in his fingers so it flashed and sparkled from the halls light, reflecting off the dark walls. He slipped it in his chest pocket and turned hurrying out of the devastation. The concrete remains crumbled and cracked below his combat boots as he staggered to the thick steel door. Grasping the vaults door frame, he swung himself easily over the smoldering wreckage of an expired detonator, and slipped through the dark shadowy halls of the office building. Exiting the building out a back basement door, an idle black Audi A4 was sitting next to a graffitied dumpster. Silently, he hopped the railing and accumulated trash bags lining the concrete low wall and slipped into the cars back seat. He closed the door, and turned to face a man dressed in an Swiss tailored black suit. In one hand he held a black leather brief case and in the other a sleek magnum pointed directly at his face. The thief calmly removed his mask. The man lowered the his gun. Without a word, the thief extracted the tiny golden key from the network of tiny pockets lining his chest, and placed it on top of the brief case, pushing it slowly across the glossy leather surface towards the man. The mans eyes fell to the key. He picked it up, raising it to eye level catching the dim light from the dank ally street lamps out side the car. Silently he slipped the key in his own breast pocket and pushed the brief case across the leather seat toward the thief. The thief gave a nod to the man and stepped out of the car as silently as an owl leaving its perch in search of prey. The door shut with snap, the tires screeched, and the car roared out of the alley, leaving a mist of alley sewage frothing in its tire wake. The thief watched the car whip around the corner into the road, its brake lights a slash of red in the dark night. He turned and in a second was swallowed by the darkness.