Every theif knows these two rules;

1. Don't get caught

2. If it seems too easy, it's a trap.

I'd gotten this far and with hardly any trouble. 2 guards outside of the facility and only another 3 since I have been inside. Here I was face to face with what I've spent years looking for; my mother's amulet. It's said to have magical qualities, that's why the Keep has had it hidden away in this "high-security" building worlds away from civilization.

With one last look, my eyes dart around the room before finally grabbing the amulet with a tentative grasp. I brace myself for alarms because again, this has been way too easy but nothing happens. I shove the amulet into my pocked and tie myself back to the grappling hooks wire, clicking the retract button; I can practically taste the victory warm in my mouth.

Once on top of the building, I put my gear back into my backpack and get my phone out to send the signal when suddenly,

*snap*

There he is. Right below me on the ground, smirking at his comrades fallen bodies. My arch nemesis, Grave. And he knew I was there. I had to think fast.

Dropping to my knees, I roll out of view and grab into my pack with a frantic pace. Trying to be as stealthy as possible, I grab the smoke grenade, my hands fumbling with the anxiety of being THIS CLOSE to completing my mission.

*POP*

The smoke grenade falls from my hands and falls a few stories down to the ground where it lands, broken. Pretty much took my hope with it, I thought. I scrambled to my feet and cluched my backpack as I stood face to face with Grave.

"It's been a while," he said, letting the glare of his pistol smile at me. "Miss me, Red?"

I took a single step back and grabbed the small pistol tucked into my thigh high right boot. I fired the gun at him without missing a beat. "Not at all."

The bullet had grazed by his face and he was on me immidiately, knocking my backpack to the side of me. A strange glow illuminating through it now. He slammed my wrist down, causing the gun to scatter a good distance away. Groaning, I headbutted him in the face, hard. Blood trickled down onto me and he winced holding his nose, his gun in hand.

I had two options; take that gun and try again.

Or... see what that amulet was all about.

In a split second decision and one singular motion, I threw him forward and off of me and rolled while grabbing the necklace out of the backpack. I put on the amulet and gripped it with purpose, willing something, anything to happen.

Grave, still holding the bridge of his nose, stood up and laughed. "You stupid girl, it doesn't do anything!" He took another threatening step towards me, raising his gun. He placed his finger on the trigger and simultaneously a bright light emited from the amulet. He was on fire in an instant and I was gone.

Time to finally go home.