Dressed in a crisp expensive-looking
suit and dark opaque sunglasses, Carmen finally glimpsed the man on the other
end of the phone. Tightly cropped, almost jet-black, hair covered his head in a
sophisticated style that reflected his illegally gotten wealth. As he removed
his sunglasses from his face, Carmen regarded his eyes that were a piercing
blue shade which commanded attention with a single glance. Between his slightly
too close eyes protruded a long slender nose to contrast against his clean
shaven face. A diamond and gold encrusted watch embraced his wrist, peeking
from under the long sleeve of his suit jacket. Overall tall and lean, he
stepped up to the door of the house where Carmen was patiently waiting.
“Let’s get this over with.” He
grumbled.
Leading him to the safe, Carmen
thought back to the warning in her father’s letter: Make sure you never input the wrong code into the safe. If you ever
accidentally do, the room will automatically lock you in and start extracting
the oxygen from the air. To stop this process, there is an override switch
under the panel with the numerical dial, which requires your finger print…
“Show me the detonators.” Carmen
commanded.
Unenthusiastically, he pulled them
out of his pin-stripped suit’s pocket. “Smash them.” Carmen coerced forcefully.
Hearing the glorious crunch under his feet, relief rushed through her. Grieving
her decision one last time, Carmen sluggishly spun to face the safe. She raised
her hand and started to turn the dial: 22-76-36-56-84
Immediately, the door slammed shut
startling the pair now trapped. A high pitched whistle resounded throughout the
small space. Dismayed, Carmen’s enemy accused, “What did you do?!”
“I must have inputted the code
wrong.” She innocently spit out.
“You idiot! You’re going to kill
us!” He panicked.
“Yes, I know. There is no way I am letting you get your filthy hands on
those blueprints!” Carmen vehemently retorted.
Shock at being bested froze him as
the color drained from his face.
Moments past and Carmen started gasping
for breath, feeling her lungs close up. Black spots dotted her vision and
everything blurred. Sliding down the wall, she closed her eyes and felt herself
drifting from conscientiousness. She gulped for one last breath before the
darkness consumed her.
Forgive
me father…
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