A security chief's job consists of either blood-pumping adrenaline or crushing boredom, as Sebastian Lee knew only too well. He was fully expecting the latter to define his day, but a fortuitous glance at the monitors covering the main doors indicated the former would prevail. For entering his building was none other than the accomplished thief Abigail Quinn, known colloquially as Abby Q.
He didn't need facial recognition software to know it was her; he'd made her the focus of his off-work studies, and there was no mistaking the lady: the shoulder-length brunette hair, the piercing gaze, the confident stride -- almost a swagger, he noted with satisfaction -- and that lovely nose of hers. She never bothered to disguise herself, not that her nose would allow it. It was as distinctive as a fingerprint, a DNA sample, or a snowflake; there was no other like it in the world. Lee smiled. His day had just improved exponentia
‘What’s that?’ you turned to see your colleague pointing at your shoulder.
‘There’s something on your shoulder. Like a syringe with some red feathers… Funny thing.’
You tried to turn around to see, but couldn’t, so tried to reach it, and you finally succeeded. The thing you were holding was definitely a syringe, a little syringe with a red tuft on it.
‘What the hell is this? And how did it get on me?’
‘It’s like a tranquilizer…’