The moonlight pierced the room as John Valentine entered the last 8 digit code on the keypad on the wall. He took a deep breath and held it in anticipation as he reached up to turn the heavy dial on the vault door. It silently began to spin and then with a loud metallic thud the steel locks retreated into their recessed slots. The door slowly swung open, and what was revealed to John’s eyes left him shocked and horrified. Even in the darkness, he could see that the counting table and shelving was bare save a bill counter in the center of the table. The 34 billion in gold bullion and bank notes had mysteriously vanished.
18 hours earlier
The flowing mantle of thick dark locks which coarsely covered the back of his hair was not his only vulpine quality as Mr. Valentine made no sound on the marble floors of the 18th century building that housed the British Commonwealth Bank.
“Pardon, ma’am,” John intoned into the still air.
Olivia started at the sound of his voice, breaking the silence that had cocooned her office all morning. Still she managed a friendly smile and asked, “How may I help you?”
He returned her smile with just a shade of cunning, as he glided self assuredly into her office.
“I’m looking for information on tax-sheltered accounts within the commonwealth”
At 6’3”, a muscular physique and strong jawline, John was particularly Olivia’s type, but she could hear from his tone that mischevious smile that would get her into trouble if she let her thoughts continue down this path.
She quickly averted her gaze back to the photo of her husband Sam and son Ethan that stood on took a prominent center position on her desk. It was a photo of the three of them posing in front of a beach in Greece taken 2 years ago on holiday, with the deep blue of the sea contrasted against the stark white of the sand.