And now me
"You have quite a laboratory," I commented, glancing at the glass viles and strange equipment.
We walked about the laboratory for a while, Edward commenting on this and that, when I heard something crunch under my boot. I stopped and lifted my foot to see a spreading of broken glass.
"Alright, what've you done?" asked Hyde, glaring at the broken glass.
"It wasn't me," I protested, "Besides, this glass doesn't come from . . . one of those." I gestured to the strange glass tubes, "See here, the glass is thicker, about as thick as-"
Edward barreled past me before I could finish. He knew what I was going to say before I'd even said it. Window glass.
Hyde yanked aside some well worn curtains to reveal a gaping hole in the window. His face reddened with rage as he dashed back to the lab equipment, making sure nothing had been stolen by this intruder. I studied the shattered glass on the floor, a barely visible trail could be seen from the glass crushed beneath the intruder's feet. The trail led farther into the laboratory, where Edward rummaged through everything he and the doctor possessed.
I wasn't interested in where the trail went, however, what struck me was the type of the foot prints in the glass under the window. I knew those prints well, one could find them anywhere in the Landing, anywhere in Aethasia really. The intruder wore combat boots, the type presented as part of the Autofficer uniform.
My blood ran cold at the thought of an Autofficer crashing through this window moments before, or was it moments? I stepped away from the window and felt the air, it still held traces of heat. The break in was recent.
But where could he have gone? I paged through my mental library of the Landing Autofficers.
Steelblow would have entered an easier way, Flintshot wouldn't hide from us, Elderthrottle would have brought a crew with him, Sharpgaze . . . I glanced back at the print, Wears a smaller size then this.
I cocked my head, a new thought coming to mind, It could be that newer fellow, Blackscar, the one fresh out of the academe. If only I had more notes on him!
"Nothing stolen," reported Hyde, walked up to me, "But I have a feeling that rat's still here!"
"He is," I whispered, "We need to find him before he-"
A bullet whizzed between us before sinking fast into the floor. Edward and I jerked our heads up to see a young man, perched on top of a Victorian bookcase. His jet black hair fell in locks about his face. A long black scar streaked his face, and his eyes were pitch black, and full of malice.
He wasn't here for valuables, he was here on a mission, a mission for death.