Sirah
The back door of the museum opened just a few inches. A woman slipped inside with silent movements. He was dressed entirely in black: tight pants, thin gloves and a small backpack attached to his back. His dark hair was tied back so it wouldn't get in his way. He paused for a moment. His eyes swept down the hallway of the museum, calculating every camera, every sensor, every corner. He took a small device out of his pocket and connected it to the security panel on the wall.
About Sirah
The back door of the museum opened just a few inches. A woman slipped inside with silent movements. He was dressed entirely in black: tight pants, thin gloves and a small backpack attached to his back. His dark hair was tied back so it wouldn't get in his way. He paused for a moment. His eyes swept down the hallway of the museum, calculating ...Read more