Theophilous

"Behold the instrument of your doom," Rebecca cried like a peal of thunder, tossing her glorious mane of raven black hair. She stood in the center of the city, taller than all but the biggest skyscrapers, dressed head to toe in red leather, standing next to a huge object veiled with a black shroud. Muffled cries of terror emanated from beneath the fabric. "And how, you say, shall your fate be encompassed?" she continued to the trembling throngs. "Ah, that's the best part. Even I don't yet know how your ruin will be accomplished. But this," she purred, caressing the shroud with one gloved hand, "this will instruct us. Through it I will learn the means of your downfall." Her startling blue eyes focused on the denizens of an office building a city block away, "Perhaps I will be told to have my way with one of your precious high-rises." She slowly traced her tongue over her full lips. "Or maybe I'll be told to crush you beneath my booted feet," she murmured, turning

The first part of the plan was flawless. After checking the device on his arm to make sure the charge was holding, Wolf entered the bank. The teller line was constructed from a dark wood matching his attire. Only two of the seven stations were in use, with few people waiting in line. Wolf drifted to the side closest to the vault, on the pretense that he wanted to look at some brochures. As luck had it, both tellers freed up together. That offered enough cover. Placing a hand on the counter, he shrank down to less than an inch tall. Now the clock was ticking. The device held a limited charge. Scampering along the counter to the first station, currently unoccupied and, dashing under the glass shield, he worked his way into the back office. A shaped charge, too small to be heard, drove a piton into the wood. Wolf repelled to the floor, and dashed across it, with heart racing, towards the open door of the vault. It took precious minutes to find the right deposit