The sound of boots echoed through the silent hallways of the auction house.
"Any recorders?"
"We have neutralised them, but I don't think they are the only ones."
"What if we destroy the control room?"
"You know there's a thing called backup. The copy of every single thing is stored in other places. Disabling the active monitors is the only possible and efficient thing to do."
"I know that."
"..."
"Tsk. When will they arrive?"
The man glanced at his watch, as he pushed the cart in his hand.
Both the men had the standard staff uniform of the auction house. They were currently carrying refreshments for their guests.
"The plan is too risky."
The man on the right with a bald head commented.
"Since when were you such a coward? Did the great—"
"Shut up, bastard! If only you hadn't joined them, I would have killed you a hundred times."
Number 800 spoke with heated eyes.
