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Crorie sped upstairs, checking the source of the projections. Until now, she didn’t think Arsene had resurfaced into her life. However, the person who installed these projectors was a cocky little showoff. And Arsene, was a showoff. This looked like something he’d do, if he could get away with it. If Arsene did this, he had to have access to this floor and money to purchase the equipment. Likely, the source of the money was questionable. But it didn’t matter if Crorie couldn’t confirm the robber to be Saga Longwei. Finding the nearest projector, Crorie investigated. There was a cord connected to it, which went through a window. Opening it, Crorie looked down into the alleyway. She had put the final piece together.

Sherlock Holmes was in the hallway when he heard the voice. He wasn’t sure who it was, but he knew his brother was in danger. And this time, he didn’t know if he would survive. Swiftly, Sherlock ran across the bank like a hound chasing a fox. Where was Arsene hiding now? Undeniably, he was planning something crazy, which would be impossible for anyone else to do. Knowing that the most miniscule of details could provide entry, Arsene would be able to pinpoint a weakness in the security. But where would there be such a hole in the bank’s system. As Sherlock ran, his phone rang.
Answering, Sherlock greeted. “Hello?”
“It’s me, Sherlock.” Crorie said. “I don’t have much time to talk, but I think I found Arsene.”
This was certainly a surprise to Sherlock. He didn’t expect Arsene to move so fast. Sherlock then halted. There was a huge empty space on the wall, about six feet long and twelve feet wide. It WAS were the tapestry hung. It wasn’t there anymore. Instead, there was a French playing card, an Ace of Clubs. Frowning, Sherlock swiped the item.

Dear Baron, I find these stolen trinkets satisfying, but I am not done with the moving process yet. I shall transport the valuable chess board and its pieces to a much more suitable location. Do not fear for them, I shall take good care of them.
Arsene Lupin.

Cursing under his breath, Sherlock inquired. “Where’s Arsene?”
Crorie’s response made Sherlock’s day harder. “I want to talk to him first, I’ll bring him to you.”
Crorie hung up. That was the first time in awhile she letter her feelings interfere in her work.

Arsene crawled out of the vent, silently reaching the floor below. Surprisingly, it was easy to get through. He had expected things to be harder with all the rumors he heard about the place having state of the art security. Maybe he was just too good. As Arsene removed the glass casing to take the chessboard and its pieces, the lights turned on in the room.
“Evening, Saga.”
Arsene turned his head to see Crorie, who was at the left side of the room. With one hand, she hid part of her face with her fan, while the other hand held her umbrella.
Blushing slightly, Arsene bowed, removing his top hat. “Good evening to you, Lady Crorie.”
Crorie was the only person Arsene referred to with the title lady. They had been friends ever since childhood, along with Sherlock and Rook. Although Crorie had made it clear that such a honorific was not necessary, Arsene continually called her this.
“You haven’t changed much. You’re just as cocky as when I met you.” Crorie stated. “Sherlock is waiting for you.”
Arsene did not like to keep Lady Crorie waiting. She was strong and more than capable of fighting Arsene. Setting the chessboard on the floor, Arsene waited for the trapdoor to kick in.
When it did, taking the treasure with it, Arsene announced. “Very well, I’ll accompany you.”
Obediently, Arsene walked down the hallway. Lady Crorie escorted him, keeping her weapons close.
“Milady,” Arsene started, “I would have no problem taking you with me. You’d never have to work again.”
Lady Crorie answered, being clear. “I’ll stay with my brother and father.”
Although he tried to remain respectful, Arsene said. “I can see that bruise on the back of your neck. You were hit again. I can say without a doubt it was not Rook, he’d never lay a hand on you, but your father…”
Lady Crorie sent an ice cold stare at Arsene, with a clear warning. It was then Arsene decided to drop the subject.