ππ·π΄ππ΄ πΈπ π°π½ πΈπ½ππππ³π΄π πΎπ½ ππ·π΄ πΆππΎππ½π³π. cloaked in the mist, someone has slipped their way past the gates. tonight certainly was an ideal night for infiltration : cold fronts off the g.otham bay mean heavy cloud in the hills of the estate. that, and the manor should be empty, given the g.ala at wa.yne enterprises requiring the denizens of the house. unfortunately for their uninvited guest, A.LFRED PENNYWORTH RARELY LEAVES THE MANOR UNPROTECTED. while he has yet to ascertain how they entered, there is movement in the library. considering the library's secrets ( both intellectual and physical ), this is of course cause for alarm. typically, thieves are focused elsewhere - for more obvious valuables or seeking information more accessible ( supposedly ) in the study.
on quiet feet he moves, his many decades of espionage ever carrying him forward. prepared, armed and rather displeased to be pulled away from his evening revisiting the m.anchurian candidate. rather than enter the library the typical way, he slips into the servants stairs : passages within the walls that only the family are aware exist ( and only two among them who have knowledge of their access, given the propensity for subterfuge among his charges ). the wood panel slides open soundlessly : he raises the rifle, and πΈππ½'π πππΈππ΄ ππππ΄ ππ·πΎ - πΎπ ππ·π°π π·π΄ ππ΄π΄π.
β put your hands where i can see them. you are trespassing on private property, β while he had not anticipated something quite like @junmoone, after all these years little can unsettle him so. perhaps he will be surprised, it has been known to happen. [ * π¦π : π½πΎπ π°π²π²π΄πΏππΈπ½πΆ. ]
