Chapter Two:
Devlin Crooks didn’t retire for the night; his laboratory was alive with the symphony of bubbling concoctions, beeping alarms, and the horrifying wail of the unknown.
His blue eyes were locked upon a cyan powder; his pupils were dilated from the toxic fumes polluting the air...
Chapter one:
The life of the criminal wasn’t a Hollywood movie like the Sandiego family liked to present it to the media. Carmen Sandiego's only child knew to keep a solid reputation for staying out of reach of the law, as the world of thievery was considered merely a game of hide and seek...
The Squirrel.
The wind blew through the crimson leaves, and the shiver of autumn’s arrival hung in the air. The city’s streetlights were lighting up one by one as people returned home on busy streets.
The neighborhood park was filled with life as I noticed a chubby grey squirrel and how he was...
Anya sits on the grey-tiled floor, carefully holding the handle of a green mug. The aroma of her freshly brewed pot of Oolong tea is adrift in the air.
Her silvery phone is within arm’s reach, and the melody of “Swan Lake, Op. 20: Act IV – Finale” by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky plays...
Actually, the only thing that wasn't stolen at the Louvre's Apollo Gallery is the Regent Diamond, figure no one would take it because something to do with a curse.