CHAPTER 1: THE TRESPASSER
"Busy day, Bob?" The museum guard asked his comrade.
Bob chuckled and adjusted his hat, "Busy doesn't cut it, Frank. Ever since they dug up that one gem, the...the...
"Gem of winds?"
"Yeah, that's it! This place has been busting in with tourists, archeologists, scientists. Hell, even authors."
"Probably because of that myth that the gem carries."
"Something about luck comes to he who holds it."
"Yeah, maybe it'll give me a raise."
The two guards laughed and talked some more as they neglected to see two figures begin to scale the side of the building.
"You hear them two knuckleheads? I tell ya, guards these days..."
"More scaling less talking, Thank you."
The two figures climbed to the roof top of the museum, cautiously attempting to stay in the shadows. The taller one, Sly, had a black and yellow robe that covered most of his body while the shorter one, LB, had a blue robe that matched the attire of her partner. Both had b