Lexus Tristan sat in the surveillance room, surrounded by monitors displaying the various corners of the mansion. His mind buzzed with thoughts as he tried to decipher the enigma that lay before him. What was the mystery treasure hidden within the mansion's depths? Why did certain individuals possess knowledge of its existence? And what connections tied the previous owner to the Bendeta family?
Hours of brainstorming yielded no breakthroughs, leaving Lexus frustrated and mentally drained. Realizing he needed a break, he decided to rest his weary mind and take a short nap. Three other security guards accompanied him in the room—one stationed at the door and two assigned as cooking guards.
The afternoon drifted into evening as the sun dipped below the horizon. Outside the mansion, ten guards patrolled the perimeter, their watchful eyes scanning the surrounding area. Unbeknownst to them, the calm night air carried whispers of impending danger.
In the midst of darkness, Lobo, one of the five thieves, spoke softly into his radio earpiece, calling out to James, the leader of their group. "Operation AA, commence," Lobo whispered, signaling their entrance into the mansion. The thieves were well-prepared, armed with blueprints and valuable security information.
Donning their sleek, ninja-like masks, James and his gang embarked on their mission to infiltrate the Bendeta Mansion. The mansion itself stood grand and imposing—a sprawling 56,000-square-foot, 7-acre structure nestled within the Silangan forest near Malapag City. Its towering five stories seemed to hold secrets within its walls, waiting to be unraveled.
Prince Gunner, the sharpshooter, readied his tranquilizer gun, silently neutralizing three of the ten guards patrolling the grounds. Milky Cow and Oriana Hoody, masters of deception, strategically placed beer bottles next to the slumbering guards, cleverly masking their presence.
The thieves lay in wait, hidden in the shadows, biding their time for the perfect opportunity to slip inside undetected. Their eyes darted from one point to another, searching for any signs of weakness in the mansion's defenses.
Within the surveillance room, Lexus stirred from his nap, unaware of the impending breach. As he regained his composure, a surge of intuition coursed through him—a sixth sense that danger was approaching. With a renewed sense of urgency, he sprang into action.
To be continued…