Undercover

This is an extremely boring intersection, in a very uneventful area. Marcel has been working this area for years, but nobody really goes…

to the large museum he was parked across from anymore, now that there is a bigger one on the other side of the city. Nonetheless, it’s a job where he just sits there and twiddles his thumbs, much less riveting than his night job at the local bar.

Today will be a tad more eventful for Marcel, although he currently has no idea and truly is twiddling his thumbs on the street corner, inside an unmarked police vehicle. In fact, he is now biting his nails, and not even looking in the correct direction. If he were looking in the direction, the direction of North rather than South, he may notice the young, thin couple in black cloaks carrying an exceptionally large bag out of the museum, with a very peculiar and especially unique shape.

Marcel finally finishes biting his nails and looks in the Northern direction, just as the couple disappear behind an average red minivan. He looks at his watch, and of course fails to notice the couple shoving the bag in the opposing side of the van, but he does in fact see that there is only ten minutes left of his extremely boring shift.

The van door slides shut with a thump, which Marcel hears, but he is not in the slightest bit alarmed. The van is already running due to a remote control starter, and the van speeds away, directly in front of him. He takes a moment to think about whether following this very average red minivan is worth possibly being a few minutes late off work. Marcel decides against this, as he believes, there couldn’t be much going on in this uneventful area that would require his attention, for he has most definitely been sitting here watching the street, which would compare to watching paint dry, the entire time.

Marcel then hears some loud voices, just West of him across the street. A group of museum workers are barreling down the stone museum steps, frantically searching in all directions, and boy do they look angry. Marcel shrinks down into the seat of his unmarked vehicle and glances at his watch, nine minutes now remain.