"There are people who would do anything to get their hands on the treasures. Powerful, influential people."
"What do you mean the girl got away again?" The man hidden in shadows questioned in a raspy voice that made the visitor shudder.
"Sh- she is strong sire..." the visitor replied.
"You're telling me that she was able to fend off four, I repeat, FOUR assassins on her own and that she left without barely a scratch?"
"I'm sorry, si-" A shot echoed through the empty corridors of the building.
"I hate failures." the man muttered replacing the gun in its holster and reaching for the phone.
"We need to talk." He said. He would not let things go out of hand now. Thirty years, he had waited for this. He wouldn't stop now. He took out the gold rimmed key and admired its intricate designs in the sunlight that filtered through the partially open window.
The waiting was almost over.