Devon 4

Devon was well hidden in a crevice and watched gleefully as Damien walked past her. Devon had done her research and emerged from her hiding place and began walking to Damien’s apartment. Ohhhh he would be furious, how he would rage! Five flights up and to the left, a simple door faced her, she knew it was anything but simple. Refraining from scanning it with her lens, she instead leaned down and looked it over visually, then pulled a handful of dust out of one of her pockets, flattened her hand, and blew the dust towards the door. Five seconds later, the dust revealed a sheet of laser across the door, slightly in front of the handle. Blowing more dust, Devon confirmed that it was an unbroken sheet across the entire door. She pushed a button on her wrist, turned the handle, and walked in, unaffected by the sheet of laser. Devon allowed herself a smug smile. A rigged bomb was in the apartment, set for one minute after the arrival, of an unrecognized life form; Devon quickly located it and set on a convenient way to destroy it. She mischievously lifted his computer and threw it at the bomb. Both the bomb and the computer were reduced to a smoldering heap of hardware. Devon then ransacked the place, throwing contents of drawers everywhere, upsetting tables, turning over his bed, even going so far as to stab holes in the wall. When she was content with her work, she turned to leave. A small door caught her eye, one that she had missed before, opening it, she peered inside. A small machine was in the middle of the room, it had a bracelet of sorts attached to a thick vine of wires, the wires lead to a strange apparatus, but before she had time to examine it or destroy it, the front door opened. “WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED?!?!?!?!” Damien sounded outraged; that was good, Devon wanted him outraged, she just hadn’t wanted to be present for it. She heard his footsteps leading to the hidden room and opened the door to bolt, instead, she was face to face with him. His eyes were gray and angry, fury and frustration filled them. Devon made a note to remember this, this mysterious fellow who kept even more mysterious machines in his apartment, was easily upset. He glared at her, surprised to see her there, relieved to see his machine intact, and angry at her for ruining his apartment. In short, he didn’t know what to do. Devon took advantage of that fact, and barreled past him, jumping gracefully out of the open window and falling lightly on the tin roof below. “Bye!” She called cheerfully. Ahh he would rue the day he picked a fight with D-11-3.