Devon 5

Damien ran to the window and tossed a small tracking device through the shattered section, it magnetized towards the girl’s back and landed without a sound, immediately fastening itself and turning into the exact color and texture of her shirt. A wry grin made its way across Damien’s face, it disappeared as soon as he turned around. What had taken the girl just minutes to wreck, would now take him weeks to fix. He walked to the other end of the room and flattened his hand out against the wall, three seconds later something briefly flashed green and he walked into his room. The room he walked into was invisible to the outsider’s glance, covered completely of what he called “chameleon tape,” namely, duct tape that had been altered by him to take on the color and texture of its surface. Damien had made his new “room” the shape of a half circle, jutting out of the side of the apartment building, then he had carefully painted it to look like the flat surface that the building would look like originally, then, he covered it all with his” chameleon duct tape.” No-one would know it was there. Damien rubbed his hands together gleefully in anticipation, he sat down in his desk chair and turned on the computer, on one tab he saw the map of the dimension, along with the girl as a red circle of light making her way across it. In another tab he was searching his database, his database he called it, but it was not. Damien had hacked into the official records of new developments in technology, the ORNDT. As he scanned the contents, one particular invention caught his eye. Contact lens, electric contact lenses. That must be what the girl had, well, he would take her advantage away from her. Chuckling, he glanced at the map, she had stopped now, but he took a double-take when he saw where she was. The girl was smack-dab under the Head Quarters of the Dimension Six Aristocracy.