Free Write Story - Lighting Strikes

Lighting Strikes

Part 1

Jeffery crept through the hallway, holding his breath. The least bit of sound or air would set off the magical detectors placed around the Historical Sector of the All-American Supernatural Museum. His dad’s mission didn’t seem all that unheard of when they left the house, but the closer. The two of them got the worse the idea seemed. His dad had been in a hell of a lot of trouble lately and never explained what he’d been up to. Jeffery never pressed him for a reason either, nor did he ask for an explanation for this little excursion of theirs. He feared what his father might say. The guy was getting older and forgetful, as hard as that was for them both to admit.

His dad pointed ahead of them, grinning like a loon.

Jeffery’s stomach clinched soon as he took in the large glass case enclosed by felt red ropes like they use in theaters and casinos, as well as, well museums to rope off the secured areas. No way the two of them would get past them without setting off any kind of alarm. And the only thing his father made prevalent before they left is they’d be returning with an item of great value. Guess that should have clued him in on how tight security would be. Stupid him.

He grabbed his father’s shoulder, halting him before he reached out and grabbed the rope. He lifted both eyebrows at him.

He got a shake of the head back in return and his father shook his hold off only to snatch the rope and unhook it from its clip.

Jeffery held his breath, but no blaring filled the room. No flashing lights cut through the air. He all but released a huge breath, but halted before he did. Such an act would have indeed set off an alarm of some kind. Father gave him that warning.

Father snatched his arm and dragged him closer to the glass case, tapping the edges of it. He mimed lifting the lid and setting it aside. Jeffery nodded at his dad and then helped him remove the lid. His dad snatched the item and rolled it up tucking it under his shirt then rushed back the way they came.

They were back outside the museum before Jeffery blinked. His dad walked them over to a well-lit area and extracted the stolen piece of paper.

“What is it, dad?”