Sneaking around on tiptoe, Skye's shadow stretched long and slanted across the ground in the moonlight, making her look like an oversized wildcat.
She jogged across the street, acting like a thief and feeling somewhat guilty. After her failed intrusion into The Pentagon exposed her, there was still a bounty on her head.
Otherwise, why would she be living in a van and eating fast food? It made it easier to evade the manhunt.
When she reached the door, she took a hairpin from her head and picked the lock. She had learned that at one of the organization's gatherings in the past, and she had stolen her little van the same way.
That was right. Besides picking locks, she had also learned how to steal cars. All kinds of talented people attended the organization's offline meetups, so she might as well learn what she could. More skills never hurt.
Biting the tip of her tongue with her pearly teeth, she gently turned the hairpin in the lock, closing her eyes to feel the faint vibrations and the sensation of the tumbler springs being lifted.
Then she twisted the Door Handle, and the door opened.
Her slender body slipped through the doorway, and she hurried toward the third floor. She only needed to carry off the computer tower; if she moved quickly, nothing would go wrong.
The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet. The Aliens' residence was unexpectedly tidy, without even the slightest trace of daily life, as though they did not need to eat.
"Right, Aliens eat dirt."
Skye gave an awkward little laugh as she talked to herself. It had been their Rising Tide organization that dug up the secret Alien footage from a cloud drive in Mongolia, added translations in various languages, and released it worldwide.
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