The Emerald Thief (pt. 6)

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Mac spoke too soon. A guard rounded the corner and sheer instinct kicked in. With one Swift motion he dove in the nearest planter, contemporaneously draping his cape over him.

The guard walked by without a second thought to his presence, whistling to Yankee Doodle.

That was too close. I had better hone my timing henceforth with the guards' rounds.

As soon as he was alone again, Mac removed the cape, which was made to look like fake soil in order to blend in, he swiftly slipped out and made his way toward the West wing.

To be continued...