There they go, he thought as the guards left the building. The fools ran straight past me, so unaware. The door shuts automatically with a hiss and a pop. Locked, but that does not matter. The code is already in my possession.

With the coast clear the spy sneaks towards the keypad. Espionage, what a crime. There is so much data, so much worth stealing. I can sell it to the highest bidder; I could blackmail them for more wealth. With the right data in my hands I could crumble empires.

He looked around him. No one was nearby, the security cameras were already deactivated with code he implemented earlier. I have to be quick about it, he decides. The guards will not be gone for long. A small and cold cell in prison sounds far from as luxurious as sipping cocktails on a beach in the Bahama's. Soft laughter erupted but he contained it. This was what he enjoyed. Sixty seconds, in and out. Better not get greedy.

Credits

Game by:
Fredrik Brundin

Additional Art:
Dominic Buchholz

Short Story:
Reggie Schildmeijer

Made for GBJAM 1