Sierra

 

I waited a couple of minutes after Gunner left to get up from the table and leave. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t sitting outside watching for me, but I also needed to hurry. I didn’t have long. If it was an emergency meeting, it meant the guys knew who I was and wanted to make sure he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

 

Just as he had told me, there were two drivers outside. They both sat up front on the way back to the house.

 

“So, how long have you guys been working for Gunner?” I asked after getting into the car. They didn’t answer. They stared straight ahead like robots. Gunner had definitely trained them well, I observed.

 

Hopefully, I had been trained better.

 

I pulled out my phone and texted Coyote.

 

Gunner is at a Immortal meeting. I need my bag from my room.

 

Will have a driver by soon with it, she replied a moment later. Meet him at the gate.

 

As we pulled into the driveway, I looked outside and spotted all of the guards. Gunner had men everywhere, and most of them were supposed to be hidden. One of the benefits of not talking to his drivers was that I had a chance to check out the outside.

 

One of the downsides of having bright red hair was having to figure out how to hide it when the time came to be sneaky, especially when I didn’t have my equipment. I was going to have to find something in his closet.

 

Time was of the essence.

 

Once they dropped me at the door, I hurried upstairs without running. I dug through his closet and through his dresser drawers. I found a hoodie tucked behind all of his t-shirts in the closet. It was a small black hoodie. It didn’t look like anything that would have fit Gunner.

 

I pulled it on and found that it fit me almost perfectly. I laughed and looked at myself in the mirror.

 

“He probably got this before he realized who I was,” I told my reflection. “But I am not mad at it, not in the least.”

 

I zipped it up and tucked my hair down the back. I changed shoes quickly, leaving the long gown on. It was black, and it covered me all the way down to the ground. The hoodie covered my head, my arms, my face, and my hands. There was a good chance I could escape through the darkness to get my bag and hurry back without being spotted.

 

I loved good chances.

 

I met Coyote’s driver at the gate and grabbed my bag. We didn’t speak. He just handed it to me out the window. I threw it over my shoulders and hurried back inside. For so many security guards, it was really easy to get past all of them. I was kind of disappointed in that, but it also meant there weren’t going to be very many delays in getting this done.

 

Back in his room, I pulled up the floorplan on my phone.

 

I zoomed in and looked for any special doors or passageways I hadn’t found in exploring the home.

 

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said aloud as I found it. There was a panel in the kitchen, the one room where there were almost always staff members. “That makes sense,” I added. He didn’t want to leave the doorway unguarded.

 

I opened my pack and pulled my clothes out, ditching my dress and hoodie on the bed for a tight black long-sleeved shirt and black pants. I slid my black shoes on and grabbed my gloves. I pulled the black cap over my head.

 

My phone buzzed while I check my bag for the rest of my gear. I had a small handgun and a few other things I could use. I had a chloroform bomb in there as well. It was a small metal container that had enough condensed chloroform in it to knock out several people in a room after just a couple of minutes.

 

I looked at my phone.

 

Driver is outside waiting once you get it, Coyote said.

 

On my way in now, I responded.

 

I slid my phone in my bag and grabbed my chloroform bomb. I threw the pack back over my shoulders and left the room. I hurried downstairs to the kitchen to find two staffers hanging out talking. It seemed like it was always the same two.

 

I had to come up with a distraction to get them out of the kitchen so I could locate the panel. I ran into the living room. At the base of the stairs, there was a small sculpture standing on a white pedestal. I shoved it and ran back by the kitchen. The sculpture hit the floor and skidded across the marble before hitting the large window looking out to the back yard.

 

Somehow, it sounded like the sculpture didn’t shatter when it hit the floor. The window, however, wasn’t so lucky. It shattered, and I could hear the glass raining down from it onto the marble.

 

Both of the staffers left the kitchen, and I hurried in behind them, checking the walls until one gave. I pulled the hidden door open and slid into the top of a stairwell. I could see down into the basement, where there was a large concrete room with two guards standing in front of a metal door.

 

I tossed the chloroform bomb onto the floor between them. They both jumped back and looked at it, then up at me, but by the time they saw me, the chloroform was already leaking out and getting to them. I covered my face with a thick cloth and hurried down to the door.

 

My method of keeping the chloroform back wasn’t fool-proof, so I only had a couple more minutes than the guards before it affected me.

 

The door had a simple lever system in place for the dead bolts. All I had to do was spin the knob in the front to unlock it. Once the bolts slid back, the door just opened pretty much on its own, and just in time, too. The chloroform was starting to get to me.

 

The bomb I had used wasn’t a standard chloroform bomb. It was more like a chloroform cocktail, but it was so strong that a glass bottle wouldn’t have held it. It was also strong enough that I had to get the hell out of there before it got into the vault with me.

 

I stopped right in front of the Sun Stone. It was in a glass case sitting on top of a podium. It stared at me with its beautiful golden color. I couldn’t believe I was standing right in front of it. It was a myth, a legend, but there it was. It was the largest cut diamond in the world. It was priceless. We could ask anything we wanted for it.

 

The next largest gold diamond was nothing compared to this massive gem. In fact, some Sun Stone stories claimed that the Jubilee Diamond had been cut from the original, but I had met the Jubilee Diamond in person, and it was nowhere near as beautiful. They weren’t even the same color. The smaller diamond was almost brown. The Sun Stone was pure gold in color.

 

“You and I have a lot in common,” I told the diamond in front of me. “Neither one of us can sit still for very long, huh?”

 

If I had been superstitious, I would have probably thought it was fate that someone as nomadic as I was had finally set her hands on a diamond as nomadic as the Sun Stone.

 

I hoped that one day, my journeys would make me a legend just like the diamond.

 

“Not if you don’t hurry up,” I told myself, coughing into the cloth over my mouth.

 

I pushed the glass out of the way, and it shattered on the floor. I snatched the diamond and stuffed it into my bag. It was time to go. I was starting to get woozy form the chloroform. It was the strongest bomb I had ever used before.

 

That, or this was the most beautiful gem I had ever stolen before, and it had actually distracted me from my escape. I hurried back up the stairs and opened the hidden door into the kitchen.

 

I left it open while the staffers in the living room were still dealing with the broken glass. With any luck, the chloroform from downstairs would drift up and knock them out as well when they came back into the kitchen.

 

I was finished, and it was time for me to get the hell out of there. I ducked out of one of the side entrances to the house, just as I had when I snuck out to get my bag. I ran along the wall to avoid detection. I pulled my cap down over my face to hide my fair skin from the light, keeping myself completely in the shadows.

 

Once I reached the gate, I ducked through, just like before. The passenger side door in the unmarked car opened. There were no lights on it. I hurried over to it and jumped in.

 

“Let’s go. He’ll be home soon, and it won’t be long before they figure out what just happened to them.” I pulled the diamond out as the driver pulled away.

 

“That’s it?” he asked.

 

“That is it. Oh, keep your lights off. I think I see him coming.” I glanced in the side mirror on the door. Sure enough, I saw his motorcycle’s headlight as it approached the driveway. We were far enough away that there was no way he saw us in the darkness.

 

Once the lights from his bike disappeared through the gate, I signaled to the driver to turn his lights on.

 

“Coyote is going to be so proud,” I said, coughing.

 

“Text her and let her know you got it,” the driver said.

 

“No,” I smiled. “I think I’m going to wait until we show up with it and surprise her. What do you think?” I asked.

 

“I don’t know. Surprising her seems risky, you know?”

 

“Good point.” But, for me, surprising her wasn’t a bad thing. I couldn’t explain my relationship with Coyote to anyone else. I got away with things no one else could do.

 

Then again, my relationship with my boss wasn’t the only special one out there. There was also my relationship with Gunner, and I had just wrecked it for the diamond in my hand. I was about to turn the diamond over to my boss, and I would have neither one of them then. It seemed kind of foolish in hindsight, but there didn’t seem to be any turning around.

 

Gunner was probably getting off his bike to find what I had left behind at his place. There was a broken window in the living room and a piece of art that may or may not have been destroyed in the process. But there were also a couple of guards who had been knocked out, and the chloroform fumes were probably still pretty potent in the kitchen as well as in the stairwell on the way down to the vault.

 

He was going to go into that vault to find that I had betrayed him, but he had to know it was coming. He had to know that I had been trying to set him up the whole time. I had used sex to get in, and once I was in, it was only a matter of time before everything else got set into motion. I couldn’t allow myself to feel too bad because Gunner had to be smart enough to see some shit like that coming.

 

Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had done something horrible by screwing him over.