Dirk Bell, hearing the foreigner language, has an hard time to not getting into shooting position. Instead, he turns quietly, and with the most innocent face says: “Do you speak English, sir?”
“Yes, I do. This part of the museum is not for visitors, I have to ask you to leave immediately, sir.”
“Oh, sorry. I think I lost myself trough all those corridors…”
“Yes, it happens all the time with foreigners. Guess we need better multilingual signs”.
Dirk Bell mumbles some unintelligible words, and heads for the exit. The place is not a military installation, sure, but still it holds many world-important treasures of arts, and it is well guarded.
But Bell’s intention were not to find the painting now, all by himself. He was checking for hidden security cameras, for purposefully entrance and exits, and, lastly, to hide here and there many “instruments” that would came useful later in the night, when the time for the mission will come.
Meanwhile, a few yards away form the museum, in the Piazza della Signoria…
… a rental truck parks in front of the Museum. There is a forklift ready to take in custody the large crate.
Inside, three man are talking.
“Can you explain me how Kit arranged to have this crate sent to the Museum?” asks Ed to the other two. “I still don’t understand how he did accomplish it”.
“Ah, it was easy. We bribed the La Perdita Minister of Culture. It even cost us not much money…”
Ed makes his best astonished expression: “But… but that’s illegal!”
The van explodes into a general laugh.
Danny’s point his index finger toward the main exit of the Museum. “Dirk’s arriving…”
Ed replies: “Ok, now we go to a good restaurant I know, and wait for the night. Then Grimm will open the door for us.”
“Hey, poor Grimm will not eat this evening”.
Ed strokes his head, a little perplexed. “Well… I don’t think he needs to eat. He’s dead.”
