"I don't much like the looks of this, chief..." the gymnast known as X-Acute said, standing on the Italian rooftop, looking through a pair of night vision binoculars.
"What's going, X?" Johnny Omicron asked, stepping up alongside his teammate and tapping the side of his visor-helmet. Instantly, his view was amplified fifty times as he got a good look at the rooftop of the Uffizi Museum. Four figures. Descending into the open skylight.
"This doesn't look good," Omicron said, lowering his transmitting mike to his lips and addressing the other scattered members of Project Omicron. "This is Johnny O. to all members of Project Omicron. You've got some company coming in, Sheik. X-Acute and I are on our way in for back-up. Repeat. X and I are coming in."
Johnny's body shook momentarily as his boot thrusters kicked in, lifting him into a hovering position. He looked down at his teammate. "You need a lift, X?"
"No thanks, Johnny," X-Acute said, holding up a gloved hand. "I think I can handle this one on my own. I'll even use their entrance and follow 'em through, while you meet up with Sheik and the others."
"Your call, soldier," Omicron said as he rocketed into the air. The small controller joysticks slid easily into his palms as he steered himself downward toward the Uffizi Museum.
Below, he saw X-Acute leap from the building he was perched upon and freefall 'til he came across a flagpole. Using his downward momentum, the gymnast took off into a spiral motion, spinning around the pole before dismounting and landing on the back of a moving semi. Hopping, then, from moving car roof to moving car roof, X-Acute hurtled himself into the air once again, making his way onto the gates surrounding the museum and propelling himself onto the surface of the building, where he began to climb the heavy stone building.
"Well, he's as good as in," Omicron breathed, setting himself down within the museum yard. Looking around, he clicked a button on his wrist, which activated a built-in camoflauge of his own design, which caused him to blend in like a chameleon to his surroundings. He then tore off toward Sheik's entrance...
Inside...
"We have company," Sheik said, lowering his hand from his earpiece and looking toward Arges and Rose, who busied themselves looking for any files associated with Joaquim de Cuccubao, Tanfo de Perugia, or the Liber Vitae.
"We heard," Arges bellowed softly, trying his best to keep his booming voice down. "What do we do?"
"We take care of it," Sheik said, pulling his schimitar from his its scabbard.
"Now?" Arges whispered. "We don't even have the files out! This was supposed to be an in-and-out mission to see if we even have any leads as to whether or not this book is here!"
"This just got more complicated, Arges," Sheik hissed. "Omicron and X-Acute are on their way. Until they show up, we will have to do this ourselves."
"Do you think it's about the book?" Arges asked, pulling his hammer and axe from their places at his sides. Beside him, Rose pulled out two guns and began to inch her way toward the door.
"There is a distinct possibility that Project Omicron was not the only group brought in on this case," Sheik said, moving closer to where Rose was now standing by the door. "In which case, we must do everything within our power to see that we are the ones who finalize this contract..."
"Yeah..." Arges nodded, walking up behind his teammates. "Let's do this thing..." Rose nodded her assent.
And, with that, the three members of Project Omicron made their way into the halls of the Uffizi Museum...
