The lasers hummed back to life, scanning a fake. Valentina was already halfway to the balcony. She slipped into the cool night air, the original Iris rolled tightly into a specialized tube. Below, a matte-black motorcycle idled in the alleyway.
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Valentina stood before the "Midnight Iris," the most guarded painting in the Nappi Gallery. To the casual observer, she was just another wealthy patron in a silk gown, sipping champagne. To the security team watching the monitors, she was a non-threat. They were wrong. The lasers hummed back to life, scanning a fake
As the clock struck midnight, the lights flickered—a planned "glitch" from her partner in the van outside. Valentina moved with the grace of a predator. She didn't cut the canvas; she swapped the entire frame with a pressurized decoy hidden beneath her cloak. "Three... two... one," she whispered. Below, a matte-black motorcycle idled in the alleyway