Derek walked the halls of the museum. He looked like a bored teenager who was merely killing time. In actuality, he was a bored teenager who was scoping the place out for a heist.
Derek, A.K.A. Necro, was a little down sense he got out of prison. Business wasn\'t so good, and that meant he had too much time on his hands. Derek was in his normal disguise, he wore a nice looking black suit, with an unnaturally white dress shirt beneath it. He was pale, and his face showed the slightest hint of a sunburn from his walk here. His shoulder length black hair was a mess, it was everywhere, and incredibly greasy. Derek didn\'t care though. It was who he was.
A sigh escaped his lips as his footsteps echoed through the almost deserted hallway. No rare jewels, no mummies, nothing. His best plan so far was ressurecting a T-rex and using it to rob as much as he could from the art section. The reason he even came to this town was he thought he could get rich quick.
Derek was snapped from his thoughts when he heard a female voice. He looked around and saw a woman who didn\'t look much older than he was. He looked around again, and noticed they were the only two in the hallway.
"D\'you say something?" he asked, not exactly sure that he heard her now.