Perfect Answer

Melania: chuckling Ms. Acey ... I totally get it ... This is the perfect solution ...
Melania: So this is what security looks like from a thief's point of view ... I even enjoy being a thief now.
Melania: Oh please, do not remove that sprinkler! I'll have to change my route again!
Ms. Acey: There is always an accident. Don't let your guard down.
Melania: Then I'll take advantage of that security officer who has a stomache ...
Ms. Acey: And replace him from this shift.
Melania: Fine ... but everything is still as planned!
Sun rises
and falls.
For now, time means nothing to Melania.
The puzzle of attack and defence is the only thing in her world.
Melania: I get it ...
Melania: The security guards strive for perfection, but they're not always good at setting test questions for thieves. They all make mistakes, of which thieves take advantage.
Melania: Father never set questions; he just improvised. So the thieves have no choice but to intrude as they're used to.
Melania: Setting questions was not Father's thing, but he left the job to the thieves, turning them into question creators.
Melania: So Father's unreasonable action actually meant so much ...!
Ms. Acey: My Years with Ramirez. Chapter One. Distract your opponents away from the field they're familiar with. Authored by Melania.
Melania: Chapter Two. Get your opponent into the field you're familiar with. Authored by Acey!
Melania: I'm not experienced in setting questions either ... but I'm very good at giving answers.
Melania: I'm so close ... so close to answer the question given by Sean ...
The door is opened unexpectedly.
Coming into the room are Fiennes and other security guards.
Fiennes: Melania? Are you here for your father's stuff?
Security Staff: Miss, put down that thing in your hands, please.
One of the guards, with no mercy, takes over the sandbox in her hands.
He stuffs it into a paper box and seals it. Another one clicks the shutter.
Melania: Wait. Where are you taking it?
As if they are deaf, the guards just keep listing each item in the room.
Fiennes: They are from the court.
Melania: The court?! For sheriff's sale, this place?
Fiennes: Well, since we can't pay the second compensation, I think so.
Melania: But, why it happened so quickly ...?
Fiennes: Owing to the Rimet Cup theft, the whole private security industry is now being questioned by society. And now the second theft of this ...
Fiennes: Iverson ... Or say, the industry committee asks us to have some self-consciousness and don't humiliate the industry anymore.
Fiennes: Go, Melania. Go back to college.
Melania: ...
Melania: I will, but not now.
Fiennes: Where are you going?
Melania: ... I swear on the honor of Ramirez.
Melania: I will make up for my mistake.
Melania: By the way, sir, it's New Humans' handbook. May I take it?
She waves the Guidance on Security in hand.
The guard only gives it an indifferent glance and takes it as something negligible.
Melania: Goodbye, Uncle Fiennes.
Melania goes down the stairs, smiling.
In the room, Fiennes casts a puzzled eye on the office table she just sits by.
A news cover is sticked on the table, red lines, and more red lines were drawn.
Fiennes: "Ramirez Security thrust into the limelight again after Mainedonty theft."
Fiennes: "The head of New Humans, Iverson speaks out forcefully as Ramirez is expelled from the Guidance on Security editorial board."
Fiennes: "Sean the Great Thief returns. His next target is the painting The Football Match guarded by New Humans......"
Fiennes: "This is the first time Sean has taken a shot at an artifact outside the arcanum antiquities, what exactly is the deeper meaning of this act ......"
He puts the paper down.
Fiennes: Iverson's treasures Guidance on Security is soon going to have its own test.
Fiennes: Another long night.

Melania: Guidance on Security. Article 41: The cameras shall be placed at the vertexes of a triangle to eliminate blind spots ...
Melania: Flaws. Tests have shown that cameras placed the vertexes of a triangle in an arched hall would result in more than one blind spot.
Melania: Guidance on Security. Article 120: Check whether the ventilation ducts are clear before the hypnotic gas is used to avoid accidents.
Melania: Double-edged sword. Tests have shown that it's perfectly possible to intrude from the ventilation ducts. Security measures are highly recommended to be taken in the ventilation areas.
Melania: Guidance on Security. Article 342: Security officers on duty are only allowed to have food and drink distributed by the company.
Melania: Upstream flaws. Tests have shown that anyone can be the working meal vendor of New Humans with a phone call and a costume.
Melania: The security officers will finish the dinner with sleepy poppy beans in it as required by the Guidance.
Melania: Phew ...
She shakes her wrist and closes the Guidance with reluctance.
Melania: Mr. Iverson shouldn't have let us leave the editorial board. There is too much to be revised in his Guidance.
Melania: I'd love to leave my comments on all the articles ... but then I wouldn't be able to finish the essay assigned by Professor Clare.
Ms. Acey: The handbook clearly needs revision from peers.
Melania: Count down the seconds ... Five.
Melania: Ms. Acey, let's go!
The door to the rooftop is opened.
An uninvited guest rushes out of the door like a boarding school student hearing the lunch bell and dashing out of the classroom.
Unfortunately, he stumbles immediately.
???: ... What the hell. Why's there a broom?!
The next second, the sticky ball trap above the door is triggered.
Black and sticky flurry balls rain from above, blocking his sight.
Melania: Ms. Acey!
Melania throws her shoulderbag at that trapped person.
Acey lands perfectly on the man and bites his head.
Melania: Perfect!
She quickly claps and walks toward him with satisfaction.
Stooping down, she picks up the wrapped parcel falling on the ground next to him with no effort.
Melania: The signature of L.S.Lowry ... Yes. This is The Football Match, the painting that New Humans is responsible for.
Melania: Sean the Great Thief, I finally meet you!
The harder he struggles, the tighter these black flurry balls stick on him.
Soon he realizes, either living with the shoulderbag for the rest of his life or losing the part above his neck - these are the only two choices he has.
Sean the Great Thief: ... Broom? Such a cheap trap? For me ...!
Melania: The broom caught the Great thief, Johnny, four years ago. No shame in losing to it, Mr. Sean.
Melania: At least you're not the first.
Sean the Great Thief: ... Is that a comfort?
Sean the Great Thief: Police won't bother rabbiting. Who are you?
Melania: A-hem ...
Melania opens her notebook and reads her script written in advance out loud.
Melania: You don't need to know my name, Mr. Sean. Let's make a deal.
Melania: Do you still have the Mainedonty?
Sean the Great Thief: What if I have?
Melania: The Football Match you stole is a counterfeit. I've taken the real one in advance.
Melania: If you give me the Mainedonty, you can have the real The Football Match. Or I'll hand you over to the police. How about that?
Sean the Great Thief: Oh ... A peer? You made these security guards snooze?
Melania: All you have to say is yes or no.
To remain silent was his first choice, but in the end, he nods.
Sean the Great Thief: Fine ... count me out.
Sean the Great Thief: But how did you figure out I'd leave from the roof?
Melania: Because I had all the other security flaws fixed.
Melania: The only way out without being noticed is the plumbing vent pipes on the roof.
Melania: I guess it's better to talk on the roof than in the drains or the ventilation ducts?
Sean the Great Thief: ... So, you took advantage of the flaws to steal the real painting, and then helped them fix the flaws, just to trade loot with me?
Sean the Great Thief: ... Unbelievable!
Melania: That was part of the plan.
Melania: And it's true that Mr. Iverson's Guidance on Security needs empirical assessment.
Sean the Great Thief: And you're not giving me The Football Match, are you?
The sarcasm in his voice doesn't get any less and it even sounds familiar.
Sean the Great Thief: ... Even if I give you the Mainedonty, you'll exchange the real painting with your arcane skill.
Sean the Great Thief: Am I right, Melania?
Melania: Hmm ...?!
Her name isn't supposed to be known by the one in front of her.
Melania: Wait a minute, Ms. Acey. The voice ...
Ms. Acey: ...
Ms. Acey: I think you owe us an explanation, "Sean".
Shoulderbag releases her capture.
He manages to stand up, breathing out with great relief.
Although black fur is everywhere on his suit, the way he sweeps them can be considered as elegant.
Fiennes: Of course ... But please allow me to get rid of these sticky balls first.
Fiennes: The usual tool to deal with this is salt water ... but personally, I prefer Dr. Papper with mint oil. You can get rid of them and keep them sticky. Recycle.
Fiennes grabs a bottle of spray from his pocket. As he sprays his secret ingredients on them, the sticky balls start dropping like water drops falling from an umbrella.
Fiennes: The combination of sticky balls and broom is an improvised try. But I'll give you 90% of the mark for this classic move, Melania.
Melania: Fin ... Mr. Fiennes?! But how ... how could it be possible? It doesn't make any sense at all!!!
Melania: How can you be Sean?!
Melania: Sean the Great Thief has been working for Ramirez Security for the last five years?! The head of Ramirez Security stole the Mainedonty himself?! It doesn't make sense!
Fiennes: C'est la vies, full of surprises, isn't it?
Fiennes: Did you see yourself stealing The Football Match a week ago?
Melania: I just ... borrowed it! Will return it soon.
Fiennes: That's our top student.
Fiennes: I can return the Mainedonty now as the reward for your high score.
Fiennes: But there is another condition. You must wait for 3 days until you return The Football Match.
Melania clenches her teeth. She feels anger is outraging her sanity.
Melania: I don't know if I can still trust you.
He shrugs.
Fiennes: Melania, there ARE reasons for what I have done.
Fiennes: But the police won't give us time to catch up on these..
The police siren from blocks away is wailing from far to near.
Fiennes: I should go now. Thank you for leaving the vent pipe for me.
Fiennes: Don't bother tracing me. You were not even born when I start my career.
Melania: Wait, Sean!
Fiennes: Oh, this is for you!
Fiennes flips a coin to her.
After all the twists and turns ...
The coin which can decide the fate of Ramirez is here, lying in Melania's hand with no effort.
Melania: Sean ...
She looks down the building, astonished.
The figure of that culprit has become one with the darkness.
Only his voice lingers under the night sky.
Fiennes: Mail The Football Match after 3 days! I'll come to you then!