James stepped up to the counter to pay for his ticket. He remembered to be friendly but not overly. Just another patron. Unmemorable. He took the map he was offered and moved silently down the hall. He entered the green room and studied the art but kept an eye on the guard in his peripheral. It was imperative he not raise suspicion. He made his way slowly to the rest-room, found the third stall and locked himself in. He removed the tank lid quietly and placed the cylinder in the corner. All he had to do now was get clear of the building, quickly.
This week’s photo:© Roger Bultot