Author's Note: OMGS! Another fic! Madness! This is a little project I started after some intense discussion with my brother, concerning the Legend of Zelda series, and what a modern Legend of Zelda would be like. This first chapter might move a little slow, but things'll pick up. There might be some surprises in store, but I promise all the major players will show up. I'll try to update this weekly.
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I don't own Legend of Zelda or any of the characters in it. I don't have money to be sued for, and I make no money off of this. Got it? Good.
Rex Gant was a big man. Enormous, really. His thinning red hair and lines starting to develop on his face indicated that he was well into middle age, but he was still imposing, and not just because of his size. It might have been the sharp cast of his features, or the fact that all of the bulk under his expensive black suit was still nothing but pure muscle, but something about him that made it obvious that this was a powerful man. A man not to be trifled with.
A man who was, at the moment, being rudely awakened.
The phone was ringing. Why was the phone ringing? He cracked an eye to look at the clock. It was ringing at half past three in the morning. That was never a good sign. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he snatched the reciever off the hook. "Do you know what time it is? This had better be damn good. If something is not on fire, I promise you, very soon, someone will be."
The voice on the other end wasn't perturbed. "Nothing is on fire, Mr. Gant. But there's been a break-in. I thought you should be informed."
He almost snarled. "You saw fit to wake me for a simple robbery? That's what I pay you for. To deal with these things. Even if it's corporate espionage, it could have waited until a decent hour."
"It wasn't an ordinary robbery. Or corporate espionage," the maddeningly calm voice continued. "It was the Antiquities Wing."
He sat up, suddenly alert. The Antiquities Wing was his private museum and collection of oddities. "What did we lose?" And some of the oddities were better left alone...
"Your most recent acquisition, sir. The white stone."
He swore. In several languages. The white stone was one of his prized possessions, and had taken a good deal of time and money to obtain. It was a thing of near-myth, and, as he was in a position to know, no small power. It could be dangerous.
He wanted it back.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I expect to have all the surveillance footage and all relevant details on hand when I arrive. Has the security team been briefed?"
"Yes, sir. I have already seen to both."
"Good. Was anything else stolen?" Someone was going to pay for this. He was not a man who took being robbed lightly.
"No, sir." And now there was the faintest trace of unease on the other end of the line. "Just the stone. Nothing else was so much as touched."
So they had known what they wanted, and taken only that... It wasn't comforting. There was only one reason to break into his collection to take but one thing, especially when the item in question didn't look nearly as impressive as some of the other things in the collection. Someone else knew what it was. What it could do. "Very good. Fifteen minutes."
"Yes, sir." The call was terminated.
He got up and started dressing. He had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. It certainly wouldn't end well for the thief, when he got his hands on him.