THE SUBTERFUGE
~~ By R.J.W. Woods ~~
Prologue: The Burglar
It was midnight, the air was cold but it the air was still and frozen, not a single breeze blew past. At the front of a seemingly regular house, over the short brick wall leaped a man clothed mostly in black. He landed on the grass like a mere butterfly and looked either side of him before pulling a balaclava over his head. This man named Luis Jones was evidently a burglar as he carried a hold all bag filled with instruments of violence and had a handgun held between the waistband of both his track suit pants and his underwear.
Luis ran up to the door of the regular house and withdrawn a lock pick from his pocket which he inserted into the key hole of the door. After a few moments of picking the lock, he opened the door with a smile on his face. Before entering he checked his watch by pushing his glove up slightly to observe the time presented upon the basic watch. Luis stepped into the front hall of the first floor in the household and slowly shut the door silently.
Luis pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper with a sketched map of the first floor of the house. The front room was distinguished on the scruffy map by a circle. Luis entered the front room as quietly as could be after poking his head through the door just to make sure that no one was in the front room. Luis crept into the front room once he clarified that the coast was clear and stood in the center.
Luis looked around in search of some particular object until he spotted it, until he had trembled upon a big black safe hidden under the desk holding a computer on top. Luis pulled the door of the desk open so that he could clearly reach for the safe. He pulled out the same crumpled piece of paper and turned it over so that the map was no longer visible to his own eyes, but so that a four digit number was visible.
The burglar entered the four digits from the creased piece of paper: 1, 9, 6 and 9. The safe door swung open swiftly and softly for Luis to help himself to. He reached in and pulled out a briefcase along side a folder, after placing the briefcase on the floor, Luis opened up the folder and began to rapidly read the contents of the confidential file.
But as the masked burglar bent down to put the file in his hold all bag containing his multiple weapons, a man had been revealed to be standing in the doorway, observing Luis as he stole the precious contents from his safe. This watchful man was of course Ryan Ross, the owner of the house, and he held a baseball bat low beside him, ready to use lethal force. Luis stood up, unbeknownst to Ryan's presence in the room, and he lifted his hold all bag and rested the strap on his shoulder. He picked up his silenced handgun, rested the hold all bag on his shoulder and picked up the briefcase.
"Now, to kill the b*sterd who owns this house." Luis remarked before swiftly turning around only to find that Ryan Ross was standing in front of him, ready to swing the bat.
"Not today mother-f*cker!" Ryan remarked before swinging the bat across Luis's face, knocking him out and sending him to the floor.
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