AN: This has absolutely nothing to do with the game or the movie, both of which are totally awesome. It was just something that was started between a friend and me.
I own nothing…'cept my dirty laundry!
The Mission
BlackDomina71
Part 1: The Watchers
The three of them have made a habit of camping out in the woods surrounding the subject's home. Call them crazy, but just the thought of missing anything worth seeing was just not acceptable, and well worth the risk of getting caught. They knew, were absolutely positive, that should they be seen even one time, they would never see their friends or families, maybe even the light of day ever again. Yet they were addicted, powerless to stop themselves from committing the act over and over again, day in and day out. They were voyeurs and proud of it!
Of course the thrill of it all kept them "high" for days at a time. Even if the subjects did nothing more than watch television or play a game of chess in their spacious front room, the interlopers wanted to see it all. Some days the men would spar in the field just behind their glass enclosed home, sweat pouring in rivers down muscular torsos, weapons and bodies straining for the upper hand. And there the intruders would be, always at least two of them, high in the trees, in their camouflage outfits and high-powered binoculars, observing every breathtaking moment.
Afterwards, when the sun began its descent from the afternoon sky into dusk; the watchers would pack their gear into bags. Then they would begin the slow, careful hike back to a waiting, hidden vehicle. Then they would drive back to their own flat with the knowledge of all that had been witnessed buzzing in their devious little heads and to regale the third, which stayed behind, with their tales of daring.
No one knew who exactly came up with the idea first. Maybe it was Kit, who'd always wanted to own something that belonged to the berserker. Perhaps it was Mina, the one always willing to take an unnecessary risk for the thrill of it. Or, it could even have been Boo. She was very certain that the deed could be accomplished with little or no fanfare, thanks to the gadgets she made sure the other two were up to specs on. Whoever it was, the seed was planted in fertile minds and began to grow until it became an obsession.
The three of them were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying Boo's crumble pie and talking about that day's events, when she decided to up the stakes. "I'll bet, with meticulous planning, we can get into the house and "borrow" something." stated Boo, ebony eyes alight with mischief and half hidden behind her short dark hair. Kit dropped her fork with a clatter onto her plate and stared at her flat mate incredulously. "What? You mean, actually enter their house and attempt to take something from them? We'd be killed for just knocking on the door!" "No, not if we come up with something believable, something innocent, to get inside," was Boo's calm response. Mina sat quietly, watching the look of calculation; excitement and mirth chase themselves across Kit's face and knew she was wavering. Of course, she then had to put in her vote. "I'm in. I want to be the one who enters the house." "There, Kit, Mina's in and quite cheerfully at that. I'll stay here. What do you say?" They then turned to Kit and gave her their best innocent faces and waited for the verdict. It was a rule in that home – all or none. Kit closed her eyes and slowly smiled. "So, what's the plan?"