" Okay Tim... Just be you okay?" Jack said through the speaker in Tim's ear, Tim smirked. He rang the doorbell. It was night, a rainy cold stormy night, perfect for his little stunt. He had the chip in a piece of duck tape connected to his upper inner thigh, won't see it, and get it while itching your thigh.

He rang the doorbell, he made his eyes go red and gushed out a bit before the doors opened. He even had cut his forehead on barbed wire to make it look real. He was going for abusive parents, he could sell that. He had them remember?

The door opened, he sniffed. " I-I'm sorry... I was just w-wonder... Wondering if I could maybe u-use your bathroom?" He squeaked, crying.

It wasn't the general himself, but another man in a tighter camouflage shirt and sweats. He was bald and built, he looked like a ex navy seal. The man's face grimaced at Tim's cut and sympathy washed over his face and he nodded quickly. " Come on in son, wash yourself up and we'll talk." He said ushering the boy inside. The mansion was open, dark walls with a open staircase surrounded by book cases. A warm fire placed in the fireplace, a glow coming from the

Hearth itself.

" Here I'll get her to clean that cut boy, are you hungry at all?" The man said.

Tim nodded vigorously, tears rolling slower. " Holler my name if you need me boy, I'm Todd."

" Tim." Tim whispered, Todd seemed to buy his sadness and walked away. A fatter woman with a dress and cleaning bag walked to him and patted his shoulder. " Let's see about that cut son." She said kindly. While she cleaned the deep wound he told her his "Story"

His father was a druggie, and beat him when he did wrong. He finally left and ran, his father slashed his forehead with a knife, he ran to the doorstep. She bought it, hugging him and calming him down. She let him take a hot shower and when he got out, he put the ear piece in again. Mark was outside searching the area. He had to move quickly.

" Um so... This place is huge.. Would I be allowed to look around?" Tim asked sniffing.

" Don't steal anything boy, be here in ten minutes, got stew cooking. Be quiet now, got two stubborn men sleeping." The fat lady, he learned to be Grace said.

He nodded quickly and ran upstairs, looking quite excited to search. He looked in each room, quickly and stealthily. Dan's voice buzzed in the tiny ear piece. " Door on the first hall.. Third door on the left I believe."

Tim ran though out the halls, six minutes. He found the locked door, he grabbed a pin from his pocket he used in Echo's hair and began picking the lock, silently. His ragged breaths from running making his hands shake. " I think I've caught a cold." Tim mumbled.

The door unlocked with a click, he pushed it open slowly. A room with a computer system, deck, bed, wardrobe, and gun shelf was before him. He smiled victoriously but it soon faded when he saw the human in the bed. He ducked on instinct and cursed. He crawled to the computer system. " Okay there should be a rectangle shaped gray box with wires and buttons on the left end of the computer. Do you see it?" Dan said in the piece, Tim could hear computer keys clacking.

" Copy." Tim whispered. " Hurry!" Four minutes.

" Plug in the chip to the input on the top of the red button, on the top!" Dan mumbled.

Tim did, it made a small whirring noise, the human in the bed stirred, shit. Tim held his breath and ducked under the desk. Officer James fucking Wood was stirring in his sleep... Tim waited a couple seconds before next instructions. " Press the blue button on the end of the input, that's it." Dan said.

" Okay your in. Hurry three minutes!" Tim whispered.

" Mark go in, Tim distract the people awake, lock the door to the room your in, head downstairs." Phil ordered. Tim did as told, on the way out grabbing a expensive looking necklace, males. It had a large jewel on the front, lined with golden chains.

He went downstairs and a huge plate of stew sat at the table, his stomachs churned and twisted. He wanted to puke, that's a lot of calories... He is already chubby... He was like fucking Grace. A lot a calories...

" Eat up boy you're skin and bones!" Grace said placing a glass of fattening milk next to Tim.

" Um." Tim said breath quickening. " Umm..."

" Tim distract her Mark's in!" Dan said.

" I'm... Anorexic... I'm sorry ma'am I made you cook this and I didn't-"

" Oh Hun come here child!" She said pulling him into a large hug. " Shh child your perfect. You are skin and bones boy, skin and bones. You are not fat, you're beautiful." She hummed.

He sniffed. " But... I'm a monster.. My dad called me a freak." He croaked.

" Boy he doesn't know, you are not a monster for feeling that way. You are just as human as I am. Insecurities make us who we are." She hummed letting go of the hug.

" Tim i'm inside, stocking up now. Give me five minutes, Jack is downstairs do NOT go into the kitchen!"

" Ma'am? There is a room over there... What's it for?" Tim asked pointing to a room across from the kitchen hall.

" Mr. Woods private collection of coins, worth a lot. Why?"

" Never seen a room full of coins... Why are they so important?" Tim asked walking over to the door, glancing to the kitchen, he saw Jack's black and green bag.

" Those boy are the oldest coins you'll ever see, from everywhere. All three men collected them for quite awhile. I'd say one coin costs two hundred itself." Grace replied.

" Tim, I'm rattling a cupboard and getting out, if Grace goes into the kitchen, get as many coins as you can." Jack said. Seconds later a cupboard door rattled and shook. Grace sighed. " Damn mice, son hand me that kitchen knife will ya?" She asked. Tim did as told.

She went into the kitchen and closed the door, to keep the 'mice' from sneaking out. Tim smirked and ran quietly to the door, he opened it just enough to slip though and turned his tiny flashlight on he had up his sleeve, taped to his armpit. The entire room had stacks of coins on tables in order, size, color, age, place, time, you name it. Tim grinned and went to a random stack, made in 1870, nickels. Tim grabbed about twelve and stuck them in his shoe, hidden. He danced over to the oldest stack, 1820, pennies. He grabbed four and put them in his other shoe. He grabbed random coins and replaced the missing. He ran out the door, and closed it swiftly. Grace got out the door as soon as Tim was in a chair stirring the stew in the bowl.

" Kill it?" Tim asked.

" It's late child, do you have a place to stay?" She asked.

" Yes, thank you for everything. I'm staying at a friends down the street." Tim said hurriedly Running up and hugging her. " Thank you for everything I mean it." He mumbled before she patted his cheek and he left out the door. As soon as he disappeared from the door he turned around to see Mark jogging to him wearing all black. Jack soon dropped from the upstairs window and trotted over high fiving them both.

" Alright alright alright!" Dan said though the ear piece clearly proud.

" That was easy!" Tim said smiling... Then the alarm went off...

( Heyyyy so this has been awhile... Remeber to eat something, drink some water, and always remember you still have to change the world.)