Blue-Jay Saga
The Watcher
Part 1b
Started:4/14/1998
Rewriten:
12/16/'00
By: Jaya
~~~ * ~~~All was quiet except for
the gently lapping of the waters against the docks. The moon lite up the sky
with it's pale glow. It was a beautiful sight to see it shimmering off the
waters. However the Watcher did not let his gaze linger, on it's beauty for
long. He had other things to take care of this night.
Finally someone began turning the lights out one by one. Shifting slightly he waited as a figure came out of the door. It was a man. Rather large, with a mean face, dirty brown/blond hair. There was a bald spot near the center of the back of his head, and he had fat cheeks. Yet his eyes were not small as you might expect but larger.
He huffed his way angrily across the yard to the black car sitting in the almost non existent drive way, in front of the small house. It was blocked in on all sides by larger buildings that dwarfed it many times over.
-Bout time.-
Yet he still waited till the car had vanished down the road; out of sight.
Just in case. It never hurt to
be careful. Now and then anyway.
"Well shall we see what your hiding down there Mr. Fagan?" He asked under his breath with a grin. "Yes I think we shall."
Stepping up lightly onto the edge of the roof, my eyes almost automatically searching for a spot to anger my line. Even as I jump out into the air. -Free falling for a second. Whata rush. Man I love what I do!-
A few seconds later, I land on the over grown grass, in the far corner of the minute yard. The place looks even smaller from the ground then it did from the roof top. -Seems quiet, for now. See if it stays that way.-
I waited there crouching in the grass for a second, but nothing moved. With a shrug I stand up and headed through the shadows that linger between the house and the large storage building on the other side. -Lets go the back door way.-
It's not more then a minute before I carefully climb up onto the rickety back porch. It creaks loudly under my feet. Even though I try to step lightly, but there are no signs of life from in the house. Carefully I reach for the door. -Here goes nothing.-
The back door was not locked, I pull it open easily; without a single sound.
As if it had just been oiled. Not only was the back door not locked, but there
seemed to be no kind of security system what so ever. There are three doors in
the hall way, all are closed. -This is too easy.-I tell myself as I
head down the hall way silently closing the door behind me.
Watcher smiled and whispered,"Well Mr. Fagan you need some better locks if
you expect to keep unwanted intruders out. I've never seen an easer lock to
pick. Before the watcher entered the hallway he paused his sharp ears picking up
a faint humming sound, quickly he pulled a tinny round black ball from one of
the pockets on his belt and lightly tossed in into the hall way. Then there was
an almost inaudible pop and instantly the floor of the hall was covered with a
white vaporous mist and all of the sudden the floor was covered with brilliant
infra red beams.
Without hesitating the watcher leapt lightly and swiftly into the hall his feet never even coming close to the beams of eerie red light. There where three doors in the hall and the watcher paused at each to open the door and inch or so and peek in. Nothing was, in the first two rooms, that was easily apparent, for they were bear. Being that there was only one other door adjacent to the hall way the Watcher hoped that it would hold something of interest. After that it was either up the stairs or out into the living room into which the short hall way lead.
But of course there was nothing to fear, for what was behind the third door proved to look most promising. It was obviously used as a study or office.
The carpet was thick, making no noise as he moved. In the far corner there was a large desk made of what looked like expensive red wood, matching the deep crimson paint and curtains that covered the windows. Also close to the color of the carpet beneath his feet.
There were many pictures, and cheep re-creation paintings hanging on the walls. Covering almost every available wall space, with their badly painted frames. In the corners the paint on the walls was peeling as well. -Looks like him.- He thought rolling his eyes. -Cheep, but at first glance expensive.-
Leafing through the papers and rummaging through the three drawers of the desk, up turned nothing of considerable interest. A couple phone numbers, a few address that could proove usefull. But other then that there were now incrinating documetns of any kind. -Humm this isn't getting my anywhere. I don't suppose there's some kind of safe or something behind one of these hideous pictures.-
The Watcher arched an eye brow, with a shrug he began tapping the walls, and sifting the pictures. However there was nothing to find there, it to prooved to be a waist of time. Finally he spotted a trap door in the ceiling above him. -Well, well let's see where that leads.-
It was easy to push the door open with the pocker that hang on a little rack next to the fire place; which looked like it had never been used before. Taking a couple steps back he stretched towards the ceiling. With a couple quick steps the Watcher jumped easily up, grabbing ahold of the edge of the hole. He easily pulled himself up into the atic over head.
Pulling a small pen light off his belt the Watcher slowly began to servay the
contense of the many boxes stacked around him.
End Of Part 1b
Finished: 12/15/'00
