Approaching the front door, there is shuffling; Garrett sees his home has been penetrated.
No! Those bastards. They're going to pay for this.
There is a guard at the door, one inside on the stairs. Garrett slinks close to the wall, he moves noiselessly around to the back of his house. Climbs his neighbours' ladder and uses the thin wire to climb into his own house.
There is a slight creak as the new weight is introduced to the flimsy structure. Garrett stops, listens. Silence, occasionally broken by a careless cough or groan by the abominable lugs.
The frame has very little give and Garrett realises he'll need all of his skill for this.
He reaches the window lattice and once again pauses to hear the guards.
One is grunting at the door and the other sounds like he's moving down the stairs. This is his chance. He slinks into his room and darts towards his closet.
He collects the water arrow he had left on his table and silently attempts to open the door. This is tricky.
He has especially rigged this door to be squeaky to warn him of any other thieves that may focus on him. He will always catch them.
He gently places his hand on the handle.
Presses slightly downwards.
Pushes it down fully, a muffled squeak.
He stops, listens.... Nothing.
He gently pulls the door towards him.
It crashes open.
"Garrett!! What the hell is going on?!"
Oh god!
Garrett groans and thrusts his hand out to close Viktoria's mouth.
Never give prostitutes your home address. Or let them stay there when you're done.
"Shh!!!"
His door is forced open; a guard clambers in, roars and wields his sword above his head.
"Aaaarrgghh!!!"
He aims directly for the head, and brings his weapon down, with every ounce of strength in his body.
A/N: I may have somewhat distorted the characters roles. There is a slight deviation between this and teh actual game... as you may have noticed. (but hey, wouldn't be different without it