Hey all… whoever is reading… I'm actually not sure about me writing this… Too many ideas crash into my head and it is seriously scary to see the scene happening everywhere… So I think I better write it out to get rid of it… Erm I'm not sure if I could make them in character… I'll do my best to show you what goes on in my head… and that you will be able to picture it just as clearly… I apologize if my grammar and other crap stink.
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She smiled at as she entered into the house. The owner of the house would not be home till tomorrow. No bald headed guard or FBI to protect the house. So the beautiful art piece is resting alone on top floor of the house. She motioned her men in when she was extremely sure that the coast is clear. They slowly crept in behind her.
She looked at her watch; the time is 3AM in the morning. She made her way up the stairs, her grin widened as she saw the room where the art piece was in. She touched the doorknob with her gloved hands and slowly twists it. It was locked. She silently cursed and slowly picked the lock.
The door clicked open.
She opened it.
And there it was, lying there silently.
She smiled as her men made their way to secure the art piece.
Yes… she finally got the art piece she always wanted.
The art piece of God.
Neal Caffrey.
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