After a few minutes of walking I managed to make it to the top of the road; looking down it I saw one set of flats.
"Lucky" I mumbled to myself, this would have been harder if there was more than one. A lot harder it would have been trial and error.
As I approached the building I made a few last minute checks, if I misplaced something on the bus it might have been important and I might have left something on them that was also important. Not to mention that I was a little OCD when it came to my kunai.
Reaching the bottom of the block of flats I stared up at the building and it was safe to say it was very run down. Windows were smashed and more than half of them were boarded up, the ones which weren't boarded had either not been replaced or simply had no glass in the frame.
"It's almost fitting" I mumbled to myself as I pulled out a few of my kunai one set between each finger. Swinging my arm out I released the kunai and watched as they imbedded themselves in the crumbling cement. Small particles fell from where they broke the cement but I could see they were stable enough for me to place my weight on them; if only for a few seconds.
I had managed to place enough in the wall to make it just under the third floor. Glancing around as discreetly as I could I saw no one was around which was extremely lucky for me. I wanted to get in and out as fast as I possibly could. Jobs where I wasn't given a time where they weren't in always made me feel slightly anxious and I hated that feeling. For all I knew they were in the flat.
Shaking the thought from my head before I became paranoid I crouched down slightly allowing me to get more power behind my jump. Pushing myself from the ground I landed on the first kunai which bent down under my weight though it didn't slip from the cement. Sighing in relief that the first had held I pushed myself up further onto the next continuing until I was waist level with the window. Looking through the window I saw that the light in the room was turned off and it was full to the brim with boxes of what looked to be normal storage though I had a sneaking suspicion that they were in fact holding drugs.
Testing the window first I found that whoever lived there, despite having a brain turned to mush from all the drugs pumping around their system, had some common sense and had locked the window.
Pulling out a kunai, I had four left in my pocket, I slipped it into the crack that ran down between the two halves of the window. I listened for that distinct click which would indicate the window was open.
After a few seconds I could hear the latch give way and the click was heard not a second later. Smirking to myself I pushed at the window which easily gave way under my weight. Pushing myself up that little bit more I jumped down into the room being careful not to make a sound.
Looking at the boxes stacked high around me I couldn't help but become curious as to what was inside. Propping my foot on the side of a box which stuck out slightly I hoisted myself up till I could get eye level with one of the many storage boxes. Being as careful as I could I started to peel back the sellotape, making sure not to pull off too much of the boxes cardboard along with it. That would be an indicator to whoever lived here on how I got in, and if that happened a whole lot of chain of events could take place and ruin everything.
After peeling off the tape as best I could I cracked open the box a little to see what was inside, and just as I had expected I saw brown packages in the box all stacked, it looked like there were about forty in the box. Sighing I realised that meant that I would have to steal this and ruin the rest. Pulling out my phone I quickly text Jack to see how much I would have to take for the people I was working for.
Setting my phone onto vibrate I replaced it into my pocket before jumping from the top of the box flattening the tape as I did. It wouldn't do much good if I was forced to escape before anyone saw me and just left a huge clue that I was here, as well as fingerprints. Though that wouldn't be much of a problem as they couldn't exactly go to the police.
Leaving the room I looked around feeling slightly apprehensive about going out into the room, I was still unsure as to whether or not they would be there but I prayed that they weren't.
Looking around the room I could tell that they weren't living there, just squatting. The room had little to no furniture, and what there was, was homemade. Boxes were substituting for chairs and crates were in place of tables. Cobwebs were lining the corners of the minute room, hanging low, whatever spiders were in the room would be going hungry as even fly's saw this place as uninhabitable. The windows were smashed only one was anything but shattered. The rest had been boarded up though some were either left the way they were or were simply not gotten around to yet.
Looking at all the cobwebs and smashed up objects I could easily see that messing the place up would be harder than I had originally thought. If anything they probably wouldn't even notice. It would have made more of a difference to them if I had cleaned the room up. Running a hand through my hair I closed my eyes trying to decide on what to do.
I could remove the boards on the windows, make it look like that was how I managed to get in. Or I could just stick to their bedrooms. They were usually the place that were kept in the best condition mainly because people spent the majority of their time in there.
Walking to the door I presumed was one of the bedrooms I tried to open it, but the hinges seemed to be rusted holding them firmly in place.
"Nothing will be easy today will it?" I asked myself as I raked a hand through my hair. I pressed against the door again, using both hands this time as though that would help. Pushing the door I could hear a noticeable creak coming from the door. It was really stiff I was amazed that they might stay in this room.
If it was their bedroom, how the hell did they get in?
I decided not to focus too much on that and gave the door a heavy shove, thankfully the door flew open. Entering the room I saw it was their bedroom and much to my relief it was in good condition much better than the rest of the flat. The room actually had furniture and it was definitely one of my favourite moments of the day, as well as the worst. If this wasn't a room in good condition them I wouldn't have to be here working I could just go downstairs.
Inside the room was a four poster bed scratches marring the polished wood. The curtains were thick and they hid more broken windows as well as they were still marginally able to keep the heat in using the windows that weren't completely destroyed to assist. Next to the bed were two drawers for the squatters to store away their stuff, be it drugs or something completely innocent. I didn't think it would be anything innocent.
Not hunting for the drugs while I was in the room I decided to shred the bed first, and if I had an inkling that there were some in here, which I wasn't convinced of just yet, then I would take them.
Pulling out one of the only kunai I had left in my trousers I stabbed it into the soiled mattress. The sharp point sliced through the material as I plunged the kunai into the fabric as though I was a killer who was stabbing onto a person's heart. I dragged the sharp edge down the material cutting through it like a hot knife through butter.
The meagre stuffing inside the pitiful mattress it was almost laughable to think that whoever sold them this had stated it was anything other than emaciated. I dragged the kunai down the mattress multiple times till it was mutilated beyond the recognition that it was ever that.
Smirking with satisfaction that this part of my job was going along nicely I placed the kunai back into my pocket and left the room. Next would be the kitchen.
That was the most surprising part of the flat, it was immaculate, not even a single spoon was on the side, everything was scrubbed to an almost reflective magnitude, not to mention that the board used to chop the food was covered with plastic and only a small bag with white powder was settled on the top. Guessing that that was the drugs I was supposed to take I grabbed the bag slipping it into my other front pocket.
Opening the crystal clean fridge I pulled out a few of the sauces they had and re-entered the front room, the kitchen could wait a few moments.
It would probably seem a little petty for me to squirt sauce over the walls but I was wishing for a call from Dan and Jack had ruined that with a job to steal a bag of drugs? I think that waiting for a call from my best friend was a little more important than a stupid job, for five hundred pounds.
Standing in the centre of the room I looked at the walls trying to decide what was the best wall to destroy? The biggest was the obvious one, except my mind kept telling me too obvious and that I should be more creative. Though I quickly decided against that, I wanted my money and to perhaps be able to call Dan without it seeming like I was caving and running back home with my tail between my legs. I had no time to be creative and set about destroying the wall.
With all the walls stained with the sauces I pulled out my kunai again and started to slice through the faded and curling off paper. I sliced through the ancient paper and was tempted to carve something into it other than lines but decided against that too. That would be stupid I would be giving away too much information about who it was doing that if I did. I couldn't afford that kind of mistake.
I sliced through the layers of paper, seemed whoever laid this lot down hadn't bothered to remove the lower layer. I carved through the layers watching more intensely than I should have as the paper curled and dropped to the floor looking more like wood shavings thanks to all the extra layers of wall paper.
I was so drawn into the carving that I barely registered the distinct sound of cogs turning, my head snapped up once my mind caught up with the events. Looking around I was slightly panicked, I hated being caught off guard. That was why I rarely let it happen, and when I did it was only a momentary lapse in brain function.
Looking around the room I tried to find some place to hide, their bedroom was out of the question, I had already reclosed the door and if the squeak that had come from that was anything to go on then it would be difficult to reopen.
"I said I was sorry, it'll only take a minute for me to grab it and we'll be gone" a male voice reached me and I realised that they were already inside.
"This is either stupid or smart" I whispered to myself as I looked to the celling, it was uneven the pattern must have been put in by the previous, legal, owners. Crouching down slightly I jumped to the celling latching onto the uneven surface. Shifting on how I had landed I wedged my feet in and pulled myself up close to the celling.
Hopefully they wouldn't look around too much, though the chances of that happening were less than zero as I had destroyed the wall.
"We shouldn't even be here, I swear I am so getting a new flatmate, you're hopeless" another male spoke his voice holding nothing but irritation.
Two figures entered the room both dressed like they had just gotten out of bed, hair in disarray clearly no one had bothered to brush it this morning, and obviously for a while it had been left.
"What the hell happened in here?!" The man's voice changed from irritation to shock and anger.
"I don't know why you asking me?! Our house! What the hell?!" The others voice was pure panic. I closed my eyes as they started to look around the room, praying to any and every god I had ever heard of that they wouldn't look up.
"Who the hell are you?!" Seemed they weren't listening.
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