Footsteps ran across the damp concrete sidewalk. The moon illuminated the dark ground, making it easier to see as he ran from the jewelry shop. He could see his breath escape his mouth as the crisp cold winds blew violently.
He made no plan of stopping till knew he was completely safe. He knew he had set off the silent alarm, but that was his plan. He removed his boots once he had reached the dry side of the sidewalk. He wanted no trace or footprints of where his was going. He mentally cursed at the guy who decided to run his sprinkler system at this time of night. Ignoring the piercing cold and numbness he felt in his feet, he continued sprinting down the vacant road.
His breath hitched and his eyes began to dry out. He quickened his pace, gripping the black bag tighter in his left hand as he began to lose feeling in body.
He scampered into the woods, running until he was deep enough. He slowed down, having difficulty catching his breath in the freezing temperatures the town was experiencing.
He looked around carefully as his breathing become lighter. Even in the dark black night he had could see clearly as if he was born with night vision.
He hoisted the bag on his shoulder and climbed up a familiar hickory tree. He pulled a backpack off of a well hidden branch deep in the tree . He jumped down and immediately unzipped the bag.
He placed his black boots into the backpack and pulled out a pair of worn out, navy converse. He quickly slipped them on and took off his dark jacket, that hid his bright white t-shirt very well. He ignored the cold as he packed the jacket into the backpack, shivering. He removed his dark black pants and replaced them with dark blue sweatpants. He slipped a dark red hoodie on over his head.
Finally, he slowly, and cautiously, slipped off his black ski mask, letting the long, wavy hair out of its hold. But he wasn't man. He was Nina Martin.
Nina stuffed the mask deep into the backpack, pulled out her phone, and zipped it closed. She grabbed both bags and cautiously climbed up the tree once again. She placed them both on a sturdy, well hidden branch and tied them to the tree with a rope.
After making sure the rope was fastened securely, Nina carefully descended the tree. She pulled off her black gloves and shoved them into her hoodie pocket. Nina glanced around before she walked in the opposite direction of where she came from, on her way back to Anubis House over six miles away.
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