## The hunt for a secret

Post by putasockinit2 » Sat Sep 03, 2016 9:46 am

It was 2:38 in the morning. The surroundings to the gated mansion were all in complete darkness, only my dimly lit torch helped me to find where i was going. I climbed through a weakspot in the back of the fence of the property, a hole having been worn into it through rot and decay. The air was still, calm and a little humid. My choice of a black t-shirt instead of a black jumper was beginning to look like a good decision. The balaclava and gloves however counterracted this, keeping my body a little hotter than needed.
Once inside the grounds to the estate i paused, making myself aware of my surroundings before i clung to the blindspot areas, away from the cctv. I had researched the estate for months before making my visit tonight. When the family was away, like tonight, only one or two security guards patrolled the estate.
I climbed up the drainpipe at the back of the property, walking quietly on the roof of the ground floor extension before i looked through the window i had looked at on the plan of the building. The room was in darkness, there was clearly no one around in this wing of the building. Relieved i slid it open from the outside. It was one of the few ways you could make an entrance from the outside without making a great deal of noise. I had been told the lock had broke years ago but they had forgotten to repair it as the wing was scarcely used, only for occassional guests.
After climbing in and shutting the window behind me, i was soon aware of just how creepy this place was in darkness. It had the feel of an abandoned palace. My torch dimly illuminated pieces of extrqvagant art, expensive furnishings and other items which looked pricey to say the least. They were nice, but i wasnt here for them. I made my way around the house to the northern wing third floor. Finally i had found the room i was looking for, the only one in the house being used.
The quiet sound of a pen tapping, scribbling and other light sounds could be heard from my position accross the hall. I began inching myself forward like a child unwillingly completing a dare in front of his friends. I counted down from 3 in my mind before i interrupted her evening. Out came my weapon as i walked in slowly behind her, clicking it behind her head.
"Stop what you are doing, hands where i can see them...dont even think about touching that keyboard." I whispered as she slowly raised them.
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