Part-Timing Assassin

Breaking and Entering

Walking out onto the pavement I tried to act casual, but as soon as I was gone from the cafe's sight I ran.

I had to get away as soon as possible.

I was secretly fuming. I hated how they judged Red Strike so quickly, not knowing all the hard work that was put into the jobs.

I shook my head, ridding my mind from those thoughts.

As long as they didn't know who Red Strike was, I had nothing to worry about.

I waved down a taxi, and got in.

Crinkling my nose, I realized I would have to go to Lauren's house later on to retrieve my clothes.

I quickly decided that I would reach out to her tomorrow.

I already had a headache brewing, and I was not looking forward to getting a questioning from the girl.

Deciding to go to my apartment to finish up my assignments, I informed the taxi driver where to drop me off, and leaned back into my seat.

I wished I could have gotten to know Grant more, but with our few conversations, there was nothing I could fixate any type of information on.

Either way I had no time for relationships.

The taxi came to a stop, and I paid the driver, silently thanked him, and walked out towards my apartment complex.

...

With a steaming mug filled with tea, Advil, and a shower, I was finally doing my college work.

I just needed to finish my last essay for my Sociology class.

I had picked President Richard Nixon as my subject, and looking at the Watergate scandal, there was something eerily familiar about it.

In the Watergate scandal, Nixon hired people to rob the Democratic National Committee Headquarters. Witnesses testified that the president had approved plans to cover up the administration break-in, and that there was a voice-activated taping system.

I had definitely seen something like this before.

I took my mug and went to go refill it, and on the way back I picked up the file I had constructed on Barbara Wimberly.

Looking through its contents, I spotted what I was looking for in the section about her mansion.

A week ago her mansion had been broken in, and despite the mansion having the latest model in surveillance cameras, they couldn't find the culprit.

Apparently, the expensive security system had malfunctioned.

Which seeing how much the system had cost, it all started to seem very fishy.

Especially because what was stolen were important papers of her husband's company. Paper's that if they were to be in the wrong hands, it would result in the company losing millions of dollars.

My Intuition was telling me that this pointed directly to Barbara Wimberly.

All I could think about was:

a) She was seeking the downfall of her husband

and

b) The surveillance system could be deactivated by voice recognition, and her husband had dumbly added her voice to the system.

I downed my tea and closed the file.

I quickly finished my last essay, the essay on Richard Nixon, and printed it.

Standing up I decided to go to the mansion and check it out myself.

There was no way the malfunction happened on its own, and I was sure Barbara Wimberly had something to do with it.

I went over to the room next door and looked in my closet and found a black jumpsuit.

Taking off my comfortable sweatpants, I swapped my earlier outfit for a tight black jumpsuit and black combat boots.

I put my hair in a ponytail, put on a pair of gloves, and put on a scarf to shield half of my face, and grabbing my breaking and entering backpack I decided I was good to go.

If I was going to go investigate dressed like this, I had no choice but to take my own car.

I put the mansion's address in google maps, and turned the keys in the ignition.

It was only 8 o'clock and the place was 35 minutes away, it looked like I did have time for Red Strike today after all.

....

Pulling up to the road, I decided to park the car in the parking lot next to the neighborhood's playground, to hide my car.

It was important for my car to be kept hidden, I wouldn't want the license plate to be caught on tape.

I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car.

Seeing no cars and no pedestrians in sight, I ran for the back of the house.

Although there was no one around I could still hear barking that sounded close by, but it was normal to have dogs in the neighborhood so I brushed it off.

Unlocking the back door, I wasn't worried about the security cameras, because they still appeared to be down from the last break-in.

Apparently they hadn't bothered to fix them, which proved the camera's to be a waste of money if you asked me.

I pushed inside, and luckily the lights were off, meaning the people living here were probably in bed.

I pulled out my flashlight and started looking around.

They don't have a head of security, so my guess would be that they keep the mainframe that controls the cameras in a spare room.

Getting my bearings, I ducked into the hallway next to the back door, and grabbed the first door handle I could find.

I yanked the door open and flashed my light inside. Looking inside I assumed it was a storage room, because the only thing I could find was junk.

I sighed, and closed the door and headed for more doors and entryways.

I started opening every door I could find, even having to unlock a couple of them. If I hadn't been wearing gloves my fingerprints would have been everywhere.

After opening the last door of the first floor I came to the conclusion that the room was probably situated on the second floor.

These types of rooms aren't usually kept so close to where they sleep, but if I hadn't checked all of their rooms I wouldn't even be suggesting it.

I had gone through two hallways, with random rooms and closets, two living rooms, a ballroom, the wine cellar and the basement.

It looked like I was going to have to use the stairs.