Shadow Crawlers. Part 61

Grady studied the plans of the house, it was going to be quite simple, an in and out job, supposedly to limber them up for larger ones. Frank had finally decided they’d be allowed out by themselves to test their new abilities. They had full control of what they were going to do and they had to get in and get out on their own, no cars waiting, no get away drivers. Grady was looking forward to this challenge, a chance to let loose, it reminded her of the days before all the crazy stuff happened. She wanted to prove to Frank she was capable, that she could do what was needed of her. He hadn’t forbid it outright, but he suggested the he would be displeased if anyone died during the mission, Grady knew that would be the hardest part, if they were caught it would be so easy to give a careless order, or to command something and have Rose or Alice react too strongly to what was happening. They had to be discrete, subtle. They had been given the day and time that they’d be going out and the only thing that marked a pass or fail was the acquisition of the item and return before dawn. The item itself was a rare coin, as far as Grady knew it wasn’t all that expensive, but it was kept in the study, which was at the centre of the house, just beside the master bedroom, and was protected by a glass case that was locked. The house security, according to the information she was given, was an alarm system she’d be able to get around easily, the larger problem lay with the couples three pet dogs, they were not known for being guard dogs, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t alert the owners, if that happened things could spiral out of control very easily. Grady scribbled a few notes for herself, making sure she had checked everything that needed to be checked. She would have liked to do some surveillance on the house herself, but that wasn’t possible. Frank had told them that, should they pass, the next time they’d be given less information each time until they were able to go into high security places with no notice or warning.

 

Amy was looking forward to the break in, it would give her and Grady a chance to stretch their legs, to be free of Frank and the place they were trapped in. She had no doubt that they would be monitored, despite Franks insistence that they’d be completely on their own, he had to have a team standing by if something went wrong, Amy knew he couldn’t lose them. It offered her a chance, but it was one she wasn’t sure she should take just yet. She could go now, leave and go into hiding, or she could wait, bide her time, build up the trust Frank had in them both before leaving. It would give her a cleaner break, Frank at some time would surely start paying them, she would have a larger amount to play around with. She wasn’t yet sure what she was going to do, she only knew she couldn’t tell Grady about these plans. Sure, she wasn’t exactly innocent but she had morals and Amy knew the longer they were under Franks thumb the more they’d be required to push their own moral boundaries. Amy didn’t know what Frank had planned, but she suspected that it was going to be big and she didn’t want to be a part of it. He was trying too hard to get them on his side, it was only a matter of time until he turned on them both.

 

Frank had the teams ready to go, ones that would observe and ones that would track. Their first job was a simple one, go after some trinket an acquaintance had been bragging about for weeks, he would of course enjoy destroying it. He’d get to see them in action, see how much they’ve learned and how much they are to be trusted. Grady was almost there, another few months and she’d be completely loyal to him, he provided stability to her, a place to live and eat without worry that it was all going to be ripped away. He wasn’t a father figure, but he was a kind of mentor to her. She had been in places before that were stable enough, but one by one they were all taken away and she had to flee, find somewhere else, somewhere new. Occasionally someone from the last place would go with her, but in the end she was always alone. She had been with the last group for almost three years, the longest she had ever stayed in one place according to his various sources. But none of them were like the place they were in now, it was solid, endless. In another few months he’d present her with a house, one in her name, completely paid off, as a bonus or reward for finishing the training, he hadn’t quite decided yet. He was offering her something she didn’t even know she needed. Amy on the other hand had lead a stable enough life, she moved around, but by the most part it was by choice. She always left places before they imploded, she was raised by loving parents, she had experiences and opportunities that Grady couldn’t have dreamed of. Amy was the one most likely to flee, but he hoped that by snagging Grady, he’d snag her too. The teams would be impossible to detect, but he’d know how everything went. He’d be able to tell a lot about them from the job. He felt a nervous anticipation bubble inside him, the uncertainty was the fun part, the part he enjoyed, it was such a rare feeling for him.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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