Shadow Crawlers. Part 62

The group of five left the building, as they did so Amy felt a bubble of excitement rise in her chest, she could do it now, just run and they wouldn’t be able to stop her. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. She would wait, wait for her moment to slip away. They got into a small van and sat in silence as it drove them to their destination. It would drop them a twenty minute walk away from the house, then they’d have to make their own way there and back. The car, Frank claimed, was a courtesy. Amy suspected he wanted to listen to what they were saying in the car, but the drive passed in silence.

 

They approached the grounds of the house slowly ambling along at a comfortable pace, chatting amongst the small group, anyone looking would think they were friends returning from a night out. They passed by the house smoothly, not stopping or slowing. As they did there was a faint vibration in the ground and two pillars leaned outwards. They circled around, then found a patch of shadows to stand in.
“I got all the cameras we know about, they’re all pointing upwards now.”
“Good. I want you to create a path for us inside, keep it as quiet as possible.”
Ed nodded, then concentrated. The ground again vibrated faintly, to Amy it felt as though a large truck had just driven by. Beside them a hole opened, three feet wide, they entered the grounds, one by one. Inside there were two large mounds of earth either side of the hole. Grady had already planned an alternate escape if they were caught, simply hopping the tall, spiked fence, but she wanted to avoid that. She hoped that when it was over, no one would have any idea as to how they got in or out. Ed waited by the tunnel while the others went on, should he see them running he was to leave and seal the tunnel behind himself immediately.

 

They crouched by the window as Grady examined it, it took her only a few seconds to get inside, once there she beckoned for the others to follow. Amy went first, followed by Alice and Rose. Alice crouched at the inside of the window and closed her eyes.

“I can feel them.”
“Good. Keep them quiet, but alive.”
She nodded once.

The other three continued on, moving silently through the house, it didn’t take them long to find the room they were looking for. Grady held up her hand, signalling them to stop, she crouched by the door and after a moment it swung open on well oiled hinges. Inside was a large office, one wall held a bookshelves which spanned its length, another held a large window, while the last two had display cases. The thick carpet was soft and helped muffle their movements. As one they moved to the case. Grady again examined it, there was a few things she could do. Ease the case open and take what ever was inside, or she could have Rose melt a hole in the glass. One was definitely more impressive than the other. She shook her head, no, she wanted this to be smooth, Rose was their nuclear option.
Amy moved back to the hall as Grady worked on the case, listening intently for the sounds of movement from the next room, but the house was silent. Faintly, ever so faintly the sound of a dogs whimpers came to her, muffled and pained. She tried not to wince. That was Alice’s job, keep the dogs down. Amy had assumed she’d just limit blood flow, make sure they were unconscious or something, rather than actively holding them down. That could spell trouble for when they left, no doubt the dogs would react loudly once they were free. Behind her she heard a gentle clink as the glass was lifted a few seconds later, Grady was at her side, and motioned that they should go. Amy looked back at the case, it didn’t look like it had been moved at all, the only difference Amy could see was the lack of contents. Amy nodded and together, the trio made their way out of the house. As they rejoined with Alice, Amy brought up her concern, whispering gently. Grady nodded, “can you keep them down for a while after we leave?”
“Yeah, they could stay down as long as you like.”
“Make it a few hours. Gives us plenty of time.”

They left the house, leaving no trace of themselves. They met up with Ed and left the grounds. Ed closed his eyes and a moment later the rumbling returned, not as faint this time. The hole vanished and the pillars righted themselves.
They calmly walked away from the railings. A few streets over, Grady pulled the coin from her pocket and showed it to the others, she was grinning.

 

As they walked back, Amy fought against the growing need to run. There was no way they’d get away. Alice could stop them easily, no, she’d have to wait until herself and Ed were alone, then they’d be able to create a distraction then slip away.

 

They drove into the car park beneath the building and found Frank already waiting for them. As they stopped the car, he frowned at it.
“I assumed that if you stole a car you wouldn’t bring it here.”
Grady smiled at him, “our job was to bring the coin back, that was all.”
Frank grinned, “Well, I guess that’s true. We’ll take care of this. You’ve done enough for tonight.”
Grady dug into her pocket and brought out the coin, handing it over.
“Brilliant, and I assume you were not detected and got away clean?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Thank you all, there’s food waiting for you then, once you’ve eaten, you should all rest up. I’ve more work for you to do, but we’ll go over that tomorrow.”
Frank turned and left them, Amy could hear the faint sound of the shutters closing over the car park entrance. She suppressed a shiver and followed the others.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 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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