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Adrian Stringer
Age: 21
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Strong and Athletic but slightly overweight as well
Adrian took the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock, slowly opening the door, mumbling 5368 to himself. The lock opened, allowing him to enter the porch. He took the second key, and slid that into the mortice lock, anticipating the stiffness of the lock, the bolt moving with a quiet thud. Finally, he took the third and last key, and slid it into the lock, slowly turning the lock, hearing the quiet click indicating the door was open. He paused, as he listened out, his experience in the cadets had honed both his night vision and his hearing. All he could hear was the sound of a car drive past, the boom boom boom of the unnecessary large bass speaker marking the car’s presence to all and sundry.
As the door opened, the remote sensor stopped flashing as anticipated. He had 60 seconds to reach the control panel. As a droplet of sweat ran of his brow, he entered the code, 5368, the alarm system successfully deactivated.
He sighed deeply. He caught a photo out of the corner of his eye, and stopped and stared at it, AT HER. She was in her mid 30s, and a widower. The first couple of years, she took it hard, but the last year or so, she had obviously accepted her loss, as she started to wear more colorful attire, and more revealing outfits around the office. That was until she, sacked him with a couple of others.
That had seriously pissed him off. He had not done anything wrong for 12 months, had a clean sheet. She even commented on his improvement at their last one to one meeting. And then the dismissal, with two others.
She was apologetic, but the fact was she had dismissed him, as far as he was concerned unfairly. His troubled days, flirting with the life of crime was over. Having a job that inspired him, had helped to keep him straight. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get a job again, even with her good reference
He continued to look at her in the photo as he shone his torch onto her. She was wearing a tight summer dress, her small but perky breasts clearly visible under the halterneck top of the dress. He had looked at her for months, becoming more and more intoxicated by her beauty, her looks, her sexuality. Now it was time for revenge; revenge for sacking him, revenge for being a flirtatious tease.
“Bitch” he mumbled under his breath
He ascended the stairs he had ascended numerous times, including that afternoon as he had rehearsed the movements, knowing which stairs creek, and those that don’t. At the top, he stopped, and listened, looking around the landing, the house in almost total silence.
After several minutes, he was sure that she was asleep, and slowly step-toed into her back bedroom, placing the balaclava over his already hot head, and pushed the door ajar, and stepped in, looking around the room, at his prey.
Age: 21
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Strong and Athletic but slightly overweight as well
Adrian took the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock, slowly opening the door, mumbling 5368 to himself. The lock opened, allowing him to enter the porch. He took the second key, and slid that into the mortice lock, anticipating the stiffness of the lock, the bolt moving with a quiet thud. Finally, he took the third and last key, and slid it into the lock, slowly turning the lock, hearing the quiet click indicating the door was open. He paused, as he listened out, his experience in the cadets had honed both his night vision and his hearing. All he could hear was the sound of a car drive past, the boom boom boom of the unnecessary large bass speaker marking the car’s presence to all and sundry.
As the door opened, the remote sensor stopped flashing as anticipated. He had 60 seconds to reach the control panel. As a droplet of sweat ran of his brow, he entered the code, 5368, the alarm system successfully deactivated.
He sighed deeply. He caught a photo out of the corner of his eye, and stopped and stared at it, AT HER. She was in her mid 30s, and a widower. The first couple of years, she took it hard, but the last year or so, she had obviously accepted her loss, as she started to wear more colorful attire, and more revealing outfits around the office. That was until she, sacked him with a couple of others.
That had seriously pissed him off. He had not done anything wrong for 12 months, had a clean sheet. She even commented on his improvement at their last one to one meeting. And then the dismissal, with two others.
She was apologetic, but the fact was she had dismissed him, as far as he was concerned unfairly. His troubled days, flirting with the life of crime was over. Having a job that inspired him, had helped to keep him straight. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get a job again, even with her good reference
He continued to look at her in the photo as he shone his torch onto her. She was wearing a tight summer dress, her small but perky breasts clearly visible under the halterneck top of the dress. He had looked at her for months, becoming more and more intoxicated by her beauty, her looks, her sexuality. Now it was time for revenge; revenge for sacking him, revenge for being a flirtatious tease.
“Bitch” he mumbled under his breath
He ascended the stairs he had ascended numerous times, including that afternoon as he had rehearsed the movements, knowing which stairs creek, and those that don’t. At the top, he stopped, and listened, looking around the landing, the house in almost total silence.
After several minutes, he was sure that she was asleep, and slowly step-toed into her back bedroom, placing the balaclava over his already hot head, and pushed the door ajar, and stepped in, looking around the room, at his prey.