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Arvus23
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- Joined
- Apr 30, 2018
It was just another job, a rather large one, but still just a simple bust in and go. Jackson looked over the house again, it's two stories were accompanied by a deluge of luxuries on the exterior of the building. A pool, a lounge area, some expensive looking chairs and tables under a hangover at the rear, which would lead into a backyard, though given how the house was located in an open field, everything could be considered the yard.
Jackson was a rather tall man, standing about 6"3 with broad shoulders and a fit figure, though even he doubted his ability to traverse the open distance without being seen in the daylight. The house was fifty yards from the closest road and one hundred from their nearest neighbor. He highly doubted the house would lack security, so he'd done his research and sure enough the house was laced with window guards and door locks with electronic alarms set to go off if they were forcibly opened. It would be a hard nut to crack, but it certainly wasn't impossible.
The first part of his plan was simple, wait until dark. That meant people would be asleep and not looking for some guy dressed in black running across an open field at three o'clock in the morning. Step two was to avoid setting off the security system and three was to get as much stuff as he could carry and run away before sunlight broke or anyone woke up. It was simple, but risky plan.
When the time came, things had gone well. There were no lights on in the house or nearby buildings. He covered the ground well and had used a small wire to open one of the windows, without tripping the sensors. Once the window was open, he slipped in without as much as a pin drop of noise. He was currently in the living room, to the right was a study room, to his front was the kitchen, and to his left seemed to be a vacant room used for storage. The stairs to the second floor were located in the middle of the building, but that would come later. For now, Jackson began by searching out small things. Jewelry, loose money, and things such as that, which could be turned around quick to make profit. Sadly, it seemed the first floor lacked in that, so now the only option was to risk a bit more and go up to the second floor.
His shoes were cushioned, so the wood under his feet made little creaks instead of snaps or cracks as they normally would under pressure. It was little sounds that became as loud as thunder during the middle of night, when you did work like this. As he rounded on the stairs, he found several doors. He opened the closet on his left to find what seemed to be the master bedroom. A single figure laid in the bed, seemingly motionless besides the slow rising and fall of the sheets as the person breathed. He quickly looked around to find a jewelry cabinet and what appeared to be a desk. If there was profit to be made, this was it. Though he thought it odd, there was supposed to be a couple that lived here, but one person was missing. Though there had only been one car in the driveway.
His eyes blue eyes stared at the bed as his hand slowly pulled back on the door. It seemed in disrepair as the hinges squealed for an instant of a second, earning a silent curse from the would-be burglar. Jackson lifted up on the door, placing pressure on the hinges as to silence the movement at the expense of making his figure larger as he entered the room standing straight up. He moved quickly, opening the jewelry cabinet. "Jackpot." His lips curled into a smile as he began to take fists full of silvered and golden trinkets into his pocket.
Jackson was a rather tall man, standing about 6"3 with broad shoulders and a fit figure, though even he doubted his ability to traverse the open distance without being seen in the daylight. The house was fifty yards from the closest road and one hundred from their nearest neighbor. He highly doubted the house would lack security, so he'd done his research and sure enough the house was laced with window guards and door locks with electronic alarms set to go off if they were forcibly opened. It would be a hard nut to crack, but it certainly wasn't impossible.
The first part of his plan was simple, wait until dark. That meant people would be asleep and not looking for some guy dressed in black running across an open field at three o'clock in the morning. Step two was to avoid setting off the security system and three was to get as much stuff as he could carry and run away before sunlight broke or anyone woke up. It was simple, but risky plan.
When the time came, things had gone well. There were no lights on in the house or nearby buildings. He covered the ground well and had used a small wire to open one of the windows, without tripping the sensors. Once the window was open, he slipped in without as much as a pin drop of noise. He was currently in the living room, to the right was a study room, to his front was the kitchen, and to his left seemed to be a vacant room used for storage. The stairs to the second floor were located in the middle of the building, but that would come later. For now, Jackson began by searching out small things. Jewelry, loose money, and things such as that, which could be turned around quick to make profit. Sadly, it seemed the first floor lacked in that, so now the only option was to risk a bit more and go up to the second floor.
His shoes were cushioned, so the wood under his feet made little creaks instead of snaps or cracks as they normally would under pressure. It was little sounds that became as loud as thunder during the middle of night, when you did work like this. As he rounded on the stairs, he found several doors. He opened the closet on his left to find what seemed to be the master bedroom. A single figure laid in the bed, seemingly motionless besides the slow rising and fall of the sheets as the person breathed. He quickly looked around to find a jewelry cabinet and what appeared to be a desk. If there was profit to be made, this was it. Though he thought it odd, there was supposed to be a couple that lived here, but one person was missing. Though there had only been one car in the driveway.
His eyes blue eyes stared at the bed as his hand slowly pulled back on the door. It seemed in disrepair as the hinges squealed for an instant of a second, earning a silent curse from the would-be burglar. Jackson lifted up on the door, placing pressure on the hinges as to silence the movement at the expense of making his figure larger as he entered the room standing straight up. He moved quickly, opening the jewelry cabinet. "Jackpot." His lips curled into a smile as he began to take fists full of silvered and golden trinkets into his pocket.
