Calibre
Backdoor is always a good option. Standing at 5'8 tall with wide, broad shoulders, I look like an average man. He does a really good job with my hair.
Never forget the typical black cap and surgical mask. After passing through some woods, we reached the woman's place. From afar, we could already see the camera by the backdoor. Jester positioned himself behind a boulder and aimed with the strongest water gun we could buy.
An opaque, bright blue liquid shot through and covered the lens just enough for me to safely enter. We jumped over the fence and brought out the copied key. Security is not their best suit. Not even dealing.
We quietly entered the premises and sprayed the other camera on the top left, as correctly recited by Halo. It was an average kitchen. An average house. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Or so the police thinks.
The lights in the kitchen were off, however there were dim, scattered rays of light offered by the next room. I walked past several unwashed dishes and pans. The orange tiled floor seemed to have not been swept in a week. The cement walls were covered in a boring yellow spring wallpaper. The counters look like cheaply done wood chip lamination and the small refrigerator is covered by dozens of stickers and colorful magnets.
The living room being the next room, we entered slowly, meeting her back. She was sitting on a short velvet couch, reading a fashion magazine. She wore a salmon pink tank top and her burgundy hair was tied up in a clean bun. She also happened to be wearing heavy blue jeans. My eyes wandered to the golden chain latched on her neck.
Before I stepped further, J reached, and put on an article of clothing on the living room camera. How'd you have several cameras watching you at all times and such a cheap, cheap house to pair it with? I'd be a good detective. I walked towards her back as I felt the presence of Jester fade. I swear to God.
She was sitting plainly on the couch. At a distance, you could hear her muttering. Up close, you could hear her talking about some jade ring and a game called Modern Warfare seemingly to herself. Just as I've walked the correct amount of distance behind her, we heard a small metal clang upstairs.
God fucking damnit.
She was immediately startled, looked behind, and stood up. I've had no choice but to cock the revolver I was already pointing behind her head.
I brought my pointer finger to my lips and mouthed a small 'shh.' That bitch is crazy annoying. Lady almost screamed too.
I almost felt bad as her eyes turned red. She knew. Despite the absolute horror on her face, I took notice of her hand in her right pocket. Upon noticing, she brought it out like she had nothing else to hide, and rose both her hands up.
I gave her a small smile and shot it right through. One word, supersonic. Theoretically, the call couldn't have picked it up, even if I didn't have the silencer.
With her mouth agape and her arms almost helplessly flailing, I grabbed the kitchen cloth sitting on the table and shoved it in before she could scream. I pushed her on the floor and motioned she kneels.
"Bring it out," I said and gestured to her right pocket. As she wails crying (quietly), she brought out the broken phone and revealed a shaky, bloody hand.
"You from Chacoa, right?"
"Take anything. I have so much cash on hand, you wouldn't believe. I could open my vault right now! Just... let me live, please," she begged.
"See this?" I motioned to the hole. "This is a barrel. Now, what this does... is-" I pointed it and shot her other leg, leaving her paraplegic as she falls to the ground.
"I'll ask once again, Chacoa?" I pushed the barrel hard underneath her chin, she could taste the bullet.
"Yes! Yes, I am! Please! He put me on that corner! Bryce did! You can take everything I have, just--"
"That's really selfish," I suggested with furrowed brows and pulled the trigger.
She fell headfirst on the ground, like a solid frame. I looked behind and saw an observant Jester. Just as predicted.
"You're a sadist, you know that right?"
"Were you birthed the wrong way?? Pushed from behind, perhaps? Serve a purpose, just one." I rolled my eyes. He began dialing the guys. I mustered all strength I had just to not shoot the nuisance in the head. Almost pointed it again.
I looked at the shrivelled, lifeless body of the lady. She reminded me of a raisin, something she'll inevitably turn to anyway. I pulled the necklace around her neck. There hung a diamond studded pendant, ring-shaped. I stuffed it in my pocket and felt it sink.