Chapter 1

Ceto and Moira moved with predatory grace through the garden bordered by flower beds. The clouds above giving them a good advantage. It was just another perfect night. They passed the large fountain with the figure of Casarion in the middle and pressed themselves to the cold brick wall. The house was one of those modern homes perfect for the rich and stylish.

Suddenly burglar alarm rings. Not so surprising though, it's the twelfth time this night. Ceto listen carefully for any noises of people running. None. She followed Moira up the wide stone steps to the large wooden double doors. Ceto scanned the area while Moira picked the lock silently with two small pins. Nether of them were speaking. It close to 2 in the morning. The owner and his bodyguards must be getting tired. Tired and aggravated from all the ringing. They slipped in quietly and closed the door behind them. They entered the main hallway and found light coming from the far room. The doors were closed. Moira turned to Ceto and covered her mouth, but not because she was scared. They look around and found some very expensive soft cushions decorating a very expensive looking couch. They went back towards the room, their .45 Rugers at their side. When they were close to the door Moira made a motion to Ceto and both of them raised their gun and placed it closed to their chest, pointed forward, the cushion placed over the gun. Ceto open the door.

They had a split second to scan the room. It seemed to be a study. Two men were sitting down in separate chairs while two leaned against the book cases. None of them even had time to draw their guns as Moira and Ceto opened fired. The cushions they took with them muffled the sounds of each shot. Homemade silencers. In the end, each of the men had a hole in the middle of his forehead and the cushions weren't so expensive anymore. Silence fell over them. Ceto and Moira went inside and looked over the bodies.

"He's not here," Moira said.

Ceto looked at Moira. "What"

"Douglas is not here."

Then they heard a scream.

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