Piece Of Paper

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The man was sitting on a chair in a small and dim room with one light on top of the table in which he put his hands interlocking. He was in a dark blue hood which covered his face till the nose. He was young, pale, tall and thin.

Suddenly the door behind him opened.
Breaking the silence, a man came running and panting towards the small rounded table. He had blond hair and was bleeding from the end of his nose.

"What took you so long, Alfred?" asked the hooded man on the chair, his voice sounded deep and angry but somehow calm.
Alfred took a deep breath still panting he said, "They saw me...the cops...I could only jump from the wall.....behind me but I tripped and hit my nose", he said wiping his nose with his sleeve.

"Did you get anything?", the hooded man asked, who didn't seem to care how or why he was bleeding. 

Alfred looked unpleased and said, "I'm sorry Boss, but I could only grab this-" he grabbed something from his pocket"-piece of paper, I lost track of time and-"
But he was interrupted by his boss.

"Hand me that", he said, putting his hand on the table so that Alfred handed the paper into it.

The piece of paper had a logo of a fire with something written on top of it and a small picture of a brunette haired girl on the top right corner. Her hair was shoulder length. She was pretty and looked kind. On the paper it had a writing in the middle saying:

                                                                  Laura James Hutchins

                                                                                15 years 

                                                               Prince Lane, 18th House.

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