Hooked Dangerously

Motion plan (Change of plan)

'Well, my outburst will make me change my plan too.'

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Aurelia

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I heaved a sigh of relief when I served the Costello's breakfast. It's one hell of a tedious work and my back is literally aching.

Just for two weeks. I told myself I can endure for another couple of days, because of all things I hate domestic work most, especially when I'm doing it for someone else.

I sat on the kitchen chair, soothing myself with the pineapple juice I got from the fridge, patiently waiting for them to finish eating so I can clear the table and wash the dishes.

Only Vee and his parents were having breakfast, Damien and Viturin had skipped.

I knew Viturin will not come, he had a fight with his father and didn't even return home the whole night, Damien on the other hand is someone I can't comprehend.

More than worrying about that, I needed to know the complex of this house, the people in it and then begin to make my plans, I don't want to stay longer than two weeks.

I got up from the chair, swallowed the rest of the juice and dropped the cup in the sink.

I peeped outside and found them still eating and chatting away.

It could buy me some minutes to quickly look over the house.

I picked up my bag, searched inside for a small box that always aid me when it comes to this.

I retrieved my Iris scan, a very tiny, just like a dot ultra HD scan that I can easily attach to my pupil and let it scan the whole structure for me in an outline, automatically saving them in my computer.

I went out through the back door. It came out to a long passageway with rolls of transparent glass, giving the bliss of enjoying the Costello's backyard nature without having to step outside.

I loved it, it was simple yet splendid. I can take a walk here just to forget for a seconds what truly I am.

I sighed as I took fast steps towards the end, I needed to be back before they finished eating.

At the end of the passageway by the left I could see fleet of stairs leading upstairs and downstairs. I wonder what could be downstairs.

My years of work has shown me that crime families like this has a lot of secrets downstairs than they have upstairs so naturally I took interest in going downstairs.

I retrieved a transparent glove from my back pockets, put them on and took a steady step down the stairs.

I scanned the stairs, the buzzing sound hitting right at my forehead but I needed the outline of this house, so I must keep on.

I made it to something that looks more like a basement, but old and forgotten. It was rusty, cobwebs covered almost everywhere and choky.

I sneezed again and again, cursing my curiosity.

I blinked my eyes for a quick scan and not even a red dot could be seen, there's no way he could keep something like that in this kind of room.