Hidden Depths

The first heist

My foot ran into a gate. It was put here purposely, for reasons I would never know. Regardless, it was for a reason I didn't intend to find out. Descending the stairs very carefully, the disorienting feeling came back, and again my eyes had to adjust at the bottom of the stairs, to the light filtering in from the windows. I looked to the left, and saw that my coast was still clear. With that, I quickly and quietly shut the door behind me, another small *creak.*

Feeling my heart slow to a normal pace again, I began descending the stairs to the first floor. This staircase was carpeted, so it would be extremely unlikely for anyone to hear me coming down them, unless they creaked. To my luck, they did not, and I made it to the bottom with no issues. Still crouching down low, I realized I had put myself smack dab in the middle of the living room. A grand brown armchair sat in the middle of the room, in front of it a bear skin rug.

There was a TV with an entertainment center supporting its weight only mere feet away from the bear skin rug. To the left of the chair, sat an equally divine couch. It was white leather, and looked like it hadn't been touched in several years. An identical one sat on the other side of the chair. A dazzling chandelier hung just above the bear skin rug, just making it known just that little bit more that this house was of very divine elegance.

Just to the left of the living room hung a door, leading into what looked like an equally as grand kitchen, and to the right was another door. This one was shut.

Making my way to the middle of the room, where the bear skin rug lay, I was still crouching, my legs on fire at this point, and I propped myself against the chair. If someone was standing 5 feet in front of me, I would be cat litter. But luckily, there was nobody there. Getting another wave of courage, I rounded my way to the kitchen entrance, and finally into the kitchen itself.

There was a flaky pastry sitting on a plate at what I assumed was the kitchen table, for it was grand and stretched almost the entire length of the room. It was big enough to be an entire ballroom. Upon closer inspection, there was even a stage way far up, and a blocked off section for people to dance. It was an entertainment/ kitchen space mixed in with each other. I assumed this was for entertainment while the guests ate.

The walls were a rustic red, the floor an almost glistening gold color. It sounded like a normal kitchen floor, except it had an almost echoey sound to it as well. It was as if when I stepped, I was walking on cement flooring.

But alas, it was a very huge room.

I was about to take another step forward when my walkey talkey sounded in my hand, scaring me, and causing me to loose my footing, falling backwards.

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to suppress the growing fear inside of me because of the amount of noise it made. My next instinct was to hide. Slowly getting back up on my feet, I quickly went over to the table, moving one of the chairs out of the way, and crawling underneath the table, covering myself by moving the chair back to where it was.

This was the safest spot to hide in this room, even if it meant being slightly louder than I'd have anticipated.

A few minutes later I saw a figure enter the room. My heart stopped in its tracks. My breath hitched. It wasn't until I peered out over the chair, that I noticed it wasn't anyone other than Sloane. She slowly made her way in the room, something raised in her hand, as if to say "come out if you dare."

It was then that I slowly retreated out from under the table, holding both of my hands up, to let her know that I wasn't a threat to her, when she lowered the object in her hand and put her hand to her heart.