Gansters.. Pshh.. I got this...

Getting the Real Greg

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(Vivians point of view)

We all pilled into the car, weapons and plans ready to go. The car started and we were driving, everyone was quiet, not a word spoken. I don't really think there was anything to say anyway. We were going to go get are old friend back, well their old friend, I only just met the guy. That was probably the only thought running through our heads anyway.

We shut off the headlights as we approached the house and made the car coast so we were absolutely silent, covered by the night. Elliot stayed in the front seat while we got out, he would be our escape driver since he was the fastest and craziest driver out of all of us.

We all slipped out of the car and onto the lawn, making it across to the front door. Clyde looked in the windows one last time to make sure the coast was clear. Once cleared, Jake picked the lock.

BINGO

we were in.  I lead the way down the hall and to the door that lead to the basement. I picked up the metal bat that was left on the ground from me. Jake picked the lock on the basement door and we kept the lights off just incase.

Tyler went down and untied Greg and brought him upstairs, but it was no time to celebrate, we had to get out of here. We were headed back down the hall and up to the front door, but when we reached the handle we stopped.

Someone from the outside put a key in the lock and were starting to open the door. We all looked at eachother in panic, this wasn't part of the plan. They came home early. Like reading eachothers minds we split up and hid. My heart was pounding as I hid under the coffee table. Luckily the walls of it are brought down, hiding me in the shadows, otherwise it would have been pretty obvious.

We all listened from our hiding spaces as the front door opened up. We could hear small chatter as our rival gang made it into their house, hopefully unaware of us. Just when I think nothing could go wrong and I couldn't be anymore scared than I already was, something shiny caught my eye.

Right infont of me was a key, not just any key, MY KEY. It was only an arms length away, all I had to do was reach my arm out from under the table to get it. No problem right? Wrong. A pair of dirty, mud-caked boots were right next to them. Someone was standing infront of my hiding place.

They were talking to someone else in the room, so it was apparent he hasn't seen the key. Floods of panic started coursing through my veins, if they saw the key, they would notice its not theirs. Then they would figure out someone is or has been in their house. Then they will probably come after us and it will be all my fault!

Crap, Crap, Crap, Crappady, Crap!

What do I do!? Suddenly the boots seemed to walk away into the other room. I let out a sigh of relief. I looked out a bit and saw no one around. I quickly snatched the key and brought it under with me. I shoved it in my jean pocket and made sure it was buttoned closed. I looked under again to see Cylde trying to get my attention.

He was making hand signals, trying to tell me to come out from under the table and head out the front door. I also think he wants me to keep an eye out from outside as well. I nodded so he knew I understood. Heart racing, I slowly started to make my way out from under the table. I finally got out, but then I heard someone enter the room.