(In progress) A young theif gets into more than he can handle, and the raid of his life.
"I'm sure we will."
"But are you positive?"
"Stop fooling around back there, you two, they'll hear us!"
The night air was still, the whole area was silent (Almost un-naturally so); the lake a dead ice flat. the temperature was just above freezing, but I was sweating long before I got near the house.
My heart was pounding wildly, and I had gripped my dagger so tight that it left deep ridges in my skin, even the symbols were inprinted on my palm. There were white patches of snow sprawled about in the ten-acre lot where the mansion sat, enclosed by trees.
I and my 'partners,' Kya and Aiden, both a year older than I, are about to come to the vent about tewlve feet off of the ground, near the garden on the side. Lucky we have an assassin with us; She (Kya) is quite nimble and strong, she can reach it and throw down a grapple.
We're here. But something's not right... Something seems to be moving... Behind the wall, it's making a scraping sound...
"Watch out, kid!"