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figured the job must be a top level one and expected a strong security in place guarding the prized possession, she reasoned this as only commensurate to the price agreed and pay for the deal.
Yuan made ready to pay a visit to the location her customer had provided her. In as much as she was confident that the gadgets in her possession should be able to pull the operation off as they were the most advanced there were yet, she intended to survey her target’s house first just as a precaution and also as a part of her regular research.
Two nights later she was outside a huge manor. Located in a remote wooded area of the Ozark mountains, she had a good enough hideout from which to monitor the property. There were no prying eyes to beware of. Besides the occupants of the house, she had no worries about an outsider seeing her peeking at the house as she would have been if she were in a populated neighborhood.
She therefore took her time, not being under much pressure. According to the information Johnson had provided Yuan, the chest was most likely located in the master bedroom of the home, in a wall vault. This apparently was where Shan Li kept his most beloved valuables.
Slowly and carefully, Yuan sized up the security system of the immense home. From what she could see, other than the most basic locks on windows and doors, she couldn’t find any obvious security precautions. That was odd, for such a large, obviously expensive property. Red flags went up immediately in her mind – what am I missing?
Concerned that she was missing something, Yuan carefully checked and double checked the home’s perimeter again. She expected more and this task, which was quite well paid for, was turning out to be disappointing her expectations for a job of its worth. The only thing she saw were large canine foot prints coming out of the back door. She had monitored the house from her hiding place for hours earlier and had not seen any dog. She also knew no one left the house with a dog, so she wondered where the dog could be.
Dogs she could deal with though, she knew. If she was quiet and quick, they would never even know she was in the house. And if they did find her, most dogs could be distracted with presents she might have to bring along. She had yet to have any of her jobs be foiled by man’s best friend. If that was the best Shan Li had to offer, then this job was so easy as to be embarrassing. Which begged the question – why would Mr. Johnson need someone as skilled, and expensive, as her to do such an easy job?
Swallowing her reservations, Yuan donned her night vision lenses and approached the home with the most cautious of steps and choice of direction. The sooner she retrieved the chest, the sooner she would collect the balance of her payment and be off to somewhere warm, sunny, and with beautiful clear water. She had missed the Bahamas, her favorite hangout spot, where she laid low on completion of major deals.
With a pick, she unlocked the door, not making as much as a sound. Silent as a tiny bird, she slipped into the darkened home. Yuan stopped for a moment, to make sure she had not tripped a silent alarm. While she was cautious enough to be on the alert should that happen, it was the last thing she needed nor could handle right then on the job as she was in no position for physical combat with the occupants of the house. If anybody was alerted of her presence by the security system, her best option would be to leave the premises instantly to return on a later day when their guards would have let their security down again.
When nothing happened, she continued on through the manor’s interior. The lounge flooring which was exquisitely tiled, glittering even in the darkness of the room. Shan sure had a good taste in furnishing and interiors. Through the adjoining corridor that led to the cluster of rooms, Yuan carefully made her way towards where she believed the master bedroom should be.
Based on the glimpses of the