The only potential threat had been countered, there was only one thing left to do. He broke from the crouched position he was in, and made his way to the house that was nearby. The car had stopped just a few metres from the house. The driver inside the car had literally been frozen stiff. She was still attached to the steering column. He pushed the car over the bridge. Still, he carried on walking at a steady metronome pace towards the house as if he had done nothing special. All that separated him from the house now was an old fence that was covered in rust and tall weeds. Climbing the tall fence would not have been a problem for him, but at the top was barbed wire. Not even he could climb the fence without damaging himself. He would have to wait.
Crouched down again, he spotted the car. It was approaching the house. He put his hand inside the sleeve of his coat that contained his weapon, and slowly took it out. The fence gate opened as the car approached it, and he would soon have to follow the car soon after it passed though the gate, but not so soon as to be seen by the driver. The car slowly passed through the gate, and he followed it through as quietly as possible, in order not to be spotted. The car stalled just beside the house, but the driver did not re-start it, and got out to enter his house. Now, was just a matter of deciding what entrance into the house, would be the least well guarded by surveillance systems.
The coast was clear. Now was the time to enter the house. He had decided that the chimney was of a large enough size for him to climb down. He climbed up the side of the house using the water gutter as foot leverage. No sooner had he climbed up to the roof, was he down the chimney and into the house. Unlike the outside, the inside of the house was very well kept and decorated. It was filled with paintings from around the nineteenth century and with vases to match. The thing that shocked him the most though was that there was not a camera in sight. Suddenly, bursting through the main entrance into the room was the man he had been following, holding a rifle with both arms. The two were of exactly the same appearance. They looked at each other straight in the eye. “Why are you surprised?” the man with the rifle spoke, “What need have I of surveillance? I am the assassin!” He fired, once. Killing the other instantly.
The assassin quickly took the body, exchanged clothes with himself, and burnt it outside. Using the new weapon he had obtained, he blasted a hole into the fence and dashed towards the old wooden bridge. Near the bridge, he crouched in the exact way the man before had done. He soon heard the reverberation of a speeding car going down the ‘lonely’ road…
