by Krystle

Created on: December 05, 2008

Evelyn Brandon took a deep breath. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this worried. Just about anything could go wrong in the next hour or so, and if anything did, she was as good as dead. She revised the plan in her head for the tenth time that day before walking briskly toward the mansion- the place she didn't know if she would make it out from almost an hour later. Because of the big football match at Stamford Bridge, the street seemed somewhat deserted. There were few cars in the driveway, no children playing outside, and no women doing their gardening.

It was 11.05 am. Everything was going well so far, but this was only the easiest part of the day. She looked around the quiet neighbourhood, searching for her partner on this particular mission, Luke Harrow, but like the professional he was, he was not to be spotted easily; much like herself. Evelyn remembered what he had said about the entrances; six high-tech cameras in front, eight at the side entrances, and five at the back. She would take care of all of them once she got to the back.

Reaching the back entrance of the house, she looked around again. The coast was clear. She waited for a few moments, checking around herself constantly to make sure that no one was watching. Suddenly, a loud cheering erupted, signaling that Chelsea had already scored a goal in the early minutes of the match. She was a Manchester United fan, but today, she didn't care about losing. All she cared about was Turi Berano.

The whole case she and Luke had been working on had finally led them to this; breaking into the lair of one of the biggest Mafia organisations that had ever set foot in Britain, headed by the one Berano family. Turi had been most difficult to locate, and after spending a night as waiters at one of his grand parties, they had learnt about the operation thoroughly, from the inside. Even though everything seemed efficient and organised, here and there they found a gaping hole that would, hopefully, help them today.

Evelyn checked her PDA when she received a text message. It was from Rick, the agency's IT specialist. "Both guards are in the house and I've disabled your cameras and alarms TEMPORARILY. Luke's alarms are off too. The floor's all yours," it read. She smiled, putting her PDA away. Rick could always be counted on.

She took a few steps back before jumping toward the wall, clinging to the top of it. Without a second's hesitation, she hoisted herself over it, landing on the other side on both

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