He crouched motionless in the greenery, watching the back sliding door for the slightest of moments. The backyard was impeccable: a blanket of soft grass, cleanly trimmed trees and shrubs, the pool deck a perfect white ring dotted with lounge chairs in bright colours around the bluest of blue kidney-shaped pools. It was all he could do from crashing and invading the serenity in front of him. Yet here he sat ... waiting. Without a movement. Without a sound.
Inside the home, came sounds of clatter - cutlery rattling, drawers opening and closing and soft humming. Every so often, a shape could be seen behind the glass door but it never approached the exit. That's what he was waiting for. That was to be his signal.
His eyes were focused on the door but his mind listened to the sounds around - some yelling in the distance, the pop of a backfiring vehicle, a slight drone far away. He knew his buddies were stationed in silence around the area, all waiting for their individual signals. His mind wandered back to the pool, the twinkling blue he saw between the thick foliage that surrounded him. Had someone walked within inches of him, they would not see him, he blended so well with his surroundings.
But that pool, that yard! It stood out like a diamond in the middle of a garbage dump! Clearly the people who lived in this house were not ordinary people, like their neighbours around them. He knew that, those that sent him knew that ... that is why he was waiting here.
Suddenly, the relative quiet was broken by a loud bang - the front door to the home. A youthful shout came from inside, and answering greeting. Any time now ... any moment now ...
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