Sunday, 20 May 2018

Prologue: Part One

My story starts five years ago. It’s not a pretty one nor is it a light hearted one. I was the daughter of a single mother; my father had left the day after my younger sister was born to go and pursue the company of younger men and women. Since that day my mother had sworn off relationships and raised me and my younger sister, Lucy, single-handedly while teaching us the dangers of marriage.

And before you jump to any conclusions, no, the woman in the picture is not me, it’s my mother a stern and strict woman called 'Daisy-Rose' and this was the last day we saw each other. If you’re wondering who she is talking to on the phone, then let me inform you, it’s the police. Apparently being called to help her oldest daughter was a major inconvenience to her, all she had to do was put the dinner to one side and reheat it later.

When my mother finally got to the police station, I don’t know what took her so long we only lived around the corner, she pulled me away from my friends. Typical mother, she never did like my friends and left them in the jail to rot.

As soon as I stepped out the cell she started yelling at me, “blah blah blah responsibility, blah blah blah disappointment, blah blah blah liability, blah blah blah”.

I hadn’t even noticed my sister was standing behind my mother until she said those fatal words that pushed me over the edge, “Why can’t you be more like your sister!”.

That was my breaking point, I was top of my class, captain of my gymnastic team and on the honour roll all because of the pressure my mother placed on me to perform. During the summer holidays, before my final year at school, I had wanted to spend time with my friends, have new experiences and focus on me for once in my life. I ended up unloading all of my teenage angst and emotions on my mother. She was taken back by my out burst and just stood in shock as I yelled at her.

I barged out of the room and left the police station, this was the last time I saw my family.

Now ...

Life was hard. After cutting off my family and running away I had no choice but to steal money to buy food and survive. The more I stole the better I got at it, eventually being hired to steal for others. Soon I got a reputation and was hired by more high profiled individuals, like this job. I was hired by an anonymous person to copy the hard-drive off of the personal home computer belonging to the Mayor of Willow Creek.

I stood in the back-garden of the Mansion belonging to Mayor Alto. I looked up at the rear balcony, a tree had grown beside it but looked difficult to climb I grasped the rope in my hand, loosening my grip and making a lasso. I threw the lasso up onto the tree and pulled myself up.

Once up onto the balcony I jemmied open the lock I enter the house. The anonymous person who hired me also supplied blueprints to the house so I knew exactly where I was going even though all the lights were turned off.

I made my way to the office and logged into the computer. I plugged my tablet into the computer and started copying everything over. While I was copying the files my curiosity got the better of me and I started to snoop. I was so busy snooping I hadn’t even noticed people enter the room and turn the lights on.

“Well, Well, Well. What do we have here?”

I looked up to see Nick Alto standing with two police officers and his wife, Mayor Vita. There were many rumours about Nick being an influencal figure in the local criminal underworld and putting hits on his wife’s opponents. I checked the transfer, only 75%, I needed to stall.

“Do you mind!” I said, “Some of us are doing some important work and all this talking is very distracting”.

“WHAT! Do you know who I am? I think you don’t, because if you did, you wouldn’t dare speak to me like that.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh” I started mimicking his voice, “That’s you. That’s what you sound like”.

“Say one more thing, go on I dare you”

I looked at the transfer, it had completed. I slowly unplugged my tablet, before responding.

“Well as you are daring me to. My one word is ‘goodbye’”.

I ran from the room onto the front balcony and jumped over the edge. Anyone else would fall and break their bones but I knew exactly where to land with minimal damage to myself. I aimed for a big bush on the ground to soften my fall.

I made the perfect landing and climbed out of the bush, accept for a few light scratches. I jumped into a car I had positioned before going inside. The number plates on the back were faked and if looked for wouldn’t lead the police to me. I took my phone out my pocket and plugged it into the car. I used the Bluetooth on my car to make a phone call on my phone whilst driving. The anonymous buyer of the intel answered the phone using a voice modifier, I told the guy I had the information he had paid for and I wanted to meet.

He gave me an address and I entered it into my satellite navigation device built into the car. When I arrived at the address I was met by tall fences and barbed wire running around the entire lot. Two huge spotlights and security cameras focused in on me as I headed towards the front gate, a loud buzzing sound erupted from a small speaker and the gates slowly opened, so I headed through.

When I entered into the back of the building I was greeted by the last person I expected, Bertram ‘Bert’ Alto, Mayor Vita’s brother-in-law.

“Thank-you Miss Jane Smith or would you rather I use your online nom de plume ‘Batman’. For a ‘man’ you have some feminine features. Miss Smith Can I please have the tablet?”

Dammit. Not only did he find out about my secret identity but he was undressing me with my eyes.

I tossed the tablet to him from across the room, refusing to go any closer to that creep.

“Not that this tablet will do you any good. I mean they’re your family, so you probably know everything already on this thing”.

“Not necessarily. My brother Nick and I have had our differences over the years, why do you think I’ve been hiding in this fortified bunker. I mean you of all people should know that family isn’t all it’s cracked up to be”.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I meant no offence young lady, just that I couldn’t find any evidence of parents when I did a background check on you online. Now either you are an exceptionally better hacker than me and you wiped all electronic footprints of your parents or Jane Smith is just another persona. Either way we’ll find out from my henchmen at your home Streamlet Single if your parents are hiding under the seat cushions”.

I slapped Bert across the face and ran from the room. A henchwoman was waiting for me in the hallway and started to choke me. I clawed at her hands and tried to remove them from their tight grip around my neck, however a quick knee to her stomach loosened her grip and I was able to push her off, with the last of my strength I slammed her against the wall and knocked her out.

I exited the bunker and headed towards the road to find that my car was missing. I started running on foot. This couldn’t be happening, could it?


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