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A Heist to Pay for Revenge

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By Ellie BeauchampPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
A Heist to Pay for Revenge
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My fingers delicately began lifting the glass pane on the darkened house. Being in the Wave District, I was surrounded by gaudy mansions made of red brick. I winced when the window made a terrible squeak from inching its frame up. I wasn't worried about getting caught, but nevertheless the sound unnerved me. Silently I slipped inside and crouched low on the extravagant rug in the study. The office was lavishly decorated to show off the wealth of Wilson Bordeaux; my mark, and the man responsible for the assassination of my husband. Creeping around his desk, I located the safe, tucked neatly where Baron said it would be: under the drawers on the right side. I opened the safe with the combination; thanks again, Baron. Inside was exactly what I came for - a small linen pouch full of colorful gems. Pocketing the pouch, I slipped back into the salty night air. I heard the cries for boarding coming from the docks up ahead, and quickened my pace. I grasped a small vial resting at the base of my throat. "Soon, my love, soon I will find a way to bring you back and then… We will have our revenge."

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    Written by Ellie Beauchamp