It is hammering down with rain. Clouds? You could not see them, the rain was so thick. There is a man on the side of the hill checking he his surroundings. A black sports bag sits next to him. He is lying in soaking wet bracken; he is just outside the forest line. He then looked through his black and white binoculars that he had hanging from his neck. You can hear the focusing of the binoculars; he looks through the binoculars.
There is nothing. Except an old lonely house leading up to the house there was a sloppy path in mud. There are no feelings or emotions in the mans eyes while examining the house.
The house was grey with black stains on the left and right side of the building. There are four windows and a door at the front of the house. There is a toilet window it is a patterned and smaller in size compared to the rest.
The windows are all wooden framed, with moss growing up them. The is the most well kept feature of the house, it is the bright white with one door handle about half way down, which also had a key incorporated into the door handle. The roof was made up of welsh slate it had a lot of chips in it with lichen. The roof also had disproportionate chimney, with extraordinarily thick black smoke pouring out that soon dispersed into the rain as it was still flowing fast. To the rear of the house is an overgrowing weed filled garden, it was more like a wild jungle it is much undomesticated.
This is a man in his 60s home garden? Not what you would except from an old man you expect a neatly cut grass and neatly cut hedges.
The man examining the house tracks a car coming up the track. It is silver with rust spots; this is a car containing the victim. Two bright red lights came on then the brakes thudded on, he stopped in the middle of the driveway. A sheep held up the old man from getting to his house. The sheep moved on to a grass patch with the help of a horn and flashing head lights on and off. The frightened sheep saw the car to the house with its glare. Then car stops as he approached the house two bright lights ping on, the wipers stopped with a thud, click… click… click the hand brake snaps on the engine dies with a whine. He looks in his rear view mirror to see tyre marks in the track behind him. That soon fades due the volume of rain.
The man slowly put his walking stick in the sloppy mud below him it sounded like a dog eating its food. He then got out of the car. Creeping out of the car supporting his back and reached for the step of the land rover whilst squelching into the track, he closed the door of the car. The gentle man hobbles to the house. What the man called a home? The house door unlocked with the twist of the key. Closes the door behind him and travels to the lounge which is the first door on the right in the old mouldy house.
The man on the hill started to commando roll down the hill, the mud slapping on his face. Of which he could taste the mud which covered his face like a facial mask. On reaching the bottom of the hill, He rose. The young athletic man put his head up high, swung his arms and strode with a purpose to the house. The man stopped five meters away diving into his black bag; rain stopping at the same time. He looked into the sky to see a dark grey. The gentleman then pulled gloves out put them on, reached in his bag again to find a gas cylinder. The twisted the tape smelling gas, the assassin hurled it through the window. It sounded like you breaking a very expensive vase. The gas fell short of the victim. The victim stopped. He can smell the gas.
He new what was going to happen. A lit match was thrown. Bang! After the match was thrown in the house it was outrageous a room was ripped away from the old house as easily as relationship. The old man in his 60s is definitely dead. There are no remains of the room, body, chair, table, and old TV, the gas cylinder! None of it the room left, except ashes of the demoralizing explosion. A quarter of the house was ripped out all the assassin can see is two door ways and some blackened interior walls. The lethal assassin slowly walks of to forest on the hill.
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