I just got in. It was cold and rainy outside, and my overcoat was soaked and chilly. The door did its usual nonsense, sticking firm at the knob. I barely thought about it though, as I pushed to the right and popped into my apartment. I just wanted to sit down and have my chicken sandwich and hot coffee that I had picked up on the way home, but the phone was ringing and I knew I had to answer it. They're not going to give me a moment's peace are they? I put down my nice, hot drink and sandwich--
"Can't I just sit down for a second!" I exclaimed to nobody in particular. I moved quickly down the hall to the bedroom, the phone ringing incessantly. They weren't giving up, whoever they were. I knew it was too much noise, with me stomping and yelling and the phone ringing off-the-hook would give rise to my nosy neighbors, so I endeavored to shut it from that point.
"Hello?" My voice came out raspy and hushed, because I was trying to be quiet. Ice shot through my body as I realized what kind of an impression I was leaving. I needed to keep it together. They talked for a few minutes while I remained silent
"Okay, then" I said and hung up the phone, sinking down onto my bed. I suddenly didn't want my coffee or sandwich anymore. My body went limp, falling backwards onto the bed and pillows. I was simply exhausted, yet I had no choice but to go back out there and be their errand boy. Worse than just degrading, it was often dangerous, awful, disgusting, and horrific. I felt as if I almost couldn't face it again. My hands went to my eyes, rubbing them until that strange pattern of light would appear. What was that anyway?
I slid off the bed and went back into the hall. I could hear the upstairs neighbors talking about something in hurried tones. My feet shuffled me back by the entryway, where I left the sandwich and coffee. I downed the coffee in one go, sputtering a bit and belching toward the end. I tossed the cup haphazardly into the kitchen towards the recycle bin and turned towards the closet to get a dry coat to wear. I picked a black duster and draped it over myself and grabbed my effects from the table in the entryway.
I turned back and grabbed the sandwich from the credenza where I left it, wrapping it in the paper bag it was sitting in and stuffed it into the pocket of my duster. There was a scuffle in the hallway. I peered through the peephole and saw three men, dressed in black leather and denim mostly, two with their backs turned, one facing my place.
"This it?" said a gruff voice coming from the one closest to my door.
"Yeah. Three-oh-one. Go on, then." one of the others answered. I backed away from the door slowly. I had been ready for such a situation if it ever arose.
Bang! One of them must have kicked open the door to my apartment I thought, as I scurried up into the crawlspace, pulling the ceiling panel into place. I knew they could possibly look for me here, but it was no matter since I wouldn't be staying very long. I shimmied myself across the dusty wooden floor and to a small opening in the corner of the wall. I pulled the bit of insulation from the wall and wriggled my way through to the top of the next apartment, which was across the hall from me. My other place.
I slid down into the other apartment through the crawlspace door. This one had a ladder, which I used to descend lest they hear me from my occupied apartment. I sidled over to the wall and listened intently. They were ransacking the place it sounded like, maybe looking for something besides me? Now I was confused. I'd certainly expect them to come for me and heaven only knows what they'd do, people like that, but they wouldn't be tearing up my house from the sound of it if they weren't looking for a specific item or items. I put it out of my head for the moment and began to move, swiftly and quietly through the apartment into the back bedroom. This place was considerably larger than my apartment across the hall.
Into the back bedroom and into the closet, which upon pulling on a cable, becomes a huge walk-in closet as the back closet wall slides up to reveal four times as much space. All manner of gear, weapons, tools, money and documents line the walls in drawers, cases, safes and shelves. I methodically choose several of each weapon and tool, after changing into more suitable gear as quickly as possible. Then, just before grabbing documentation and cash as I walk back into the actual closet space and pulling the cable again, I reach back before the wall slides back down and locks into place to grab an energy bar and a bottle of water. I hear a loud knock at the door. I'm pretty sure I know who that is, and I move quietly and quickly down the hall, after grabbing a robe, a wig and a thick pair of glasses from the bedroom as I go.
I shuffle the rest of the way down the hall, quickly throwing the living room window wide open with a rush of frigid air. "Just a moment," I say, pulling an old man's voice fairly well. It's one of the few I can do convincingly. I moved to the door, clearing my throat and snorting a bit, trying to sell it to whoever was surely listening carefully on the other side of the door. "Who is it?" I say in the old man voice once again.
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