The farm house was quiet and only a few lights were still on when both Marco and Gabrielle approached it via the surrounding shadows of the night. As they came to the singular window leading into the guest bedroom both men rested their backs against the edge of the house as they prepared to try and break into the room through the window. This wasn’t the first time they had done something like this, probably not the last either. With a nodded gesture of his head toward the glass window, Gabrielle had silently ordered Marco to try the window, in an effort to see if it was locked. Marco holstered his gun and then reached out, giving the bottom of the window a gentle tug as quietly as he could. To their surprise it moved quite easily. He slowly slid it open and parted the curtains to reveal

