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car and looked around. Lights were on in all the houses, most people seemed to be home. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and began to walk through some brush and backyards, careful to stay out of view from the residents. He hunkered down low as he approached Gulliver Jones’ mansion, crawling on his hands and knees. He made his way past the barricade which he climbed over and fell down flat onto his hands and knees. He looked up toward the house and saw that the lights were on.
    It was probably a trap. Men would typically be sitting on the back porch, but there was no one. No one hiding in the trees, no one waiting to burst around the corner and pump him full of led. There was nothing there. Miles knew the men would be inside. He carefully continued to crawl towards the house. The rifle was still over his shoulder and he climbed slowly until he got to the back porch. From there, he climbed beneath the flooring through mud and a makeshift home of a raccoon family.
    He was already filthy from the crawling, and when he reached the window that looked into the basement he could see a set of four armed men sitting on a couch and watching television. It was Gulliver’s entertainment room; lavishly decked out in red velvet flooring and black walls. There was a pool table, a projector which screened films, a ping pong table, and an indoor swimming pool.
    If four of the men were sitting down here, seemingly lazy and watching television, then there must be some upstairs actually guarding Gulliver. Miles crawled out from beneath the porch and went around the edge of the building where he hastily hopped up into the air and grabbed hold of a column that led to a section of the roofing. He shimmied up quickly with the skill of a professional and then got onto the roof and crawled extremely slowly.
    He glanced at once through the window of the house. It was a bedroom, and it was empty. He crawled further down the roofing until he reached another window, which looked out onto the hardwood flooring of a hallway that led eventually to a staircase. Miles knew the house fairly well, as he’d been here a few times in the past – but it had been a while and his memory was somewhat rusty. He knew that the main level of the house had the usual rooms. There was a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room. There was also a small office with a computer and a desk with filing cabinets behind it. Miles began to try and pry open the windowsill when an alarm began to blare.
    “Fuck .”
    The siren was loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood, but it was quickly shut off. The men knew what they were doing, as did Gulliver. They didn’t want attention; the brief sounding of the alarm was all they needed to know that Miles had arrived, and they certainly didn’t want the police to show up. Miles was probably speaking to a security officer from the security company at that very moment, assuring them that he’d accidentally opened the door with his alarm set.
    Miles kicked through the glass of the window and jumped inside. He burst down the hallway and spotted two men coming for him from downstairs. As they made their way up the steps, they fired their automatic weapons. Miles ducked down and landed flat on his stomach, aiming the rifle through the spokes in the stair railing and firing. A stream of automatic shots pierced the hardwood flooring of the steps, along with the chests of the two men. Miles continued to let the bullets rain down all around the downstairs as he flailed the rifle’s barrel back and forth. He was screaming as he did so.
    After a minute, he pulled the gun away and peered down. The two men lay on their stomach and back, both of them soaked with blood and ridden with bullet holes. They were as good as dead, but Miles knew there were more coming from the basement, and they came very quickly.
    “Put the gun down,” one of them bellowed. As if.
    Instead, Miles positioned the assault rifle back through the spokes of the