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IC For Me And AlyCat

TheOneWhoWrites

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Robert Steeles | 18


(Robert's House)

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Money...It was the Devil. At least, that's how Robert viewed the wicked green stuff. It was what had brought Robert's family together, yet had so viciously and uncaring torn Robert's family apart at the same time. A long deep breath escaped from the eighteen year old before the young man combed his hands through his dark brown hair. Not to mention, Robert's father was CIA. Like, for real CIA. So Robert pretty much was a recluse within his father's seaside home, out of the eye of the public. Robert had no friends to hang out with, not even a guard dog at home. The only other person in the house besides Robert was the Nanny, in which Roberts father payed great amounts of money to basically raise Robert so the man himself didn't have to. But Robert liked the Nanny. The woman cared for him and treated him, made sure Robert did his homework for the night and brushed his teeth before bed. Robert didn't go to public school, but was going to school online.


Laying in bed, Robert had his window open that hot Summer July night, listening to the crickets and the frogs. Letting out a long heavy sigh, Robert turned off the lights by clapping twice.
 
Waiting patiently by the window, Jason Hocks crouched, ignoring the burning in his thighs as he watched Robert. He licked his lips in anticipation as he thought about the money that would be falling into his hands after Mr. Steeles paid the ransom for the kid. Well, maybe kid wasn't the right word. He was probably only five or six years younger.


Creeping closer, he grinned wickedly and lifted himself silently into the room.


"Hey kid."


His harsh voice was quiet and rather frightening.
 
Having just fallen asleep, Robert was woken by another man's voice. The eighteen year old shot up into a sitting position, dark eyes wide. "I suppose you want ransom? Kidnapping me ain't gunna work." The boy was certain of that much. A long deep breath escaped from Robert. "So take a hike and leave me out of it. I'm tired okay?" Robert waited for the man to leave.
 
Jason raised an eyebrow, rolling back on his heels. "Good try, kid." He crossed his arms and took a step forward, getting a closer look at Robert. "Did you actually think telling me to take a hike was going to work?" Behind his back, he tipped a bottle of chloroform onto a rag, holding handcuffs under the rag. "So are we going to do this the easy way and you just get in the car? Or are you gonna try to play tough?"
 

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