It is after midnight.

He slowly turns the handle and the backdoor swings open.

"Pathetic!" he smirks.

No matter how much money they have, their home security is so cruddy that the most rank amateur can easily break in and steal their valuables.

Stepping in, he closes the door behind him.

He is wearing his nightvision goggles and he can easily see that he is in the kitchen. Having studied the plans of the house, he knows where to go to find the hidden safe where Sir Reinhold Fitzwilliam Fairfax, the owner, keeps his most secret/valuable treasures.

Minutes later, he is standing in front of the large painting depicting an old sea battle. Moving his hands up the frame, he quickly locates the hidden clasp and swings the painting open as if it is a door. As expected, behind it, inset into the wall, is the door to the safe.

How cliche!

Sliding his hand into his jacket, he pulls out a device about the size of a small calculator attaching to wires ending in suckers.

Placing the suckers onto the side of the safe, he switches on the gadget and watch it as it starts to scroll through a series of numbers. One by one, the numbers freezes until a larger number is shown on the read-out.

The combination to the safe.

Keying the numbers in, he soon has the safe open and he starts to rummage inside for one specific item, an item he has been (or will be) handsomely paid for.

Ah! There it is!

He has found it. A small CD.

Suddenly he hears a footstep just outside the door.

Is there someone outside?, he wonders though he knows that tonight. only Fairfax's wife and son are in the house. Fairfax is away on business and the servants are out celebrating the butler's birthday and will be back first thing tomorrow morning.

He hears the sound again and this time the door starts to open.

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