The rescue attempt

In the garden, Caldera crouched down amidst the bushes and waited. After anesthetizing the dogs she had left the dart rifle behind, planning on moving forward as lightly as possible. It had already grown dark: the old lady seemed to take her time to go to bed.
Through her binoculars, she peered at the old house again. The light was still shining from a single window on the second floor. She would have to wait just a little longer.

She was nervous. Would she be able to find her fellow agent there and if yes: how? In what state? The best she could hope for was that he was kept captive in one way or another. The other scenario made her stomach turn. Taking a deep breath she tried to brush that idea away. She had to behave as a professional! There: the lights were off!

Picking the lock of the basement hatch had been child's play. Once in, she kept quiet for a few seconds, waiting in the dark. After her entrance, she waited for the faintest whimper, a small sign of life, but nothing stirred. Dammit, if he was being held captive, the basement would have been her best guess! Now, she would have to go through the house floor by floor.

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