Isaac couldn't sleep.
He had lain in bed for hours evaluating the day; a process that he always did in the hours of the late evening and night after a Sunday service. Despite him having to get up early as always to take care of the farm, he was never annoyed about the speculations that kept him sleepless.
He felt that it was vital to review the sermons of the day that reflected important factors of the community's lives. Through analysis he got a unique insight in the good and bad elements of the settlement which he could use at the monthly meeting of the leaders when they considered changes and interpretations of Die Ordnung, keeping them one step ahead of developments in the outside world.
Isaac was hungry, so he arose carefully so as not to wake his sleeping wife.
He fumbled in the dark to the bedroom door which he opened quietly.
He stepped into the hallway putting his hand on the wall to steady himself and to allow him to traverse the corridor more easily in the dark.
He reached the moonlit kitchen through the open door, which surprised him as he was sure that he had closed it on his way to bed.
He investigated the room.
The kitchen seemed gloomy in the moonlight, but it was not what caught his attention. It was the back door that he was sure they hadn't left open when they had gone to bed.
He went curiously over to the door and crouching down examined it. He saw nothing out of the ordinary so he closed it carefully.
When the door reached its frame it stuck preventing Isaac from closing it. He opened the door wide and turned his attention to the white frame. He noticed the catch which, to his consternation, now sat in an unnatural position. He felt it noticing that it had been forced and now dangled beside the frame.
He stood confused turning his head as he sensed a movement in the room. He saw a hooded dark figure move towards him at speed.
The next he noticed was a sticking pain in his stomach. He gave the stranger a surprised and mystified look then sank groaning towards the floor gasping for breath.
Shortly after his eyes clouded over.
The masked person wished to remain unseen at all costs; the sight of another person meant that he had to revert to plan B. He had pulled his knife and snuck up on the investigator which showed to be a man with a long beard.
As the man had risen the figure had plunged his knife deep into the man.
The man's expression had altered from surprise to astonishment, which was a normal reaction the mystery man thought; he knew this from other liquidations that he had performed.
The bearded man sank to the floor and the masked person let him fall lifeless catching him before he hit the floor.
He gently laid the body down brushing his hand over the man's face to close the lifeless eyes and cleaning his knife on the man's white nightshirt.
He then rose and took out a small, see-through bag out of his pocket. In the bag were a few small hairs. He opened the bag and sprinkled some of its contents onto the dead man on the floor.
He stepped annoyed around the pool of fresh blood that ran from the body as he mumbled curses under his breath at the extra time he had had to take.
Necessary liquidations didn't bother him, although time had mellowed him.
His tough childhood was filled with cynicism and lacked warmth sat deep in his psycho and with the missions goal as his objective he had no moral scruples about his nocturnal venture.
He moved silently back to the hallway stopping and listening. Even though he could hear nothing, which suggested that the rest of the household were still asleep he had to follow procedure.
He snuck to the first door which he carefully opened. The night-vision goggles gave him a clear view of the room that was empty apart from a bed. He stepped into the room and unhurriedly went over to the bed where a young girl was sleeping. He studied her for a moment, guessing her to be about eighteen.
"Sorry, but it is for the greater good!", he whispered, clamping his hand hard across her mouth as he thrust his knife deep into her chest. He noted that she had opened her eyes briefly in fright, but she hadn't registered what had happened before her body sank lifeless too.
The hooded person released the girl and dried his knife on her night attire in the same way he had done with the first liquidation.
He took the plastic bag out and tipped more of its contents out onto the body. He regarded her momentarily before closing her eyes.
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