The parking spots on the street were a tad scarce, more than likely due to a current party, but Allison managed to find one and parallel parked the vehicle like a professional. Her and her brother were in a white Hyundai, nothing special about it and nothing to draw the attention to. Before they left home, Allison had switched out the tags; the one currently attached to the vehicle stolen from another white Hyundai. The young woman switched off the headlights before turning off the car.
Prior to that evening, the siblings had done various stakeouts of the home that was currently across the street. The area was nice, middle-class neighborhood. The homeowner they were targeting appeared to be an attorney, given the suits she wore every morning when she left home and the briefcase she carried to her car. That, or at the very least, she was upper management somewhere. She also appeared to be single; no partner, kids or any other family living with her.
"Come on, it's go time," she motioned for Gabe to follow her out of the car after taking the empty pizza box from his hands. She had her old Domino's shirt underneath a black jacket and the labeled hat to complete the uniform. Her short, black hair was tied back into what could pass as a ponytail. But the plan was simple: ring the doorbell and fool the woman for long enough to force themselves into her home.
Th siblings made their way across the street without saying a word to each other. And they didn't need to as the plan had already been discussed. Allison looked around for a moment, making sure no one had eyes on them. When they reached the steps of the front porch, she spoke again.
"Remember, just stick tot he plan and we'll be fine."
She liked reassuring her little brother. Life was anything but easy for the both of them, but she was all he had, and for some reason, she felt she owed him.
Allison then rung the doorbell and waited. A few moments later she heard footsteps. "Coming."
The same woman they had watched for some time finally opened the door.
"Hi there. Sorry for the delay, we're short on drivers. But at least we have another in training," she motioned towards her brother, smiling.
"Sorry dear, I believe you have the wrong house." Up close, the woman looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s. She had medium length brown hair and blue eyes. Not too pretty, but not ugly either. She wasn't overweight and was just about an inch or two shorter than Allison. She was as average as they came.
Allison's eyes widened. "Oh. Well, I guess I'm the one who needs training. Sorry about that..." With a gloved hand, Allison reached behind her back for the Glock 26 tucked within her waistband and aimed it at the woman's face, the tip of the barrel a few inches from her.
"If you scream, you die. Is there anyone in the house?" Her smile was gone by then, and the woman knew they weren't playing around. She shook her head, her lip trembling before tears followed. "Back the fuck up, now." Allison pushed her way in, the gun still pointed at the woman. Once her and Gabe were inside and the door was closed and locked, Allison dropped the pizza box from their earlier binge. She forced the woman against the wall, her free hand grabbing the switchblade from her pocket and placing it against her neck. "Here, take this," Allison called to Gabe, slapping the handgun against his chest when he stepped next to her. Allison then covered the woman's mouth, and without so much as a warning, plunged the blade into her side as deep as it would go. The woman's scream was stifled, but she didn't put up a fight. She was an easy target. Her legs were giving out and Allison pulled out the blade and stepped back, letting the woman collapse to the floor. She then turned to Gabe.
"Easier than expected. Let's see what goodies she has."