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The office was bathed in darkness, not even the street lights from just outside the window could penetrate through the thick curtains. A slight scuffling sound from the corner was the only thing that denoted the man’s presence. The figure was slowly moving around the room, his hands outstretched and his feet moving slowly in fear of smashing his shins again.

A muted curse sounded as a low coffee table did exactly what the man was trying to avoid and connected sharply with his shin. The small vase in the centre of the table wobbled and threatened to topple. The noise was like thunder in the otherwise silent room. The figure stopped and held his breath; his ears were straining for any sign that he had been heard.

After a few moments the man felt confident that all was well. No-one was any the wiser about what was going on. That knowledge brought a smile to the man’s face, this had been a long time in the planning and now that the end was near he could hardly bring himself to believe it. He was a just feet from his goal and that was causing his heart to beat wildly against his ribs.

He found the edge of the desk, its outline was just beginning to take shape now that his eyes were beginning to adjust slowly to the intense darkness. The outline of the computer could just be made out towards the end of the desk, close to the curtains.

The man inched his way around, keeping his hands firmly on the beautifully polished oak and feeling forward with his feet for the chair.

It was a large chair, thick aged leather, cracked and giving off a pungent aroma. It wasn't a particularly nice chair but it was worth a small fortune and it was a tradition that the most powerful individual in the country had it in their office.

The figure settled into the seat, its aging leather creaked beneath his weight and the smell, the ingrained stench of countless years filled his nostrils. He choked back his disgust and turned his mind to the task at hand.

The computer monitor flickered into life, filling the room with a burning white light. Shadows danced across the walls and the pock marked face of the man. Dark matted hair was plastered across the man’s forehead; rain water was still trickling through the rough day old stubble covering much of the man’s lower face. A small drop dripped from the end of his hooked nose, landing on the computers keyboard.

He swept the hair back, sending a number of drops splattering onto the wall behind him, but he didn’t notice, the little icon on the screen was blinking away, calling him into the moment.

Enter Password

The gentleman allowed himself another smile. This had indeed been a long time in the making. It had taken a long time to get to this point. He had had his doubts many points throughout his mission. He had tried to change, but he was always drawn back to his old habits, they were a difficult ones to shake.

With the password entered he gazed in wonder at the vast amount of digital zeros on the number. So much money at his fingertips, he was almost salivating at the prospect.

He transferred as much as he could into the four accounts he had. His masters would be pleased with him, maybe they would finally give him the hug he had always longed for. He could only hope.

The door opened suddenly and a soft golden light spilled in from the hallway beyond.

“Oh I’m sorry Mr President. Can I get you anything?”

“No thank you.”

The door closed once again and the President of the United Kingdom went back to his great heist. He chuckled beneath his breathe, lent back in his horribly uncomfortable chair, placed his heads behind his head, closed his eyes and smiled.

It was finally done.