Get ready for the real hero
WHO: Elizaveta and Peter
WHEN: October 2nd, Saturday, Night
WHERE: Outside of Peter's prison room.
WHAT: "If there's anyone who can get you out, it's me."
She stopped the cab two blocks down from her target. Wearing all black, she walked in the shadows as she scanned the front porches for any father-like Swedes. Her flower was tucked under a black newsboys cap, but her hair spilled loosely around her shoulders. On her back was strapped two things--a crowbar and a frying pan. As she neared the target destination, she slipped on a pair of black leather gloves. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it with style. Chuckling silently, she couldn't help but picture herself as Mr. Edelstein's henchman. Of all things, she hadn't expected that breaking someone out of their house would be on her list of duties as a housekeeper.
Jumping over the low fence, Elizaveta quietly snuck to one side of the house, looking for the boarded up window. She had to cross over the backyard before she found the correct room, on the second story of the cute little brick house.
It was almost too easy. She and Moon had climbed into an empty school once. This little house? Nothing, nothing at all.
Stretching, she found a small brick that jutted out just the slightest bit. Reaching her foot out to test it, she let her calmness sink in as she tried to haul herself up and grab onto the clothing line. After two unsuccessful tries, she finally managed to grasp onto the damned line without falling on her face. Reaching her arm out, she jumped and grabbed onto the window ledge with both hands. Panting, she tried not to stress out as she contemplated on how she was going to get up.
Swinging one leg up, she felt the ledge crack dig into her thigh and she grimaced. Half on the ledge, she let her other leg dangle as she painfully pulled herself onto her knee. When she finally had two hands on the upper ledge and both feet on the bottom one, she took the frying pan off of her back. She knocked lightly on the wood with her hand, finding the weakest point. Then, with one deep breath, she brought the frying pan down onto the boarded wood. She smashed it four times in total before a splinter of wood popped out, her having made a dent in the wood. She knew now that it was only minutes before the scary father would come out.
Throwing her frying pan to the ground, she took out the crowbar and wrenched the boards open. Standing quite dangerously on the ledge, she used the crowbars to bash at the locks on the window. Finally cracking it open, she stared at the small blonde boy, breathing heavily.
"Quickly!" She whispered fiercely before she jumped off the ledge, landing on the ground beneath her on all fours, next to her loyal frying pan.