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EXT. - SONNICKER HOUSE - NIGHT
Footsteps echoed softly on the asphalt, muffled as they crossed over on the dew-wet grass. The neighborhood stood quiet, sleepy in the middle of the night. Someone's cat squealed its protest, skirting the edge of the house with a hiss, but the footsteps didn't pause or slow.
A soft breeze ruffled the giant maple in the front yard, shivering its leaves toward the peaked roof of the two-story. They waved as though in greeting to the black clad visitor who kept to the shadows, circling the thick, manicured shrubs to the backyard.
The faintest sound, muffled and thick through the walls of the house, drifted down from the second floor. The upper left window faced the small, neat backyard. The footsteps finally paused, silent, a hooded head turned up
