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By Raymond Bouchoc
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I pulled out my pen light and flashed it towards the shadow. A second later, lights flashed back at me. It was Zeke, alright. I turned to my left, and repeated the signal. Tim flashed back. He was in place, too.
We had hiked about a mile through the woods to get to our location. The house stood isolated. It was dark, and, as far as I could tell, nothing stirred inside. Who knew, however, if the woods around the house were rigged with motion sensors, letting our enemy know we were here. So, I waited.
I waited a good thirty minutes. Zeke flashed me twice during that time. I did not respond. I wasn’t taking any chances. Now, though, the time had come. I signaled Zeke and Tim, and we snuck our way to the house.
Tim’s job was to enter from the back door. Zeke was to go in the front. I was to watch the perimeter. I couldn’t see Tim, but Zeke quickly made it through the front door. I snuck along the side of the house and peeked around the back. I couldn’t see Tim. He must have made it in, too.
I inched along the length of the back of the house. I peeked around the corner. All was clear, but I noticed a basement access. “That wasn’t on the plans,” I thought.
A twig snapped behind me. I spun around, my heart pounding. My flashlight flew out of my hand and clunked against the house. Tim and Zeke froze in place at my sudden movement. I took a deep breath. “Don’t sneak up on me, or anyone, for that matter!”
“Sorry,” Tim whispered. He paused, casting a furtive glance at Zeke. Then he said, “Something is wrong.”
“Yeah,” breathed Zeke. “The house is completely empty. I mean, completely. It had no furniture or anything. Nothing. Not even dust.”
“This has got to be the place,” I answered, looking around. “There’s a basement door over there. Let’s try that.”
I signaled Tim and Zeke. We inched our way to the basement door. The lock looked new. Zeke had a knack for picking locks, so I let him at it. A few minutes later, it was unlocked, and Tim gingerly pulled the door up.
We put on our special goggles, and I pulled out a small, round device from my belt. Carefully, I stepped down the stairs. On the third step, it creaked horribly. I froze.
“Hey!” A big man in the basement spun to face me, calling out and pointing at me.
We had practiced this and jumped into action. I threw the device towards the man and leaped down the rest of the stairs. Tim was right behind me and ran past. The device flashed a blinding flash. Our goggles protected us, but the man reached up to cover his searing eyes.
Tim had a special rope about ten feet long. It was weighted on both sides, and he knew how to use it. He flung one end around the front of the man, while throwing the other end behind him. The rope wrapped several times around his legs.
Zeke, the biggest of us, tackled the guy from behind. Tim secured the rope around his legs, and I zipped his wrists together. Zeke took a gag, and gagged the man’s face. We stood up with smiles on our faces.
Zeke said, “Just like roping cattle!” He and Tim fist-bumped each other.
I glanced around. Small cells lined the walls. I reached down and took a bundle of keys off of the big man.
I unlocked cell after cell. Grateful people streamed out of them, up the stairs, and out of the basement. When everyone was freed, Tim, Zeke, and I exited as well.
I heard an “amen,” and opened my eyes. I stood up and the three of us hugged. We all felt that a victory had been won during our prayer time this evening. Spiritually, we had bound the strong man and plundered his house.
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