Hoodlums - James Pettit

Chapter 1
The three grey hoodies jumped over the wall silently and with ease, their leader in front. They ran across the yellow and green clean cut grass to the back window of the small house; running along the patio towards the French doors they stopped out of sight of the other gardens on one side of the doors.
The leader nodded to another, “Go.” He said silently.
Straight away a hoodie was picking the lock with a coat hanger, in seconds there was a resounding click, and the door gave way.
“We’re in!” Said one hoodie with a huge grin on him.
They could breath, they had nothing to worry about for a while; their nerves had gone.
Almost.
Because a growl from inside inset the curtains gave them something else to worry about.
A dog. And not just any dog but a massive Rottweiler baring its teeth, growling and giving a hard stare.
Not taking his eyes off the dog the leader whispered to a smaller hoodie, “You staked out the house! You didn’t tell us there was a dog!”
Also not taking his eyes off the dog, the smaller hoodie whispered, “I did; there was no sign of any stupid dog.”
As if it knew he was being insulted the dog gave a sharp bark. This was bad; if the neighbours heard this they may call the police before they got the chance to do what they were here to do.
The third hoodie put his hands in his pockets and took out a small medicine bottle; he opened the orange translucent bottle with his black gloved hands. He used these gloves, the gloves that he would soon have to burn, in case of evidence, to tip three small pink pills.
Another grin spreading across his face he threw the pills in front of the dog on the carpet flooring. The dog momentarily stopped staring as it sniffed the pills. The dog stopped, as in mid thought, then lapped up the pills.
Now the distraction was over, the dog returned its attention to its intruders, he gave one heavy growl, and ran at them.
Only the hoodie that threw the pills stayed; the other two fled.
“What are you doing? Run!”
But before he could run the dog jumped up, teeth bared… and…. and…
Nothing.
The dog stopped there and just slumped, asleep on the floor.
The two that fled breathed a sigh of relief. But the pill hoodie turned his head towards them and gave a big grin. “Sleeping pills. They work wonders.”

To Be Continued