Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-33161724-20161101155323

Sneaking to the window, the Disguiser made sure his gloves were not going to fall off. He slid through the open window and sneaked quietly. A master of improvisation, the Disguiser was quick to hide in the shadows. From there, he waited.

He watched the target's every move, a Sheriff observing his cases. The Disguiser memorized his behavior just like that, learning to imitate others from a young age. He knew what he needed the Godfather to get for him, and he knew what he had to do to pull it off.

The next night, an Investigator was scourging the house. He saw the simplest scraps of evidence: the reports, the files, the Sheriff in his chair. Satisfied that he found the town's possible sheriff, the Investigator made a quick exit. Once the Investigator left, the Disguiser chuckled. It worked like a charm. The Investigator fell for it! He shrugged it off! The Disguiser smiled as he put down the fake "reports" and released a sigh of relief. The Godfather would be pleased with his work.

After all, there's power in unseen numbers.