It was a dark and stormy night. The rain pounded against the windows with a relentless intensity. Suddenly, the door to the study burst open. In the doorway stood an imposing figure, his face obscured by shadows. He was carrying a pistol in his right hand. "Get up" he growled, "And make no sudden moves." The man in the study stirred from his armchair. He slowly stood, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. He stared at his unexpected intruder. The room was thick with tension. You could feel it in the air. The thief looked around, his eyes darting from corner to corner. He seemed to be searching for something. "What do you want?" the man asked, his voice low and steady. The intruder ignored his question. He tore open the desk drawer, sending papers flying. He rummaged through the contents, desperately searching. After a few seconds, he spun around, his eyes blazing with a manic intensity. Pointing his gun at the man, he screamed, "Where is it? Give it to me!" "How do you know I have it?" the man replied, trying to keep his voice calm. The intruder paused for a moment. His eyes flicked back and forth, weighing his options. He lowered his gun slightly, a look of confusion on his face. "What are you talking about?" he said softly. Before he could utter another word, the man flew forward. The room erupted into chaos as a vicious struggle ensued. The rain continued to lash against the windows, adding to the cacophony of violence. As the intruder fell to the ground, the man loomed over him. He raised his hands high, and with a chilling shriek, struck his rival down. Silence. The dead man sagged to the floor. The dome light flickered. The man bent down, breathing heavily. He looked down at his lifeless opponent. "My God what have I done?" an accusatory whisper. The storm outside was dying away. It was over. He wiped his hands on his pants, took a hesitant step towards the door. Suddenly the door slammed shut at the precise moment he was searching his pockets for the gun.