Down in the sewers, Mr Crocks stayed below in the darkness, he had wanted to curl up but found he could not, with the spear forcing him to wait with his body perfectly straight.

  Unbeknownst to Bob and Marlo, the shaft of the spear began to emit a warm glow before it dissipated. Mr Crocks was confused, he was not aware that the spear inside him was glowing, with him barely realising his mouth acted as a torch momentarily. What he was confused about, was the fact that the wellington boot in his side that was plugging up the hole, was forcibly ejected as the flesh healed over.

  Bob led Marlo to a corner surrounded by wooden crates, and a few cardboard boxes that formed the perfect hideout within the barn. Joining him, Bob sat down and closed his eyes again, utilising the undead rat to act as a scout.

  With the midday sun beaming down, the large garden that encompassed the barn was easily visible, and lacked any formidable hiding spots. Having to take full control of Mr Squeeks as to navigate the shadows efficiently, even Bob found the task challenging. Following a line of hedges along, Bob saw several workers going about their daily tasks, and thankfully he only saw minimal security.

  The large residence was situated on the outskirts of the city, enabling a peaceful and pollution free environment to live in. Its lush gardens had a focus on nature, with numerous topiary and finely trimmed hedgerows, that required the utilisation of skilful hands. A large swimming pool was situated at the side of the residence, with what Bob believed to be the piggy banks wife, or mistress sunbathing.

  After circling the entire residence, and being momentarily chased by a guard dog until its chain yanked it back, Bob now had an understanding of the difficulties. Moving to the next stage of the operation, Bob controlled Mr Squeeks and set to infiltrate the building and find the target.

  With the south facing side of the building being coated with vines, that gave the residence a rich and noble style, it also provided the perfect avenue of entry for the undead scout. At the top of the vines, Bob could see all of the windows were closed, except for one that led to the upstairs hallway, with a maid currently occupying it. Stood there oblivious to the watchful eyes beside her, the maid continued to clean the window frame, before leaving the window open to air the second floor.

  Bob smiled internally at his good luck, for if it was not for the serendipity of the maid opening the window, he was going to start stripping roof tiles and take the hard way in. Making his choice, he dashed through the window, and immediately bolted through an open door and into a dimly lit study.

  Having to go about carefully, but needing haste in case of the target slipping away, left Bob on a mental tightrope, as he dashed from room to room while avoiding the people walking past. Breathing a sigh of relief, Bob finally found the target in the downstairs library, giving his full attention to a book titled 'District Centred Marriage Laws'.

  By the time the sun had set, all of the staff had left except for a two man security team, two maids and a chef. Julius Dinghurst was still seated within his library, the stress he was under forcing him to read his book without rest, before it was too late.

  The man in question was wearing a dark blue suit, with his white shirt open a few buttons at the top, and the bottom failing to sit comfortably within his pants. The dark bags under his eyes matched perfectly with the twelve o'clock shadow, that required attention if he was too keep up appearances. Even the man's blonde curly hair seemed knotty and lacklustre.

  The reason for his unsightly appearance was the phone call he received the day prior. His mistress had called and informed him, that a private investigator hired by his wife had contacted her, and had ample evidence of their extramarital affair. The woman was twenty years his junior and wanted nothing more than to have the man all to himself, but not at the case of him losing his money in a messy divorce. Her financially driven reasons for the affair was evident, but Julius often thought with the wrong brain, and that had lead him to the current predicament.

  The private investigator was estimated to be contacting Julius's wife at some point today, once had had fully summaries his findings. This gave Julius minimal time to prepare a legal counter-attack to the storm he was expecting. Unfortunately for him, the family lawyer he would usually use, was actually his wife's brother, and contacting another lawyer would definitely leak out his predicament.

  Just twenty minutes prior as the will to live was leaving his body, Julius had heard his wife's phone ring, with each contact having their own ringtone, it was apparent it was one that he did not recognise. His heart was in his throat, and the noise of his pulse was reverberating around his skull. The waiting was the worst part, the unknown was excruciating, so much so that he considered approaching her first, but cowardice forbade him from doing so.

  From the corridor, the noise of a woman's footfalls could be heard coming closer, each footstep sounded like a judges gavel giving away his hard earned money.

  Quickly closing the book, he placed it in the top drawer of the desk he sat at, and waited for his wife. Even so he was attempting to show a calm demeanour, his bloodshot eyes and fidgeting fingers could show he was anything but.

  The ajar door was fully flung open with a bang, and in walked his wife holding a brown envelope containing divorce papers. She had long prepared for such a day, believing all along her husband was having an affair, but not having any solid evidence until now.

  The woman was noticeably younger than him, only being 36 years of age, a marked difference than her spouse. With a slim figure and pale skin, her large proportions where it counted, made the clothes she wore hug her tightly. Wearing a black pencil skirt with black nylon stockings, her high heels added several inches to her height, taking her to the dizzying realm of 5ft7. The white blouse she wore was open at the top, mirroring her husbands, but giving a completely different effect in her hands. Her short black hair framed her small face perfectly, and her dark grey eyes could not hide the hatred she was feeling at that time.

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  She strode forwards without saying anything, her eyes firmly staring into his soul. With a firm toss, she threw the divorce papers onto his desk, the brown envelope slid across and collided with her husbands body. Speaking in a voice that was set to explode, her words petrified the usually arrogant man.

  "You filthy bastard, how dare you cheat on me with a younger woman! You absolutely disgust me, I hope your new wife enjoys her monthly thirty seconds of pleasure.....You'll be hearing from my brother Mike, I'll be leaving you with nothing.....Pig"

  Julius could not find the strength to reply to her, his vocal chords felt like they were frozen, with the situation finally hitting home. He watched as the only woman who truly loved him, was driven to the edge by himself, and he hated it. The most he could muster was to pitifully mumble her name, before tears took over.

  "Caroline....Caroline...I'm sorry"

  Caroline did not want to hear such pathetic words from her soon to be ex-husband, and so she span on her heels and slammed the door behind her. Grabbing her jacket and taking hold of the small wheeled suitcase, she exited through the front door, and took the only security guards with her.

  The two maids on duty also left with her, leaving only the chef who did not know of the situation, Julius who was in turmoil, and the undead voyeur.

  Five minutes prior to their altercation, Bob had left his control of Mr Squeeks back to the undead rodent. He had heard the conversation that Caroline was having on the phone, and he could guess the cause and effect of the approaching heart attack. Bob's deductive reasoning and logical leaps had made himself feel quite proud, to the point he considered bragging to Marlo, then swiftly he shot it down as it was akin to begging for ridicule.

  Marlo was sat with his back to the wall, his eyes closed in thought, or sleep, Bob was unsure of which. Positioning his hand in front of his face, Bob levelled a flick at Marlo's forehead. Thankfully he made sure to limit the power, even if it was just a simple flick of his fingers. The sudden impact jerked Marlo's head back, banging against the wall and shocking his eyes open.

  At that point, it was extremely clear to Bob that Marlo was asleep, as he looked at the confused expression on his face, that only a person who was forcibly woken would have.

  "Lets go Marlo, it's about time"

  "Huh, what, yeah....What we doing again?....Ah I remember, lets go ugly"

  Bob grasped Marlo's hand and placed it on his cloak, enabling the blind man to latch on and be guided by him. Opening the large barn door, the lack of noise made him feel like the gods were favouring him. On the way, Bob told Marlo everything he had seen.

  As the pair crept through the garden, they managed to arrive at the window to the library and hear the altercation inside. Although it was only fleeting, they could hear the emotion in the fleeing woman's voice.

  Appearing from the bottom of the window, only Bob and Marlo's eyes were visible so they could see inside. Glancing to his side, Bob forcibly pressed Marlo back down, his need to be able to see obviously being unnecessary.

  The noise of the door being slammed made the pair jump, but then hearing that the maids and security were also leaving, filled them both with joy. Now all they had to do was wait for the piggy bank to die, the macabre voyeurs watched in anticipation.

  Inside the library, Julius was at his wits end, the weight of the situation was crushing down on him. Even so he was now free to pursue his mistress, he knew within his heart that she was only interested in his money, and the wife he drove out actually loved him.

  The tears flowed and his hand reached for the draw he placed his book in. Moving past it, he took hold of something else and placed it on the desk, the sight making Bob panic stricken. A golden revolver that appeared as it had never been fired, was sat proudly on the desk, waiting for its wielder to destroy himself.

  Taking hold of the weapon, he pulled the hammer back, the barrel rotated slightly and made a crisp click. Placing the muzzle to his temple, his red and puffy eyes would not relent with their production of tears, his desk becoming stained with the salt water. A moment of hesitation turned into a lifetimes worth, he slammed the revolver to the table and screamed.

  "ARGHHHHHH DAMN IT!"

  Slamming his fists on the table, his grief was turning into rage, and the vein in his neck was bulging. A moment later and a surprised expression appeared on his face, his hands clutched at his chest, and then he fell forwards. With a single thud, his corpse hit the desk and lay there motionless.

  Almost as if he had not died, Julius sat back up bolt upright. With a blank expression, he stood up and began to move robotically, his limbs moving stiffly, but not to the point of being alarming.

  Outside the window, Bob placed his hands on Marlo's shoulders and spoke.

  "It's done! I've got the piggy bank...Now lets go back to the sewers and let him travel up top like we said"

  Marlo wanted to do a little happy dance at that moment, but being seated and pinned down by Bob's thick arms made it impossible, instead he just smiled gleefully.

  "About time...Look at you taking charge. Ha Ha"

  The pair quickly made their way back inside the barn, shutting the door behind them and then hopped back down into the sewers, closing the metal door to finish. Bob located the broken padlock on the ground, and tossed it into Mr Crocks mouth, trying to remove evidence as much as possible. He looked at the multitude of footprints, and lamented that was the best that he could do.

  Marlo sat back on the undead crocodile, and the group slowly set off walking in the direction of the bank.

  Back inside Julius's residence, he dutifully went about locating his wallet and documentation he would need, and then made a swift exit, with Mr Squeeks hiding in his pocket. Just as he was leaving, the last remaining person in the house came out, the chef was holding Julius's evening meal, with a cornered look on his face.

  The man had heard the altercation earlier, but pretending to not be in the know, with his loyalty being firm to his master. Pausing on the spot, the now undead Julius turned his head like it was powered by a series of cogs. Talking in a monotonous voice that lacked emotion, he bade farewell to his chef.

  "You heard before, right? I am going out to clear my head"

  The chef noticed the oddity in his master, but thought it was down to shock at being divorced. As to where he was going by himself with no security, he assumed his mistress, or what she will be known as, the soon to be new wife.

  The chef raised his hand to say something, but his words choked in his throat. He looked down at the meal in his hand, before he took a chip and enjoyed his work.

  Undead Julius was now working fully autonomously, but with some limitations. Bob had found out there was a maximum range he had to abide by, and so poor Julius was forced to walk following the route of the sewage pipes. As to why he did not just join them in the sewers and travel unseen, that was because of the dirt and stench that would cling to him. That would either alert the bank to a problem, or eventually direct the police towards the sewers. Both of those were obviously unacceptable.

  Walking along the lines that were invisible to everyone else, Julius would randomly make absurd turns on the spot in the middle of nowhere. He walked down roads, through fields, cut across properties, and even through play parks. The only thing that proved to be a stumbling block, was the large police building where police officers constantly filtered in and out of.

  Thankfully the police were non the wiser, and did not even react when Julius quickly bolted and ran around the edge of the building, trying to get back on track before the necromancy power dwindled. Bob was not even sure if his powers worked like that, but he imagined it like a battery, as oppose to mains powered, that would immediately stop once unplugged.