Midnight
A hostage situation
Three black trucks pull up around the corner
Black military cyborgs pour out and surround
Orchestrate an entrance
One points to a light upstairs
Two climb through
A rear window
While two get in to the bathroom
Four scale up to the roof
Ready to take the upper
And four
Kick in the front door
Silence
Red lasers criss cross throughout the darkness
At last everyone in place
A strange sound emanating from behind the door
Amplified through their headsets
One slowly turns the handle
Synchronised to the abseiling roofers
All storm in with the crash of boots on glass
A bed
A naked old fellow
Saying hello to himself
'Freeze!'
But his eyes shut tight in the oblivious bliss of his own moment
The handshake intensifies
'I said freeze! Are you deaf!?'
No reply
Just an increased agitation
'You sure this is the right address?'
'Actually - Hang on, I'll check...'
And then a yelp of personal pleasure
Followed by a gasp of relief
'Oh you got the right address, boys - sure you did!'