Luna stole the keys to a second floor room because it had a view of Asa’s. Late one night she snuck inside with her camera and equipment. She grinned and set up her tripod, she attached her longest lens. She mounted the camera and snickered, then aimed it towards his place.
Asa had just got home, he turned on a couple of lights. He walked over and glanced out the window. Luna froze, afraid to be seen, soon he turned back around. She caught her breath then settled down and focused the lens on her camera.
Asa had moved to his desk, where he wrote on a piece of paper. He ripped it free then went back over and taped it to the window. It took a moment to refocus the lens but she finally pulled it in. She read it out loud and started to swear, then read it once again. “Luna bitch, I see you there. You’re dead. I’m coming to get you.”
She looked over the camera to find him but Asa was already gone. She swore a bit more and scrambled to put her things away. When she left the room the hall was empty, it seemed the coast was clear but Jordon had orders to stop her and got there just in time. Luna hit him with the tripod, she nailed him pretty hard. She flew downstairs and ran for the door, unfortunately a little too late.
Asa was standing there waiting on the other side of the door, mostly made of glass. He motioned for her to come outside but Luna shook her head no. Jordon walked up behind her, she never seen him so mad. She slipped outside and tried to run but Asa caught her instead.
He took her camera and threw it down, he shot it several times. He picked it up and gave it back and told Jordon to take her home. Luna said she knew the way and tried to run again. Asa stopped her one last time and didn’t let her go. He took her back to his place, where he had a camera of his own.