With a soft fall, he conducted a perfect cat-like landing out of the second story. Everything was in place, he had stolen the coveted Gem and was making his escape. So far he had successfully evaded detection, but it wouldn’t be long before the guard noticed the absence of the treasure and alerted the authorities. He had to be quick. This was to be expected of course and that’s why he had to keep up his flawless streak.

He sleuthed across the lawn at an amazing pace, dodging motion sensors and not triggering any alarms. He was going solo, this victory was his to revel in alone. He had received critiques from the others in his trade because of his selfish arrogance. His success would show them.

Sirens echoed in the background. They were on to him. Lithely, he vaulted over the wall to his escape vehicle. Horrified, he saw the state of his escape. Cinderblocks replaced his wheels and the smashed windows gave evidence of a looted interior.

Petty hooligans. What were the chances?