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Chapter Two- Thief's Treasure


Feeble locks were no match for her as she dropped down into the open museum gallery. She darted to the left, immediately going to the walls to keep out of sight. She took careful, yet silent steps as she guided herself across the hallways.
Dressed in black, she blended in quite well to the dark surrounding. She carried a small, anti-tear bag in her hands. Along her belt were a knife and a device that held a laser within it. She came prepared and she knew how to do her job. She was wanted in many states, famous for over 299 robberies, tonight making it 300. Who was she? Hardly anyone knew her true identity.
Coming upon the glass case, she paused to overlook her surroundings. She could see a few security cameras, already taken care of. No motion detectors, nor trip alarm wires visible. It was almost too easy.
Slowly, she approached the case, drawing her laser pointer out and using it to cut a large hole in the glass. She eyes her prized target; a fiver century old necklace, dressed with smoothly cut gems of red rubies, and gold. The value had to be expensive, thus why she came for it; and why her boss wanted it.
She placed her hand through the glass and grasped the necklace, gloved hands covering her fingerprints. She pulled her hand out and viewed her prize.
That’s when the alarm sounded.

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Red lights flared up in the security room and the guards immediately jumped from their slumber. They reached for their radios, calling out with excitement in their voices, “Code 2, trip wire’s been activated in the exhibit!”
The response came immediately, “Roger. We have men going in after her. Hold your positions until we call you in.” the voice was commanding. The guards replied with quick “Yes sir.” This thief had to be serious if the cops were in on the whole thing. They had tapped up every exhibit in hopes she would come calling. Outside, they had to have the place surrounded. She, as the radio had given away, had no way of getting out of this mess.
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She cursed absentmindedly as she turned to run towards the exit. The wire had come unexpected and had been totally hidden from her view. The police force was getting better, that much she would admit towards them. Bars came down over the window, blocking a few of her escape routes. She placed the neckalace in her bag, tieing it to her belt so she couldn’t lose it; mistakes of her past.
“Freeze, by order of-“ an officer called out, pointing his gun at her as she continued towards the exit. She swerved side to side, dodging bullets aimed to stop her.
“Save it!” she retorted. She knew why she was under arrest, as she heard it many times before; but, they would have to catch her first.
The doors were open at the exit, the police force blocking her path. She skitted to a halt, glaring at the cops that threatened her at gunpoint. Two of them, obviously captains, stepped towards her with handcuffs ready.
“You’re under arrest…” one of the cops said, reciting her rights for her, smiling proudly at the ‘capture’ of her.
But, she wasn’t caught yet, “Nice try guys. Maybe next time,” she smirked, pulling out a small package from her bag. She threw it down at the feet of the police force, sending the air up in smoke. A few of the men had cough spasms and she took the distraction as a chance to get away. As the smoke cleared, she was gone and the neckalace went with her.
The cops searched the museum from head to toe, returning to the front where cars were parked and the entrance roped off for investigation.
“She’s gone, sir. No trail left behind.” A cope came up to one of the captains, a deep look of apology on his face.
The captain nodded,”Alright. You’re all dismissed.” They saluted and took their leave, heading home after the nights’ work.
“What now, Josh?” One of the captain questioned. He carried a laptop over his shoulder, his blonde hair spiked up as he looked up at his friend with ice-blue eyes.
“I don’t know Dean. What can we do but watch out for some new artifacts to be delivered and stake them out. We can’t read her mind so we have to try and outsmart her.” Dean cross his arms, giving a glare of disgust at his work. He had failed everyone, just as he had in the past. He glanced over at Josh, his orphan-brother, “What else can be we do, track her?” he asked, curious of what Dean, the techie, could do.