Thief for a Day

Raven Ehtar



The room was very quiet, and lit only with a few lights hidden behind plants in the corners of the room. Had the room been lit properly, it would have revealed the room to be amazingly plush and comfortable. It was technically a private room, but it had enough sofas and chairs to accommodate a small party. The mini bar set in one wall furthered this impression. Paintings set on the walls depicted scenes from a desert setting: flat, sandy plains with a scattering of brush, rolling hills that gradually grew into mountains, and startling sky views were the theme.

Carefully and quietly, a figure made its way to the only picture that had something besides blank nature scenes. In this picture, standing next to a slowly shrinking pool of water, stood a scraggly pack of jackals. It might have passed as just another painting, but this was a crime lord's private room, and anything even slightly out of the ordinary perked this intruder's interest.

The shadow crept to the painting and carefully lifted it from its wall hook. Behind the painting there was nothing but blank wall.

The thief was not disappointed. He was too clever to fall for such a ruse. Running his fingers over the section of wall revealed by the painting, both ears and tail twitched. In the main part of the same building music was blaring, so he could make as much noise as he pleased and not be found out. He restrained himself, though; bad habits developed quickly, after all.

The tail twitched again as a slight pop and sigh sounded in the room. The source became apparent as a section of the wall only slightly smaller than the painting came away. The pop and sigh had resulted from removing the piece because it had fit so tightly as to create a seal.

Behind the wall was a standard safe, although a high quality one. With one furry ear pressed against the safe door, he began turning the wheel to open it.

One click.

Some more turning, a second click.

The third click came, and now it was time for a test. This safe was also equipped with a key lock. A few days ago the thief had lifted the key for it, and then promptly returned it… after a quick mold was cast. Now it was time to see if the forged key was as good as the original.

It slid in smoothly, and with a final little click, the safe was open.

Inside there were several little boxes, a medium sized briefcase, and a laptop computer. The boxes all held precious stones, cut and polished, the briefcase held quite a lot of coins, and the laptop most likely held legal documents. The thief swiped them all.

In place of the loot he took he placed his calling card: a stylized raccoon face. Sly Cooper.