First Heist - Dragon

Date: Monday, October 23rd 2006 Location: Canadian War Museum; Canada, Ontario, Ottawa. 0000 hours I'd been scoping out the place for almost five months now and I knew that now was the time to make my move. I was more then aware that I had taken more then the usual amount of time for making sure things went well, but I was on my own and this was my first big heist. I was not leaving anything to chance and, I admit, I was being overly paranoid. I guess that's just how I dealt with the first timer nerves. My prey was one of the things advertised to promote the exhibit. A silver wine cup that belonged to Louis-Joseph de Montcalm, a French General who was quite famous and has attained several honours including having a school named after him. The history behind the prey didn't interest me much, what did was that it was valuable and that it was something that would be a challenge to try to take. The biggest challenge to this heist was that I did not and could not cause much damage to the building or the surrounding exhibit pieces. Explosives were out. It was a test of my hunting skills. The exhibit was a special event, it was leaving on November 12th 2007, so I had some time, but I could not mess this up. If I messed up now I would not get another chance. I chose a Monday because the building was closed on Mondays. And at this hour the only ones around would be the cameras, for which I had figured out the blind spots, and the guards, who I can slip past easily. Right now I'm not affiliated with anyone, a lone wolf criminal, so I don't have to worry about anyone but the local authorities. After this they'd pay a bit more attention, that is if I pulled it off. I'd left my bike, getaway vehicle, in the parking lot earlier on in the day. Right now it was the only thing there, that boded well for me. That meant no unexpected visitors tonight. I was dressed completely in black tonight, which hid me well in the midnight darkness. Black cargo pants and a black wifebeater tank, I wasn't worried about the tattoo on my right arm, which is the word DRAGON going downwards horizontally from my shoulder to my elbow, my black fingerless biking gloves and the black backpack slung over my sholders. The new moon had been yesterday so the light from the sky was really only the few stars and satellites that managed to make it past the city glow and the slowly increasing clouds. Though this place was a bit out of the way from the city it was by no means rural. As I approached the doors I made sure to keep in line with the blind spots of the cameras. I set to work and after disabling the alarms on the front doors I gripped onto the now empty frame and climbed along the wall inside. Finding the prey was simple after that, avoiding the lasers and the cameras was easy since I knew where they all were. But getting back was going to be a bit more tricky. I had to avoid the guards now. I wasn't careful enough though. I got seen by two of the guards near the front doors. Part of me was glad, that meant a fight. The other part was a bit miffed that I'd failed to be the invisible thief that I had wanted to be. Oh well. No longer caring about the cameras I was on the guards in two bounds. A single right uppercut to the first guards jaw put him to sleep for the night, the other I had to be a little more careful with. He'd foregone the choice of using his radio to call for backup, he knew a bit of hand to hand obviously and as much as I wanted to drag this combat out I knew that would get my butt busted. This exhibit was no longer brand new news but it still had increased protection. He threw his left fist which I caught and using his forward momentum I pivoted on my right foot and threw him over my shoulder into the wall. I gave him no chance to recover as I slammed my knee into his stomach and lower ribs and when he slumped to the ground I smashed my heel into his head. He was unconscious, most likely in need of some medical attention, I gave him a very quick look over and growled. Damnit I'd been too rough and the guy probably has a few broken bones and probably a concussion. I looked around for one of their radios and pressed the emergency button. I was no killer. I hunted for food but these men were not prey. I left the walki-talki on the unconscious guard by the wall and bolted. I had the cup in a bag on my shoulder and after I'd started up my bike I took off out of that place like a bat out of hell. As I rode off into the morning dawn I couldn't help the predatory grin on my face. It had been a completely effective heist. To think that the cops wouldn't even be there for another fifteen minutes at least, I'd be long, long gone by then. Sometimes the lax security at places like this surprise me. Such an exhibit should have been far more protected, if the value they claimed was the truth. The next morning I laughed at the papers, eating breakfast in my personal hideout. Evidently the cameras had seen my birthmark and the tattoo on my right arm, thus making my real name my criminal one. ‘The Dragon Steals Historic Silver Cup!' Skimming the article I looked for word on those two guards. Neither had died but one was in the hospital with a broken rib, a fractured arm and a major concussion. Calling the emergancy signal on that walki-talki had been the right thing to do. After skimming a little further the two had evidently called me 'Dragon' for my blood red eyes, how they saw the colour of my eyes is a mystery to me, and for my fangs. I realized that I must have been barring them at the guards when I'd taken them out. Of course they also stated that they'd seen my tattoo first. First major job on the criminal scene had been a total success. Now it was time to sell my spoils and build myself a better hideout. Dragon