Manhattan, New York
The sounds of the latest hip hop tunes boomed through the speakers as the circle clock on the wall struck two. Shoppers shuffled through the building, hands filled with bags and food from the food court. To the left, a child dropped his sippy cup as the mother bent down to retrieve it. Behind her stood a red head flipping through a catalog, her nails tapping the glass counter. She was aware of this. She was aware of all of it, even though her eyes were focused on the cream faced clerk in front of her. It was her awareness that led them to always pull off successful missions, and it would be the clerk's lack of awareness that would allow them to do the same to him.
Smiling in way that most would compare to a siren, she leaned more across the counter, pretending to give the clerk her full attention. Had the clerk not been too interested in her assets, he would have noticed her mouth moving, counting. At that exact time, he would have noticed the homeless man enter and the red head exchange looks with her before causing their scene.
Raised voices elevated behind her as the clerk finally was aware that they weren't the only two people in the store. Mumbling an apology, he made his way towards the redhead and the homeless guy to contain the situation. But it was way too late for that.
The clerk who was several feet away assuming he was doing his job, never noticed the girl removing the glass cutter from her purse. He didn't hear it cut across the glass counter, or when she reached in and remove the diamonds and ruby jewelry from their collection. No, he like the rest of the shoppers in the store that day, were too enthralled with the scene that they never noticed her walk past them giving the arguing couple a slight glance. They didn't notice the couple who suddenly ended their argument heading their separate ways, only to meet up with her at the exit.
No, it was only when the clerk turned to look for her that he would noticed the missing jewelry. It is then that he would call the police and they would search the building, just missing the three thieves entering the limo pulling off.
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