I crouch in the shadows, waiting for the museum to close. I had been in the museum not two hours ago screening the area for this mission. The hat had a weight trigger alarm system. The alarm wouldn't go off if the hat got any heavier, just lighter. You would think the tech geniuses would have figured that out by now, but as long as they don't I have easy pickings.
The manager finally locks up the museum and walks off to his car. His car starts, then rumbles off into the distance. I force myself to wait for the next hour to make sure it is dark enough and that no one will interrupt my mission. I creep out of the darkness and walk up to the back door the manager walked out of and keyed in the code. The code was easy enough to get. Anybody with a pair of binoculars and half an IQ point could do it.
I walk into the museum and take a left to the employee staircase. I race down the staircase going faster than the human eye (or in this case a camera) can track. I make my way to the Hat Room and walk with the camera, keeping in its blind spot. I spot the hat I want. Pulling my hoodie farther over my head I take my hat, that weighs the same as the one on the wall, and put it on my head. I take a ribbon out of my pocket and loop it around the peg the holds the hat I want. I pull down and take the hat off the peg. Still pulling the ribbon down I take off my own hat and put it on the peg. My hat has a violet ribbon wrapped around the middle. They will know I've been here. I wish I could be here to see the look on their faces when they figure out their precious hat has been stolen. I am so caught up in my victory that I don't notice the gentle thud beside me. A hand reaches out for a hat and I catch it.
“Don't!” I whisper harshly, I nod toward the peg “It's weight sensitive. You pull the hat off that peg and the entire place lights up with alarms. Understand?”
The unknown person smiles even wider “I know.” And he picks up the hat.
“Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep” the sound of the alarm went off as I ran faster and faster toward the exit with the hat pressed against my chest. I open the door, expecting freedom, but instead I find two armed police officers, just my luck.
“Hi there fellas, nice to see you again, but you know, I've got a lot of things to do and a lot of people to see so we might just have to catch up later.” The police officer hesitated for a moment unsure of what he should do from there and I grab the opportunity to run. I pour on the speed, going faster than most human beings can manage, but I'm not completely human. So I kept on going just until I reach the street where I was met by at least fifty officers.
“Violet Greenwoods,” a man declared through his megaphone. I shudder at my real name. I hate it. I prefer to be called Shadow because that’s what I am, a shadow. “You are surrounded. There is no escape.” Just then two guys wearing WPD bullet proof vests come behind me very slowly and tell me to get on my knees. I do, because, frankly, I was outnumbered and had no chance of survival even if I took out 25 of them. Of course, I wouldn't make it to 10 because they have GUNS!
A short police car ride later I found myself in a quaint, homey like holding cell. Hehe, see the joke I just made there? Holding cells are just about as quaint as a dead rat that’s been rotting in the July heat of Texas for 6 days. My holding cell had 4 other girls in it, one toilet, and 6 metal bunks. Yes, the life of a teenage mutant, criminal.
“Hey, can I get some food around here” I yell to the nearest possible policeman.
“NO! You'll be leaving soon anyway Mr. Brody will be coming by to pick you up. Now SHUT UP!” the policeman turns various shades of red and purple while saying this because he ran out of breath in that first “NO!” but continued to speak speedily without taking any breaths.
“Okay,” I say in a soothing voice “take deep breaths. You've turned purple.”
This somehow irritates him even more. He starts hitting the bars with his fists. “I SAID SHUT UUUUUPPPPPP!”
