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The glass broke with ease, I took a step in before noticing guards. I sighed, as I knocked one of then out. I swear to nocturnal that this man knew I was coming. On the guards body lay a knife and two flintlock pistols. Technology was better here, surprisingly. I crawled to the end of the hall, my eyes darted to the vault, hardened steel, double locks, two keys, impassable to lock pick. I sighed, seeing that the only two keys to open this vault  were in the hands of the captain and the owner. I looked to my left, the captain. Yet, no. He was sourounded by guards. The only way to get the key was to go loud, if you know what I mean.

I walked out, and spoke. "Hey!" They looked, swords drawn. The guards made a move for me, before I put them down. The captain ran at me, his sword aiming for my head. I slid under him, stabbing him in the back, grabbing the key. "Thanks!"

Only one key remained,  the master key. The owners chambers were on the third floor, guarded by even more guards. The stairs were littered with the weak guards. They died swift. I would not like to give any info away, a theif keeps to their own. I looked at the wooden door, one lock. No guards, how, suspicious. I unlocked the door and stole the last key. I made my way to the vault and opend the door.

What lay before me was priceless, a blood diamond, many would kill to get this. I broke the glass, grabbing the diamond and made a run for the window, guards blocked my way, they looked as I ran to the stainless pained window behind me, they ran. I broke the glass, cutting  my arms and landed in the river. This was a start of a new age for me. The age of robbery.

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