Chapter 8

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You would have thought that knowing batman was on to my scheme it would put me off going through with it but no. it was a lose  lose on his behalf if he was waiting for me then yes I would not get my prize but the illegal trade down at the docks would still go through meaning Falcones men equipped with more weapons and drugs than before. if he decided to try and singlehandedly stop the trade then I would still win my precious statue.

The hours ticked by and I knew the time of the trade it was to commence at 12:00 and it was 11:45 time to start heading down to the museum.

While gliding across the rooftops I noticed a larger than usual crowd gathered around the opera house.of course how could I have forgotten. the first showing of the play "phantom of the opera" was on tonight and many of the rich gothamites were flooding to see it first, no doubt Bruce Wayne would be among them. so many tantalisingly empty mansions around the west of Gotham. alas I continued with my prime objective; the Egyptian statue and maybe I would swing by those empty houses later this evening.

As it goes the museum was not as empty as I thought it would be; batman had obviously tipped off some of the GCPD because several heavily armed guards stood watch over the statues, still I achieved my goal and collected my prize; a carved black statue of an Egyptian cat with gold leaf lining the ears, eyes and mouth and a gold necklace with a large ruby set into the centre along with some emeralds around it.

After swiping the bejewelled cat from the museum I headed straight for the rich side of Gotham, not waisting any time I jumped silently through the windows and stole a couple of hundred dollar items such as a couple of Rolex watches, huge diamond necklaces and sparkling rings.

I made my way home with a bag full of expensive items including my Egyptian cat.

Oh i wish i could tell you that the night ended there. That i went home and all was well but as you know as soon as things go your way life hands you lemons.

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