12 yr. old Shawn was an ordinary boy well as ordinary as you could be when you live on the streets. When Shawn was six he was taken away from his home after his father nearly beat him to death. Two weeks after entering foster care and Shawn was out of there he tried he really did but the family he was staying with was just as bad if not worse than his dad. At least his dad loved him this family could care less about him the only thing they cared about was the money they were getting for his existence. No, Shawn couldn't stay their so he left. He pact up his bags and took the bus right out of their.
Now, he lived in Port Angeles sure it was a hard life but it was better than the alternative. Shawn lived in an old abandoned building near the docks. During the day he would wander through the crowd of faceless people snitching a wallet or two from various people as they went to and from shops. No one payed him in mind after all this is a big city why should they pay a young boy err.. I mean man any attention.
Shawn was smart he would always lay wait and watch his victims make sure they were the right sort to take from. He never stole from anyone who couldn't afford it, after all he was a gentleman. No, he would pay attention to the kinds of shops they went in to, how much they spend, and most important where they kept their wallets. That was the key to his little battle of wits that and patience he had to be patient if he wanted to succeed in this game.
It was just like an other ordinary day. Shawn was scouting out the masses for the perfect victim when he saw THEM. They seemed so perfect there were 4 of them, 2 teenager's must have been around 17 or 18 and a couple maybe in their mid 20's. They looked like super models as they walked into each store they waving perfectly in the wind. Shawn watched as they went into the most expensive stores and knew they were what he was looking for. He watched the two teenagers split from the adults and decided against following them they would be faster than the older couple and probably more aware.
Looking back at the couple he started to follow them stalking his prey like a lion to a deer. He followed them for about an hour until he saw his opening. Moving foreward he slipped through the crowed and gracefully bumped into the dazzling gentleman sliding the wallet out of the man's back pocket as he did., "Sorry sir," he said as he straightened though he kept walking. A cold hand came out of nowhere and grasped onto his arm, "I think you have something that belongs to me."