From his view, he can clearly see the many police cars, the officers patrolling the outer areas of the museum. They follow a certain pattern, sticking to it and only changing when needing to trade a position. It's all so predictable; he scoffs. Staying out of their sight would be easy, too easy. Was that a problem? Not really, but it made this heist less entertaining. If he were to steal the treasure tonight without even being seen once, what fun would that be? Perhaps he was just a little too good for this flock of police.
"At least it'll be an easy night," the hidden figure mumbles to himself. He sticks to the shadows, remaining upon the roof of the museum. It amused him how they never sought to even glance up to this height (there weren't even men positioned up here, a mistake on their part). Not like they would see him, he knew how to stick to the shadows, remain unseen even when he basked in the occasional moonlight.
Silent feet had carried him across the roof, leading him to a glass window. Picking a lock was a simple task. There was a chuckle as he noted the 'new and improved' lock that was used to try and keep thieves out. Perhaps if he were an ordinary thief, it would have worked, but he was an unusual one.
A Phantom Thief.
His name is Hayabusa, or that's the name he dawns when taking on this thieving persona. He wears a special black suit, similar to that of a tuxedo, a dark cape hung from his shoulders, occasionally flowing behind him, along with a mask, one resembling a bird, a falcon. It was blue, darker shades of the color coated the sides, actual feathers hanging from each end. A 'beak' was crafted to cover his nose while the remainder of the mask only revealed his dark black eyes. Part of his hair on his right also had that blue color to it. It was deemed part of his 'signature' look.
A grin forms on his lips once the lock had been opened. Quietly, he opens the window, propping it up before securing a rope to a nearby turbine. He makes sure it's tightly secured, checking that it'll hold before sending the other end down into the museum. Hayabusa makes sure to have a good grip on the rope before sliding down onto it, gracefully, landing on the marble floor (he doesn't even make a sound when his feet touch ground).
Looking around, he notes that the target area, along with tonight's soon to be stolen treasure, is just straight ahead. Yet, there's only one- no, two guards standing by.
Too easy. Either the police are getting lazy or these group of idiots are underestimating me.
Hayabusa rolls his eyes before beginning to walk ahead, using other pieces of art to keep out of the guards' sight. It's an easy task when the lights are off and the only source is coming from their flashlights. (If they wanted to spot him more easily, they could have just kept the lights on. No one ever did.) He keeps moving, dodging their sight until he gets to a wall, all he needs to do is turn around the corner and enter the guarded door.
The thief raises his hand, looking to the computer watch on his wrist. He pushes a few on screen buttons and in just a matter of seconds, a loud crashing noise, along with footsteps are heard on the opposite side of his corner.
"Did you hear that?"
"It's Hayabusa! Hurry, let's go!"
And just like that, the guards take off from their position, running after the thief, who could only quietly chuckle to their stupidity. They'd be on a wild goose chase, running after sounds instead of the real deal. It definitely paid to scope out this location earlier in the day to set up these tricks for later in the night.
Now he's able to just waltz up to the door, though frowns at the keypad presented to him. He could have sworn it wasn't there earlier in the day. He curses under his breath before shrugging this inconvenience off. He raises his wrist, holding the watch against the keypad. He types in a command, ones and zeros are displayed across both screens as the door is being hacked. It takes a few seconds (and he hears another piece of art 'breaking', accompanied by shouting) until the number code appears on his watch, which he promptly puts in.
"They really aren't trying tonight, are they?" He kicks the door open, though pausing at the entrance. In the center of the room held a pedestal. Resting upon it was the treasure he intended to steal, the Crystal Bell, resting on a red pillow, covered by a glass container. As easy as it is to simply run inside and take the treasure, he knows better than that. A hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small feather and flicks it forward. When it hits the ground, smoke is released and disappears only to reveal red lasers filling the whole room. He was only a couple inches away from setting one off.
"Don't they ever learn that this doesn't work on me?" Hayabusa was swift on his feet, managing to maneuver with ease through the lasers. He nearly touched one, just for fun (it was thanks to his cape, fluttering behind him for just a second too long). He'd save the gathering of police for later. When he had reached the pedestal, he began to eye it, looking for any other booby traps that might be set in place. Since there don't seem to be any within sight, he's cautious.
Yet, that doesn't stop him from lifting up the glass and swiping the treasure, a wing shaped card left in it's place (it resembled his colored falcon, his name signed neatly on it). Now in his hands he held the Crystal Bell, which he shook to make a melodious sound. He wore a grin on his face, but that had disappeared with a sigh as an alarm had went off. He could hear all the footsteps already, someone shouting his name and saying things like, 'he got the treasure!'
Instead of running, he waits, turning to to face the door. He notes that there was a pressure plate where the Crystal Bell had been. That's what had tipped him off. Oh well, no big deal. It had only been an alarm after all. (He had seen worse, art that had been connected to a taser and nearly shocked him, sometimes darts were involved, poisonous ones most likely.)
"Hayabusa! Stop right there!" The chief of police shouts, handcuffs already in his hand, an annoyed scowl on his face. "You're not getting away this time."
"Oh, but I think I am," he replies with a cocky smirk. "The last time you said that, I think I got away to. This time isn't going to be any different."
"Talk all you want, but tonight you will be put behind bars." He raises a hand and those officers beside him, which are slowly filling the room bring out their weapons, all guns, pointing at Hayabusa. "I've got more men then ever before. You won't be escaping out of this one."
Hayabusa yawns to that comment, looking unamused to the fact that he was outnumbered. (He swears it pisses off that damn police chief.) "Your words are getting old, but I congratulate you for bringing in more guys. Maybe a bit too many though."
"Shut up! And don't you dare move!"
"Too late!" Within the blink of an eye, Hayabusa moves his hand, grabbing another feather from his pocket and tossing it to the ground. A bright light fills the room, blinding everyone (aside from himself). When the light fades, the thief is nowhere to be seen.
"Where did he go?" The chief asks, frantically looking around the room. His men seem to be doing the same. "Find him! We're not letting him away! Move your asses, now!"
As he continues to shout out orders and desperation fills the room, one of his officers begins to back out of this cramped room. With too many men in a panicked state, no one notices him. And he makes a run for it.
"Morons." The officer grins before removing the temporary disguise, revealing his actual identity. Hayabusa hears one of the guards shout and reveal that he's getting away, but it's too late for them to do anything. He takes a different escape route, but one that will lead him back out to the roof. Once he's there, he'll be home free.
A loud 'stop him!' is followed by a couple of gun shots, but the bullets miss their mark. They had never managed to hit or even graze a phantom thief, tonight would be no different.
"You need to try better than that! Kids at arcades have better aim than you lot!" Hayabusa shouts before taking a quick turn to a corner, disappearing from sight, again.
The police force continue to chase and even run right past him. How? Another disguise, but this time it was to blend in with the wall. He waits until he sees they've all ran on and they're out of sight. With a triumphant grin, he removes this disguise as well, now taking the emergency exit to the roof.
Once he's up there, he doesn't bother to use the shadows to his advantage. He's won this game, letting the police know as his shadow runs across those patrolling the entrance of the museum. Now they notice him and call for the chief. He manages to run outdoors, witnessing Hayabusa running across the museum's roof, escaping.
"Get back here you thief!" He yells in a furious rage.
"That's phantom thief to you! Phantom Thief Hayabusa!" The thief shouts proudly, only pausing to boast. "The one and only! And the one you'll never put behind bars!" He laughs loudly before waving to all the officers. While he can hear them shouting, mainly the chief, he takes a leap off the roof and just disappears.
The chief orders for his men to search the area, every single nook and cranny to find him. But, there is nothing, no one. It's as if he really did disappear into the night.
"Dammit!" The chief stomps on the ground. How long had nights like these gone on? How many times had he failed to catch this phantom thief? Common criminals, he could catch with ease, but this one always seemed to escape his grasp. He couldn't catch him. But he knew someone who could.
"I guess it's time I bring him into this."
a/n: I had about 4-5 chapters of this done but never posted it. I figured I might as well go ahead and post what I have and see if it inspires me to do more
also apologies for any errors on detective & phantom thief stuff, inspiration for this was taken more from like children's shows/anime.