THEFT OF A HEART

ML: I haven't written for a while, but here's story number 27!  The coupling is rukato, that I can tell you, but you have to read the fic. 

Takato: So, what's the plot?

ML: Well, I can't tell you.  It'll spoil the story.  Anyway, "I don't own Digimon, the only things I do own are Chief Saki and

        Eric."  That's all I have to say.

Rika: Good that you don't.  I mean, if you did, then what would you do, we won't know.

ML: Anyway, here's the story.

Shinjuku Museum of Contemporary Art, the time: 12 midnight.  The museum had been closed for 5 hours, and the guards were getting ready for the graveyard shift.  Little did they know that this shift wasn't going to be like any other shift that they had.  Reasons weren't known, until tonight.  They were talking about the security, obviously, and they thought the system would be the best.  Boy, were they dead wrong.

A young man, no younger or older than the age of 21, was repelling down from a plane in the cold night.  He opened his chute, and landed softly on the roof with a soft "thump".  The guards heard it, but dismissed it, thinking it was the wind.  The jumper said, "Henry, I'm in.  Over."  Henry replied back with, "I got your position, Takato.  You know what to do.  Over,"  Takato said, "I know.  Tell Kazu and Kenta to be ready.  Over"  Henry replied back with, "On it.  Over and out."  As soon as the transmission ended, Takato attached a special silencer to a rope gun, and cut a hole in one of the glass panes of the roof.  He then aimed, and fired.  The gun fired off a rope with a grappling hook at end.  It hit it's intended target: A secure door frame.  Takato then shimmied down the rope and when he was near the floor, he let go, and walked in.  He found his target, a painting that had been recently acquired by the museum.  He then lifted the frame, took out the painting, and rolled it up.  He went all over the museum, doing the same thing to four more paintings.  After that, he put a card, that had an interlocking TM.  His trademark. 

Work done, he left, but one guard saw the paintings, and hit the alarm.  Takato ran for the exit, but that was blocked.  The guard confronted Takato, but he managed to slip, slide out of the guard's site, fire a smoke bomb, and run out of the building via one of the doors.  He then said, "Kazu, ready the car."  Kazu said, "You got it."  The car came in, picked up the thief, and it went faster before the cops could get to the museum.  Meanwhile, the smoke cleared, and the guards awoke, leaving them thinking, "Who was that?" 

            The next morning, the cops were all over the museum, looking for clues.  The guards were being interrogated by the police.  One officer said, "The thief had brown hair, and brown eyes.  It was a he."  The cops wrote down all the info.  "Hmm.  That must be Takato Matsuki.  He's been wanted by the cops for years for the same crime."  Said Eric, who was another cop.  He continued, "We'll be off."  The cops then left. 

            Shinjuku police station, that same morning.  Time: 12:30.  A lone figure enters the shooting range.  The figure is that of Officer Rika Nonaka.  She puts on the ear protection, and begins firing on the target.  It hits bull's-eye.  After a few minutes, the chief says, "Nonaka!  Come into my office.  We have a few things to discuss."  Rika then put everything away, and went into the chief's office.  Rika asks, "So, what is it?"  The chief gives a sigh, and says, "Truth is, you've had three years in the department, and you're still our best officer.  We don't get to many former museum guards in here."   Rika said, "What's this got to do with me?"  Chief Saki said, "Well, it's that Matsuki guy again.  He's been pulling off thefts for god-knows-how-long, and we need this guy in jail.  Now.  I've got an assignment for you."  Rika then looked at him intently, "What is it?"  She asked.  The chief said, "I want you to go under.  Go to Matsuki's house and pose as a thief.  No one will know but me.  If anything happens, or if I bring anyone else, you'll be the first to know.  Any questions?"  Rika was silent.  The chief continued, "You can keep your gun and your radio.  The clothes are in your locker.  I put them there this morning.  However, I'm going to need your badge."  Rika said, "Okay."  She then placed her badge on the chief's desk, left, changed, and went for the unmarked cop car.  She then drove to Takato's house. 

END CHAPTER 1

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