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Kat's POV
I quickly raised the hair dye and color contacts as if to use them, but just as quickly put them down. I couldn't make myself do it. I'm just going undercover, this is just like any other job, or at least that's what I told myself. But in all reality it's not, because I'm not simply going undercover to steal a famous painting, because believe me when I say this, it's quite simple! I'm not attempting to steal 5 paintings from then Henley, now that definitely was not simple, but was quite possible.
No, this, this was just, to state it simply, impossible. Yet, I was one known to pull off impossible things. No, this, this was just, uncommon for criminals, yet, I wasn't known to be a common criminal. No, I am Kat, the teen spy who robbed the Henley of 5 painting they never knew they had. I'm the one who after the Henley, left, and pulled off so many solo jobs that you could assume all solo jobs performed in the last 6 months were performed by me. I had done all those things, yet, there was still one thing that needed to be stolen; my family's trust and forgiveness and that's what I do best, I steal things. I had ran away twice, once for school , then another to pull all those solo jobs and just returned to the states and here I am now, my family hates me, doesn't trust me, and told me on the phone they don't want my help for a job.
So I did the only thing a real criminal like me can do, go undercover. But any common criminal knows my Uncle Eddie, and even the BEST con artists would never, ever, dare try to fool him, but hey, who said I'm a common criminal? So that's why in the next couple minutes I was walking out the door a new person; a blonde, with green eyes, and black high heels. I slipped my coat on as I walked into the streets filled with snow and slipped on my black sunglasses, but it would take a lot more than dark sunglasses to hide the secrets of my identity, I had to become a whole new person, but I guess that's a good thing, because I'm quite good at it.
There is only one way to get into the family; to impress them. So that was why as I walked calmly into the streets, I decided to pull a Nick, that's what I like to call it, when in New York on the cold day I was slacking and not paying attention and he pick pocketed me. That's how he got into the family so that's what I had to do, pick pocket my best friend, my partner in crime, Hale.
I walked swiftly and slowly as if to blend in with the crowd on the streets as I spotted him. It had been 4 months since I had seen him but I could still recognize him anywhere. I "accidentally" bumped into a few people's arm, said a few quick, "I'm sorry's," and "Excuse me!" to look as if I'm in a hurry and as I passed him I repeated the same accidental bump into his arm and he accepted my apology with no thoughts of suspicion, I was sure glad he wasn't on his game today, and as I walked across the street I glanced at what lay in my hand; his wallet, phone, 5 different passports, car keys(even though they were only one out of about 2 million limo keys), his ID, and 2 of his fake ID's.
I had gotten good over the time I was gone, I noticed, so my confidence was boosted as I started my walk to not just to any old house, but Uncle Eddie's house. I had walked in and out of his house many times but I'd never been this terrified of walking in the front door. No, there was no high-tech cameras, no security system including facial identification(which was a very good thing), no guards standing by the door, and no heat sensitive floor mat at the front door, because there was simply no need, the house was owned by my Uncle Eddie and that was all the security the house needed.
A/N: Sooo, is it good or bad please leave review what you think!
I have pretty much the rest of the story planned out in my head quite a few more chapters, leave review if I should write more?