To cath a thief - prologue

First off, I have to warn you all that this is an alternate reality story. The sailor senshi do not exist. Also not all senshi will be featured. I'll probably have little "cameos" from the ones that don't have an important role in the story. I apologize in advance if your favourite senshi does not make it into the story but as a writer it's part of my creative licence to choose who plays what parts. So please don't flame me about that. All comments, suggestions, opinions and even flames (except for what I warned about) are welcome at ladysnow@did-you-know.co.uk .

I do not own any of the characters from Sailormoon. Naoko Takeuchi, Kodasha, DiC and other people do. I do own all the rest of the original characters in this story.

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To Catch A Thief

Prologue

To become a thief, first you must steal something…

A mysterious blond sat in the front seat of a non descript black car. She waited patiently for the lights of the house across the street from her to close. When the house was finally thrown into darkness, we waited a few minutes and sprinted into action. She tied her shoulder length hair into a low ponytail and pulled a ski mask over her head, grabbed a small black duffel bag from the back seat and hurried across the street.

She followed the large stonewall that surrounded the house until she reach the left side of it. She rapidly took out a rope from her bag. She tied a hook to it and trough it over the side of the stonewall. She climbed it with ease. She landed on the soft grass of the inner garden. She unhooked the rope and hide behind a bush. She looked at her surroundings. The house was only a few meters in front of her. She checked to make sure nobody was coming She quietly ran the short distance to the wall of the house. She went down to all fours and started crawling along the long. She stopped when she spotted what she was looking for, the main power/security breaker box for the house. She ran her fingers around the box, making there were no outside traps. She removed a small wallet from the lower pocket of her black pants and opened it. Inside was a set of small tools. She removed a small flat head screwdriver and careful propped it against the small crack. She gently pushed and opened the cover of the breaker box and revealed a complicated mess of different coloured wires. The woman looked through the mess of wires until the she found the ones she was looking for. She pulled out a pair of tweezers and stripped away the plastic that covered the three wires she had found. She placed the steel blue coloured wire in her tweezers and cut it in half. She wanted a moment to make sure she had cut the right wire. She placed the cover back onto the breaker box and put away all of her tools and wallet into her pocket.

"Now the security system is off, all I have to do is find a good way in," the masked burglar thought.

She back track in her steps to the side of the house, carefully checking the windows to find one that would be easy to pry open. She finally found one that had the sill already slightly cracked. She pulled out a larger screwdriver from a pocket on her vest and placed in the cracked under the window's bottom edge. She gave it a hard nudge and the window slightly opened. She pushed it up high enough to let a small space for her slender body to go through.

She pulled herself trough the small opening and closed it behind her. The women saw that she was now in a lavish library. Even in the darkness of the room, you could tell that it was filled with many pieces of beautiful and expensive furniture. The thief took a moment of rest and continued. She advanced to the large wooded door. She pulled out a small flashlight and a small blueprint of the house from on of the many pockets of her black vest. She shined the light on the blueprint and looked from the main office. Once located the position of her target room, she put everything away. She placed her ear against the door, listening of any sounds that would indicate some in the other side. She slowly opened the door. It let out a small squeaking noise. She stopped immediately. Panic momentarily flashed trough her sky blue eyes. But she quickly shook off the feeling. She looked down the hall and saw that nobody was coming.

With steps as light as the ones of a cat, she ran across the hallway to the office's door. She once again listened at the door, making sure nobody was in the room. She opened the door and step into the empty room. She looked around, trying to stop where the safe would be hidden. "Behind the painting?" she thought, "Too predictable. No where would someone think a safe would be well concealed?" She looked at the numerous pieces of furniture in the room until her eyes landed on the end table beside the sofa in the middle of the room. "Now why would some, who obviously tried very hard to style the entire room in an art deco, have a very modern looking end table?" she mused. Of course the answer was obvious to her. She went to the out of place end table and ran her fingers along the edge of it. Just as she suspected, the top of it lifted off to reveal a small safe. She pulled out a small electronic decoder device from another of her pockets and placed it onto the digital dial of the safe. The screen of the decoder burst with life. She pushed a few buttons the click of the lock unlocking was heard. The thief pull open the door of the safe and started to look through the things it contained.  She found the documents and mini computer disk she was looking for and placed them in the right breast pocket of her vest. She quickly closed the safe and left the office.

Being as careful as she was when entering the house, she left it making sure to pick up all traces of her unsolicited visit. She ran back to wear she had climb the wall the first time. She took out the rope she had hidden before and climbed over the wall once again. She jumped to the ground and put away the rope in her small duffel bag.

The thief made her way back to her black vehicle. She hastily entered it, put the keys into the ignition, the car burst and she speeded away with the screech of the rubber tires on the road. As the car disappeared into the horizon, the lights of the burglarized house turned on and shouts could be heard coming from it.

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Ok I just had to add this little note and then. You're are or were probably thinking that I gave Serena way too many pockets and that it would be impossible to have all that stuff. Well guess again! My dad, has this vest that has something like ten pockets and you would be surprised at the quantity of stuff that he manages to fit in there. Same thing goes for the pants.