Misako had found that walking away from a crime was less conspicuous than running away. And for the most part, it worked.
Misako Barr was a rich kid. She was that kind of rich kid you'd imagine who'd be spoiled beyond belief because their family had more money than what they knew what to do with. And yet, although she had everything she could ever want, the girl would use her five-finger discount on anything that sat on a pedestal in the open air. Or store shelf. Or cart. Or... anything that was unattended to begin with. But to say she was a klepto would have been a stretch. Quite naturally, she just wanted attention. No one said that being a rich kid was easy.
After walking a good distance away from her recent heist (a simple apple off a cart), Misako went into an alleyway and found a fire escape. She made the descent up the fire escape to get to the roof. From that high, she could see the tiny-ish beginnings of Ninjago City. The whole of it all made her appreciative and not so alone. Right now, they were almost finished building the museum. Some where deep in her heart, Misako wanted to help them add contributions. Archeology was her secret passion. Old stuff seemed more interesting than the new stuff her parents were always buying her.
The breeze was strong on top of the roof. It also caused a letter that had been drifting in the wind to smack her right in the face. Irritated at first, Misako peeled the letter off of her face and was about to let the wind take it away again, but something on it caught her attention. It had her name on it. Deciding to be curious, Misako opened the letter and read its contents.
"Misako, yes, I know you. I do not intend to scare you as I write this. But I have been watching you, and I am impressed. If I may, your street smarts and general cleverness has astonished me, and I would like for you to visit me in the Monastery of Spinjitzu. If you have proven yourself at all to me, it is that you have the makings of a kunoichi. With these skills, I believe that you should further develop your skills with my sons and I. I will train you personally. I will see you soon, perhaps even this evening if I am right about your more... stubborn attributes."
Misako looked at the letter again, then let it fly off in the wind again. But then she realized something, the crazy letter sender was right. She would see him soon. She was nearly running across the rooftops to get the the Monastery any way...