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
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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.
