y/n: your name

l/n: last name

h/c: hair color

e/c: eye color

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When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

But what happens when life doesn't provide it for you?...you gotta do it yourself.

Walking down the streets of England, Y/n spotted a man in a suit with a briefcase, presumingly a businessman. He beamed of seriousness and his face screamed stern.

He was a bit old, maybe his forties? The gray hair was already starting to take over his brown locks

He talked on the phone while walking the opposite direction she was, by the way his face contorted into one of anger and disgust, she could tell the call wasn't going well.

As he neared closer, the female bumped into him a bit harshly

"I'm so sorry, sir." Y/n apologized as he gave a firm nod in acknowledgement and continued walking.

The girl smirked as she looked down at her hands.

A Rolex

"I can get three thousand pounds for this shit." She mumbled while looking at the gold watch she stole, diamonds crusted into the rim of it.

Y/n was good at pick pocketing, she was quiet and smooth

Maybe that one song Michael Jackson wrote was about her.

And maybe it was time to do something bigger than picking peoples watches and wallets.

She was aiming bigger than that

Money was tight and so was her patience she had been planning it for weeks and was excited to execute her plan.

At 11 P.M Y/n L/n was going to hit the most expensive jewelry store in England, and she wasn't going to get caught.

Heading to her apartment, she went through her plan till it was actually time to leave.

She went through the security camera placements; security sensors and she knew exactly what she was going to take.

Y/n took the time and figured out the blind spots in the camera placed outside.

In wearing all black clothing, she waited and when her watch beeped at eleven P.M she took her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

Keeping her head down, she walked at a normal pace to the jewelry store, going into the alley way right beside it.

She climbed up the fire escape on the building beside her target. Going all the way up to the roof and internally happy it was the same height as the store

Y/n dropped her bag down, slipping on her gloves and tying her hair up.

The girl attached a length of rope to her side on her belt

Y/n pulled her laptop out to hack into their system and shut down their cameras and such, the process took about ten minutes.

In those moments she laid down on the cold concrete beneath her and sighed, looking at the stars.

She smiled at them as they twinkled at her. The cool night breeze brushed against her skin and tangles in her hair. A beep caught her attention, signaling it's been disabled.

In cracking her knuckles, she stepped back and ran to jump the gap between the building and the store, landing on top the roof of the jewelry store.

In prying the vent opening, she popped it open in no time, jumping in the vent and crawling through the tight space.

The female studied the plan for this building as if she was going to be tested on it

With a few turns and lefts and rights, she saw reached a dead end. She looked through the gaps of the vent opening

The girl carefully and quietly popped it open, setting it aside.

She tied one end of the rope to a hook in the vent as the rest trailed out the vent and down to the floor.

Sliding down, her hands burned through the gloves slightly with the friction.

When she landed on the ground, she rubbed her hands together as she was now in

The jewelry that laid of soft velvet glimmered under the light. There were two rows of display cases, one on each side of the room.

A bag was taken out the thief's pockets and took all the jewelry in the cases, carelessly dumping it into her bag.

Once everything was cleaned out, not a chain, ring, bracelet in sight, the girl hummed in satisfaction.

Y/n knew that this wasn't the only store she was going to hit in the future, she was going to be known.

The police will soon find out that one person is behind it all.

In her back pocket, she pulled out a playing card.

The famous jack of diamonds.

Y/n placed it on one of the display cases and headed back to the rope. She climbed up and was back into the vent.

Y/n crawled through the way she came from and saw the opening where she had dropped down from.

In climbing up there now, Y/n jumped back over to the other building where her bag was.

She placed the bag of stolen items in a hidden compartment in her bag and took out spare clothes she brought.

She changed into some normal and comfortable clothes and left her rope and black clothes on the floor.

Pulling out a small bottle of gasoline, she poured it on both the clothes and rope.

Taking a match, she stroked it on the rough roof where she stood, igniting the flame in an instant.

The female tossed the match lazily onto the pile, fire raging immediately as heat brushed her skin.

She left the bottle on the ground and put bag on her back.

Walking to the other side of the roof, she climbed down the fire escape there and walked away.

Jewelry stores like that have sensors on the thick velvet the jewelry laid on. Once the jewelry is taken, it gets lighter as nothing is on the velvet anymore and the owner is notified.

Y/n easily could have escaped that by putting some weight on the box with a couple pens or something, but that would be too much work for her.

Besides the coppers would be informed in the morning when they realized they had been robbed so it didn't make a difference.

Y/n smiled as she heard the sirens in the distance, but they had nothing on her even if they were to see and stop her.

With that, she walked away with about two hundred thousand pounds worth of jewelry tucked in her bag and her hands in her pockets as she strolled back to her apartment.

Silent, careful and no identity. Just like a ghost.

Just like a smooth criminal.