HE WALKED IN his room, touching the walls, feeling the rough texture beneath his fingers. He took off his gloves, hat, and coat, hanging them on the stand.

He saw a brown bottom on the floor, next to the stand. Inspector Brent's. He chuckled. He remembered how Inspector Brent successfully arrested him. But now he was back.

Pushing those thoughts at the back of his head, he forced his mind to come back to the current situation.

Nothing was changed in this room. It was just as he left it.

Shaking his head and setting the radio to a soft, classical music channel, he got to work.

Rolling up his sleeves, he closed his eyes for a moment. Remembered the technique and plan. The pushes and pulls.

Then he opened his eyes, and pushed back a drawer of the table. Wiping his dusty fingers on a piece of cloth, he stared at the section of the wall in front of him. Suddenly, that section of the wall came out, slowly, and while making horrible, cringe worthy screeching sounds. He peered into it, and saw a black suitcase, with a thick layer of dust on it.

A small smile played on his lips.

They hadn't found the case.

He took out the case and opened it. Wiping his hands again, he looked at the beauties below him. With a look of longing, he slowly took out one beauty, and touched it to his cheek.

"Behold," he said, "The best burglar tools in the world."

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Good lord, isn't this chapter so long!

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