STOLEN

The perfect crime

“The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules.” ……. The Joker

“You said you'd be here in 2. It's only being a minute.” Nyla said, handing me a duffel bag. “I can't help it. I am just that good.”

I grinned as I took the back from her and immediately went to changing

my clothes.

“Ross, do we have control of the cameras and the alarms?”

I asked, ruffling through the bag Nyla gave me for my tools.

“Yes, Ma'am, the floor is all yours.”

With that confirmation from Ross? I quickly strapped the bag on my back and signaled Nyla. I was ready.

We jogged through the hallway till we reached the now empty Gallery Rafael and I stood in earlier without much navigation. I found the cheats with the Ace of diamonds.

“Is that it?” Nyla asked, pointing at my price.

“Yes, the one and only,” I replied

“Shall we Mademoiselle?”

Nyla asked, handing me a couple of explosives with a little smirk, I replied.

“With pleasure, Ma'am.”

Being a professional thief is not that hard; actually, it’s extremely hard. You're either born with it, or you're not.

Take Me for example, Raven Mondragon Alias “Spider”

One of the most wanted art thieves in the world. I'm not saying I'm the best, but I am very, very good at what I do.

Fuck That I’m the best!

As a child, I was taught that the best things stolen in history are valuable, so if it won't make you rich, don't steal it. And this art piece was about to make me richer than I was, so why not?

“Step back; this might get a little messy.”

Nyla warned, and I did just that.

Within the blink of an eye, Nyla set off the explosions. I quickly covered my nose to avoid the dust, and it was my turn to get to work.

I searched for the areas of the glass that were damaged by the explosion and found the entry point. Then, I started working on the bulletproof glass to prevent any damage to the painting. Within a few minutes, I broke through the glass without setting off any alarms. I breathed a sigh of relief as Our mission was coming to an end.

“Let's wrap this up: we are behind schedule.”

I said, and Nyla quickly handed me my empty bag.

I gently removed the painting from the wall and broke out the pre-made canvas before carefully putting it inside my duffel bag.

“Please tell me we're done here. I can't listen to One more word from this French Bafoon.”

I heard Clarissa speak through the intercom for the first time during the mission.

“Why don't you love acting out art Curator?”

Nyla asked her, clearly holding back a laugh.

“I do love acting things out, just not to a man with bad tobacco breath and a fake mustache.”

She complained as Nyla and I burst out laughing.

“At least you got a proper outfit. Clarissa, I can't breathe through this waiter costume.”

Miguel, the muscle of our team, also complained.

I decided to join Nyla and add fuel to the fire.

“That waiter uniform does your muscles zero justice.”

Our laughter continued, and Clarissa said.

“Keep laughing, both of you. I bet you both look good right now in your combat boots and cargo pants.”

The spite in her voice was obvious, but Nyla wasn't done taunting her yet.

“Actually, They’re Prada boots today.”

“I hate you two.” Miguel and Clarissa said in unison.

“Don't worry, guys, next time. Miguel, You can be the pretty girl, and Clarissa can be a waitress.” I said, Miguel was about to say something. But Ross cuts him off.

“Sorry to spoil the fun, guys, but we have to go. I can't hold on to these alarms much longer.”

“Everything is good here. Ross, we are done and ready for extraction.” I informed and packed up the rest of my stuff, and so did Nyla.

“Cool, you too, take the route I gave you. Clarissa and Miguel will meet us at the rendezvous point.” He said, and the intercom went blank.

I gave a little nod to Nyla, and we both got moving. As we jogged back through the hallway, my eye caught something, and I stopped in my tracks.

Nyla, who had already gotten ahead of me, noticed I wasn't behind her and joined me.

“What are you waiting for? Let's go!”

She tried to pull me with her, but I stood my ground as if in a trance, pointing to the wall closest to us.

She finally looked at the wall and said.

“f**k Me.”

It was the young martyr, The f*****g young martyr.

“That wasn't on the museum's listing.” Nyla pointed out.

“I know it probably just came in.”

I replied, moving towards the painting, but Nila pulled me back and said.

“Look, I know how much you love rare finds, but we have to go. We don't have time for this. The alarms will go off soon, and this whole section will be flooded with guards, so let's get the hell out of here.”

She could see the hesitation on my face, so she continued

“Raven, let's go!”

I pulled my hands from hers and motioned for the painting. while saying to her.

“You know very well how good I am at this, but before you complain further, I still have to remind you I'm your boss, so you're going to wait for me at the rendezvous point, and that will be there in 5 minutes.”

Before she could say anything more, I already had my hands all over the painting. The last thing I heard before she jogged away was a sigh of frustration.

My hands fidgeted as I struggled to keep myself under control. I have wanted this piece for a long time, and now I have it in front of me, and I wasn't about to let it go.

The dead woman who looked more alive than ever gets me every time, and the dark construction around the painting makes the illusion of life and death more exciting. The young martyr was everything to me and more.

Without hesitation, I carefully removed the painting from its canvas, giving it one last good look before placing it in my bag and dashing down the hallway. In less than a minute, I made my way through the large kitchen of the museum and out the back door. That was the rendezvous point. Miguel basically pulled me into our getaway catering van, and that was it.

It's pleasant to know two months of faking an identity as Julieta Vargas didn't go to waste, and thanks to my friends, it was the perfect crime. And also a thank you to Rafael Dubois. who was willing to spend Daddy’s money to get a good f**k.

“What were you thinking going for a second painting? We had a plan. stick to the f*****g plan.”

Miguel scolded me as we all got settled in the van. I turned to Nyla, who just shrugged and looked out the window.

“Just a minor setback, and don't worry, Paris isn't my dream place to get caught.”

I answered him almost immediately. He was about to say something when the alarms went off, it was our cue to leave.

Ross carefully drove into the busy streets as we left the sound of sirens behind us. What a beautiful day to rob the good Elites of France.

We quickly reached the private airport and got on our plane, strapped and ready for takeoff.

“So, that's what: Five months of undercover, ten successful heists? What's next spider?”

Nyla asked, handing me a bottle of whiskey. I turned to the rest of the crew. Ross was getting ready to fly the jet, and Clarissa was putting on a show for Miguel, who seemed to be enjoying it.

“Well, all good works must come with a reward right? So, I was thinking getting drunk and wasted in Italy for the next two weeks.” I replied before taking a swing of the alcohol, and Clarissa seemed to like my reply.

“Woohoo, f**k yeah Now that's what I'm talking about. Let's get lit”

We all laughed at her reaction before Ross announced he was about to take off, and that was it for France, Italy here we come.