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“Can you PLEASE hurry up!?” A shrill, high pitched voice bellowed into a small microphone, sounding very impatient. Vurb silently sighed, he knew his friend and partner in crime Skeppy was being impatient like always. He reached out for his bag of chips, grabbing a random chip from what seemed like an endless void full of them.“We don’t have too much time until the police come! Stop eating potato chips and disable the cameras and alarms!”
Vurb sighed once again. “So this is what it feels like to be helping out a world class thief…” He took a deep breathe in, closing his eyes, the bright glare of the monitor turning into nothing before reappearing moments later.
You see, Vurb was a world class hacker, and Skeppy was a thief who needed his services so he could do his job well. And Skeppy certainly did his job well. No matter what you call him, Skeppy, The Thief In Diamonds, Arskep Lupin, F.B.I. Most Wanted number 11; no matter what your nickname for him is, everyone has to admit that he does his job well, no matter the situation you throw at him. He was quick and flexible, able to commit his crimes quickly and seemingly escape without a trace. And that was perfect for a man who became famous after he stole many rare and valuable treasures that include, but were not limited to, Queen Antoinette’s necklace, the Harry Winston Gulf Pearl Parure, Wallis Simpson’s Panther Bracelet and many, many diamonds, which is how he got his nickname as “The Thief In Diamonds'', which he decided to adopt as part of his moniker, mostly out of flattery.
Another he was well known for was his personality. Skeppy, unlike most thieves, was loud and boisterous, laughing whenever he got away, occasionally singing near incomprehensible and annoying songs about his achievements in the middle of his heists which, combined with the high pitched, squeaky voice that came from his voice changer, certainly made him stand out. Even his outfits stood out. He generally wore the same clothes for every heist, a blue hoodie with his logo on the chest, a black mask with a goofy face that was also a voice changer, blue goggles that hid his eyes over a grey lens, a black backpack, blue jeans with a belt to hold all of his tools, blue sneakers and, of course, leather gloves.
He also liked style, occasionally entering into places in such fabulous ways, even though most people wouldn’t even see! And after he stole the treasure he wanted, he would always leave behind his calling card in place of what he stole. It was a small, blue card. On the front was a message, normally a joke or quip related to the crime he had just committed, riddled with bad grammar, spelling mistakes, emoticons and small doodles everywhere. On the back was his logo, with the phrase “Treasure acquired!” written on it, as if to rub salt into a bad wound.
Overall, Skeppy was a force to reckon with. He could commit crimes as fast as he could escape from them, leaving few trails to follow. He was an annoying yet charming fellow who liked to make his presence known, yet not let anyone know who he truly is.
“Uh…. are you still there?” Skeppy asked again. Vurb snapped out of the weird daze he got himself into. Oh yeah! They were committing a crime and needed to deactivate the cameras and alarms! Vurb knew that he needed to hurry up before he potentially made his friend mad.
“Yes I am still there Skeppy.” Vurb said, sounding somewhat exacerbated. “It takes time, just give me a few seconds.” Vurb yelled back, throwing the bag and typing as fast as he could, rushing to disable the security cameras and alarms as fast he could. “And...done!” He replied out as he clicked the enter key. He then looked over to his second monitor to see the familiar security camera footage of the museum turn to static and the alarms shutting down.
“Was it successful?” Skeppy asked. He knew that the police were coming eventually. Besides, he had become well known across the country for doing stuff like this all the time, even though he had only been in the business for about a half a year or so.
“Yep!” Vurb confirmed. “You can now start your 24th...er, sorry… 25th heist, Skeppy.” Vurb knew that Skeppy was going to make this heist special, especially since it was his 25th in total. That was a decent amount of heists to perform, especially in under a year.
“Alright Vurb… let’s do this!” Skeppy said as he pulled up his bright blue goggles to his eyes. Let the heist...begin!” Skeppy yelled out cheerfully as he jumped from the tree he hid into the glass ceiling atop the museum.
“Alright…” Skeppy pondered. “How should I break this glass ceiling?” Hmmm…. Oh yeah!” Skeppy quickly opened his backpack and got out his signature weapons, a small scythe and a grappling hook, which he secured to his gloves. Skeppy held the scythe into the sky, the moonlight shining onto it. “The moonlight shines onto this scythe like a god is about to smite us all with their heavenly weapons of mass destruction.” Skeppy thought for a moment as he just as quickly slammed the weapon onto the glass. The sound of glass shattering could be heard as shards fell, and shattered even further. Skeppy grinned underneath his mask as he aimed his grappling hook onto a hanging light, not too far from where the object he wanted to steal was located.
“Ya know Skeppy, I wonder why they haven’t gotten rid of the glass ceilings.” Vurb quipped. Skeppy silently laughed as he shot the hook as it latched onto the string holding the lamp, causing it to rock back and forth. Skeppy was then pulled forward, holding on as he managed to stick the landing, the sound of metal clanging echoing throughout.
“Ooh. That made a bit more noise than I expected…” Skeppy said quietly before retracting the grappling hook and jumping down. “Thank god there aren’t too many guards in this area. They were probably expecting me to steal their grand treasure… oh how they were mistaken.”
Skeppy stealthily dashed from display case to display case, some full of artifacts that gave him the temptation to steal them as well. But Skeppy suppressed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He was after one thing and one thing only, those others artifacts will have to wait… for now.
“Aha! There it is! The Tiffany Yellow Diamond!” Skeppy squealed out of pure excitement. He had always liked shiny jewelry, especially diamonds, even as a kid. Which was probably one of the reasons he became a thief.
“Shhhh!” Vurb yelled. “Keep it quiet! Just take the damn diamond and move!” Vurb knew there wasn’t much time left. And it was 1AM, he wanted to get sleep.
“Oh yeah!” Skeppy snapped himself of the weird, jewelry infused daze and got his trusty scythe. He held the scythe up once more, ready to break the glass enclosure the diamond was in. Skeppy breathed in as he struck the scythe down, breaking the glass with it. Skeppy scooped the diamond into his hands and he placed it into his backpack. But before he could even move, a voice yelled out behind him...
“Oh you muffinhead!”