Warning: Violence.
"Fifth rich guys house and still not cought! I'm on a roll this week!" William Craker said to himself. He'd already taken five million dollars. About one million from each house. He intentionally aimed for the hard ones, this last was just for show as he was running out of challanges. He'd also known exactly who to go to. Not all in the same state or even neighbors but after a good deal of surveillance beforehand he'd found out just the right targets. People being blackmailed, people buying and/or selling illegal drugs or items. Or people who just did not trust a bank enough. He'd past the last defense systems with ease which had lasers, motion detectors, silent alarms, cold steel vaults, and finger print recognition. Last one was being blackmailed and was about to pay. William got in by using an EMP and turning off any incoming power so nothing else could ho off. He'd managed to cut into the breaker box before so it wasn't all that hard. Some thieves will try and get past the system. But sometimes it was just better to get a vulnerable point. Why was he doing all this? Two reasons, because he could, and because he wanted to buy a certain naval ship and the equipment and money to keep it for the rest of his life. Of course he'd have to leave America to do it but he didn't mind that.
This one was a but smaller. Two floors. It had an old look to it. A place where you'd feel out of place unless in a suit. Never the less it appeared hardly protected, to his level of skill, except maybe some moderate to difficult protection. Were he an average theif he'd have been cought already but he'd been able to mislead the police on various occasions.
He'd studied the house recently and knew where all the alarms were. There was one spot that didn't have it and that was a small window that would hardly even be seen on the inside. It was between two parts of the roof and opened into the living room which had motion detectors and lasers. Luckily for him if he stayed close to the ceiling it wouldn't detect him. People don't usually appear in the middle of the living roof floating in the air.
He snuck through a nearby tree and leaped gracefully onto the roof. He then removed the window by cutting into it and using a suction to pull it out without breaking it. He slipped through and swung against the rope he'd attached outside sending himself into the dining room but using his acrobatics to cling to the doorway. He began to creep across the walls when suddenly and enormous clown monster leapt out with a blood curdling scream and a dead womans still screaming head. In terror Willaim dropped to the floor breaking an arm before stumbling to the door which was opened by another of these terrifying clowns holding the spinal column and a leg. He shot through the door racing down the street as the clowns waved. That is until he noticed the red and blue lights. He found himself quickly cuffed.
William stuttered and looked around seeing more cops apparently waiting for him.
"Th...th...clowns!" He stuttered in horror looking back. Then he noticed it. The clowns were quite fake. Just people dressed in large clown costumes and a robotic head and rubber body.
Somehow not only had Simon predicted his target he'd found his phobia, coulrophobia. Fear of clowns. And had elected to exploit it.
"You can think Simon for that," The cop said frowning, "I didn't expect he'd get so drastic but then again sometimes I question his stability. Mentally that is. He warned us that you'd be running out of this house but he neglected to tell us when you'd arrive. So we weren't prepared." Then he looked at the theif and pointed to the car, "Get inside."
"But...how...wh..what?!" He said obeying and mentally stressed.
"Don't ask. We don't know how he does it. Turns out he knew the guy you were gonna rob and warned him as well as told him his plan." The cop said getting in.
In the corner of his eye William cought a glimpse of the famous thinker. A six foot tall forty-seven year old with a shaved head and a grey suit and fedora, leaning against a tree and giving a mock salute to the would be robber.
(Ideas, corrections, etc. This is my first try at Simon but before he does any real work. I'm thinking I should give a feel for the character before I show his abilities and skill. But soon it will have to come up.)
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