Click. Click. Click. Tiny synapses went off in Synthia’s brain as the cold surface of the vault clicked beneath the firm touch of her skilled, twisting hands. With a few more fluid motions the loaded vault lay open before her. There was nothing Synthia loved better than a job well done and of course a thief well paid. Of course these views are shared by all of her fellow gang of thugs. For what crook doesn’t enjoy a bank account filled to the brim with greenbacks.This particular theft had been surprisingly easy and Synthia was beginning to get suspicious. No traps or obstacles had been set to thwart her loot gathering. But any good thief knows that you can worry about what didn’t happen after they are safe at the rendezvous point. All was going according to plan.

 After emptying the abundance of treasures into her security safe backpack, she stealthily creeped over to an air duct, which would act as an escape route. Swiftly swinging out her specially made switch blade with a screwdiver on the bottom, she unscrewed the bolts on the front vent and crawled into the cramped up space. A digital map of the venting system was being fed to her watch from a friend of hers who infiltrated the Princeton Estate as well but into their computer control room instead. Though she was around Ralph all the time she was always amazed at his genius for inventions such as this mapping watch. After a short display of expert crawling Synthia reached the exit leading into the courtyard of the estate. With a single strong blow from the butt of Synthia’s knife the venting unit popped out.

Waiting for her outside the opening was a large group of robotic heat sensing laser beams directed straight in her general direction. Fortunately her fast reflexes saved her from being hit with a barrage of super heated plasma. Just as she thought she was out of the fray, a short beam of energy burned through the sleeves of her protectivetealth suit. From her hip she grabbed a healing concoction that she lathered on her wound. Once again Ralph came to the rescue riding a motorcycle that shot ninja blades out of the front putting the lasers out of action. Pulling up beside her he gave he suppressed a pleased smile knowing that he was the hero of the day and he was going to milk it. Not far away from the action a compressed bottle of explosive gases was dropped into a furnace causing an explosion that wiped out everyone within a radius of one hundred forty-four meters. Out of the dust limped the only survivor. A certain lucky thief whose plan seemed to work out just right. Synthia Lolpin walks free to plunder once again.