1 Chapter 1: Newcoming

Man, the cool crisp air and the wailing sirens... The perfect getaway for a rookie robber. But he was no rookie. He gazes around with hard eyes, no remorse shown. He steps into the underbrush, his shadow dark and lanky. He hears footsteps, pounding on the cement sidewalk. Police. He has better go before there is no chance left for him. He scoots closer to the cold, shadow enveloped side of the brick building.

"Hey you over there!"

"Yeah you! Come out of the shadows and put your hands up!" He did no such thing. He quickly scaled the wall, his hands already worn from doing this many times before. Finally, in the dark, his hands scratch against cool metal. He knows he's not being caught today. He takes a deep inhale and pulls himself up onto the flat tin roof. He swears under his breath from the excruciating effort. He was getting rustier in his old age. With a sense of finality, he took a deep breath and leaped to the next ledge.