For everyone else, it was like any ordinary night in New York, but for me, it wasn't. We were ready to pull off the heist and I felt that the night was holding its breath until we were finished. I was already in the museum acting like any normal visitor who was admiring the paintings. Eric was making sure that all of the cameras and alarms were off and I was waiting for his signal that would mean everything was clear for me to go in. Eric was a computer genius, he had the skills of someone working for the Pentagon or the CIA, but he liked to use them in a more illegal way.

After a short time, Eric made one of the alarms in a far room go off, it was the 'everything is clear' signal. Most of the guards hurried to that room to check if there were any intruders, also most of the visitors were busy wondering about what was happening in that particular room. I made sure that nobody was looking at me or would notice my abrupt absence before I made my way to the nearest elevator. I clicked on the third floor's button. I noticed that there was a security camera in the elevator, I smirked when I saw that the recording red light was replaced with dull black which meant it was off. Eric never failed me.

I had a backpack with me which contained everything I needed, I took out one of my black gloves and put it on, then I waited for the elevator to reach my floor. The elevator stopped and the door opened, I checked that there was nobody around before I took a deep breath, then I stepped outside of the elevator.

I remembered the blueprints in my head and I started walking according to them. After a short time of walking through long corridors, I made it to the room which had the painting inside. Of course, it was locked and demanded access, I got out the keycard that I had stolen earlier from the museum's manager and swiped it. My smile grew when it made a ding sound followed by a green light that said 'access granted'.

They should really get a security upgrade, or not...

I was slightly surprised by another metal door that was similar to safes. However, Eric had warned me that there might be something like this, so I was prepared for the worst.

Anyway, this should be fun, it was the real showtime.

I put my ear to the left of the dial and started listening. After a few moments, I figured out that the combination contained six codes that I had to crack. I started spinning the dial clockwise and counter-clockwise multiple times. Shortly, the dial switched for the first time, which meant I had cracked the first code.

One down, five to go.

It took me about ten minutes to finally crack the other five codes. After that, I was welcomed by the satisfying ding sound of the safe's door opening. I opened the door and stepped into the room. It was a large room that held a lot of Van Gogh's incredible artwork. I stood there in awe for a few moments impressed by the amazing artworks in front of me. I shook my head to remind myself that I had to concentrate; I came here for one goal.

I started checking the paintings by my eye until I found my target. The painting was in its frame, and getting the painting out of the frame was a really hard thing to do. It needed an expert hand or the painting would be torn and ruined. Luckily, I was an expert.

I took the painting off the wall, then I started getting it out of the frame cautiously. It took me a while to finally get the whole painting out of the frame without any scratches. I carefully rolled it and put it in a cylindrical container that was bent in my backpack.

Everything went smoothly till now, I just hoped this night hasn't got any unexpected surprises for me.

I made sure that I left nothing behind before I closed the room with the combination codes that I had cracked earlier. It was like I was never there; they wouldn't know what had hit him until they discover that they have a missing painting. I went back to the elevator and clicked the last floor's button this time. I have to get away from the roof as, of course, I couldn't get out of the main gate with a large cylindrical bag hanging off my shoulders.

I made it to the museum's roof and started setting my way down. I had a rope in my backpack so I started knotting it and making sure that it was strong enough to hold me. I was about to grab the rope and make my way down when I heard a voice that caused me to freeze and stop right in my tracks.

"FBI. Freeze!" a deep voice yelled at me.

I would surely be damned!

What was the freaking FBI doing here?

It was really dark, and Eric made sure that all of the lights on the roof were off so no one would notice me from other buildings, but I had a couple of night goggles with me to help me climb down easily and safely; my hoodie was also on. So luckily, the FBI agent couldn't see my face, but I could see him clearly. Although the night googles made me see everything greenish, I could tell that the man standing in front of me, and currently pointing his gun in my direction, was indeed hot as hell.

Oh god, I couldn't believe I just said that. Seriously, I had to work on my priorities.

I cleared my throat, "Oh hello there, Agent." I took advantage that he couldn't see my face and decided to play around a little.

"Stop! There's nowhere for you to go," the handsome agent said firmly, pointing his gun in my direction.

"Well, I happen to disagree with you." I smirked before I grabbed the rope. "I would love to stay and chat but as you may have noticed, I'm in a hurry."

I didn't wait for his response as I climbed down quickly and prayed that he wouldn't shoot at me. He shouted some things that I couldn't recognize, but I was sure most of them were curses.

I reached the ground. Eric was already waiting for me in the car. I rushed to it and once I was in, I yelled at him. "Go!"

Eric didn't wait to understand what was going on, and rushed with horrific speed.