So this was my English Original Writing Coursework. My teacher rated it at A*. Please C&C
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A dark shape. Drifting from rooftop to rooftop. This was Marco, Marco the master thief, Marco- the finest thief in France! No safe house was safe, no secure lockup secure enough. But, no, not tonight, for tonight Marco the master thief was on a mission to complete his collection of priceless articles. He was on the way to the louver to meet Mona Lisa.
He ran, panther like, through the darkness, slicing it as though a carving knife upon a well-cooked chicken. Slowing down to check for disturbances, Marco came to a halt outside a house on the street just behind his target. The only sound that reached his ears was the soft hum of the festival, people laughing, having fun. Marco smiled to himself- he was in his element, no one could beat him now.
Dipping his hand in the coal bunker to his right, he rooted around for the tools he knew were there. Yes, right there as he’d left them whilst on recon earlier that day. He levered himself up onto the roof, then using a long length of rope, created an easy escape route for later. Now for the trickier bit. He had to walk 10 metres along the top of a 2cm thick wall 10 metres from the floor. Marco closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and set off- it took all his acrobatic skill just to keep himself balanced. He neared the window, held 10 millimetres from touching the bottom of the frame with a small piece of wood. Just as he’s left it whilst posing as a security guard that day. This stopped the window from closing and effectively disabled the alarm on this particular window. He’d learned about how this particular technique (along with several others) worked during his brief spell with the gendarmes. It stopped the connectors on the window frame coming into contact with the ones on the pane of glass. Smart!
Sliding his penknife into the gap, he pulled the piece of wood form the gap, dropping it into his pocket so as not to leave any incriminating evidence on the scene. Marco slowly pushed the window upwards and slid in. He was now on floor 2 section F. Technically, Mona was directly above him, almost waiting to be stolen.
He was close but now was no time to get cocky, plenty of thieves before him had made that mistake. Only one out of every hundred cocky thieves managed to get away un-apprehended. Marco would not make that mistake!
He silently slid- an ice skater on a newly made rink, along the wall. He was directly below the CCTV camera and infra-red alarm sensor. Putting the two together was a very sloppy mistake on their part. He slipped the red AV out cable on the back of the camera out, simultaneously inputting the end of a separate device into the vacant AV in cable; he could now re-insert the AV out cable. His loop was enabled. All that the security guards would see now was the last ten minutes repeated over and over again. Some thick shaving foam took care of the IR sensor, making his movements undetectable by it.
Silently, Marco crossed to the stairs, ascending to floor 3, F. As he reached the last step, he looked to his right. There was a light! A faint light for sure, but a light nonetheless. It was looking as though someone else was already there. But no, not a security guard. They weren’t due in this area for another 5 minutes- they’d still be in section D.
Peeping around the corner he saw a black shape lifting the painting off the wall. It all seemed to go slow motion to Marco, the alarm trip wire stretched taut from the wall to the painting. ••••••! This amateur would get them both arrested. The wire snapped, unable to take any more strain and a loud screaming alarm shattered the dark silence…
The newcomer dropped the painting, startled. Marco turned and ran. He had about a minute to get out, no chance of escaping by his entrance point now. This place would be swarming with Gendarmes any moment. Turning left he dived through a window.
Glass splintered around him. As he cam into contact with the roof he’d fell upon, all the breath was knocked out of him. He was in the Rue de Rivoli. Hanging and dropping Marco landed on the cobbled street. Pulling off his outer clothes Marco mingled within the crowd in his now casual tourist clothes- all his equipment in his backpack. To the casual eye Marco was now the average Parisian tourist.
Whoever that idiot was had almost caused Marco to get caught. He’d have to pay…heavily.
it's the opening of a story which I may carry on. if I recieve enough input I may even make a comic...
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