Zax slowly and cautiously crouched along the rooftops as the sun set on the horizon. He placed his feet as carefully as possible, each step like the stitch in a wedding dress, slow and safe. He pulled the black hood over his balding green head as he neared his target. He leaped from the building he was on onto the slabs on the roof across the street from him. He almost slipped on the slanted surface, but maintained his balance by gripping onto the chimney. 

He carefully crept down until he was at the edge of the roof before he gripped onto the last few slabs and swung down onto the balcony. Zax carefully twisted the door knob before entering the second floor of the home and quickly rolling into cover. His eyes scanned the room, every now and then spotting something glinting in the dark and marking it down for later. He eventually moved across the room and began to gather the glinting objects in a large burlap sack. He began to rake through drawers and wardrobes after that and then searched under the large bed in the room after that. 

Zax slowly opened the door out into the house and then left the room and began to search and steal anything left lying around that he could find. He heard a large yell behind him and spun around to find that the family he had been told would be out of the house for the entire day was back early. Zax' eyes glanced to the left as the father of the family realized what was going on and prepared to draw the small sabre at his hip. As quickly as Zax had turned, he had ran. He leaped out of the open window to his left and rolled as he hit the street below. The father was quick to run down the stairs and out the door, following Zax as he escaped through the city. 

Zax had to give it to the guy, he was quick for an old guy. Every time Zax spun a corner or leaped over a crowd and onto a wall the old man was right there behind him, charging through the crowd like they were nothing. Zax was getting tired of this, he turned a corner before swinging the large sack filled with metals and precious objects around behind him, smacking the father in the face and sending him falling to the ground. Zax quickly made his escape via a nearby wall he scaled. He was left panting a few alleys away, he chuckled a little before checking the sack to see if anything was damaged. A few plates had smashed, but he probably wouldn't have been able to sell them anyway. Overall it was a pretty good heist in retrospect. He slung the large sack over his shoulder and made his way out onto the public street, his hood no longer over his head.