Raptorus glared at news paper in his hands. “Mistress of Paint Portrait strikes again!” It read on the front page. It detailed the amazing theft of The Estonian Crown Jewels, by the thief known as Portrait, although the police were thoroughly convinced it was some kind of copy cat, as if such a thing was possible. Not that was the part the angered Raptorus, no he was glaring at a few words that were thrown around in the first paragraph. For you see, the paper had the gall to refer to Portrait, as “The World’s Greatest Thief”, and as if to put the nail in the coffin, Raptorus’s latest heist, was listed on the third page, with no word about him, despite him clearly leaving his usual calling card. Raptorus was appalled that some second rate cheater would be viewed as more skilled at theft than himself. And so he packed up his best suit and equipment and boarded a plane for England.
The art show was in the most generic artsy museum Raptorus had ever seen. The master thief nearly laughed at the clichéd feel of the whole thing. He wandered around, now wearing his tuxedo, talking to various guests asking to see Miss Grey in garbled English. Finally he bumped into someone who claimed to know the location of mysterious artist. Raptorus quickly handed her a note to be given to Portrait before rushing off. He had a wide grin on his face as he rustled through his pocket, so many wallets and yet not a single one was his own. As for his note…
“To: No class cheating thief Portrait
You’re no real master thief, you’re nothing but a clown looking for attention.
Want to prove you have real guts? Meet me at midnight outside the museum.
Wear your real formal wear.
From: The Greatest Thief alive
P.S.: Lady who’s reading this who shouldn’t be, I totally to your bracelet when I gave you this note, so suck on those eggs.