The moon had just started to shine brightly in a cloudless sky when Tracy, the city's infamous catburglar was tiptoeing around the abandoned Sterling family residence. This would be a rewarding yet easy haul, as the ultra-wealthy family was on vacation in the Maldives. Between jewelry and incriminating corporate secrets, Tracy would be uncovering a treasure trove of items she could resell on the black market.
To avoid detection, Tracy was wearing her signature black vinyl skintight catsuit. It shimmered in the moonlight which penetrated the large windows of the estate. Tracy's sleek movements were rendered silent by the tight-fitting gear which accentuated her slender physique.
This was definitely not Tracy's first night doing this. She had planned and executed dozens of other high-profile robbieres much like this one in the years prior. She was skilled and she knew that. Maybe trusted her abilities a bit too much, as she forgot one crucial detail. She had unknowingly tripped a silent alarm while breaking in through the bathroom window. This meant that the police were informed of Tracy's actions from her first step via live feed from multiple surveillance cameras. Officer Sarah Walker was the first to arrive at the scene, alone, as she was just about to end her shift.
"Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!", Sarah shouted. Tracy was taken aback by this sudden exclamation. What did she miss? An alarm maybe? She dared not look back to see who was there, as it was sure to be the police. Tracy raised her arms and hands above her head, standing still. It has suddenly gotten quite cold in Tracy's catsuit gear.
Sarah slowly advanced toward Tracy. "Are you carrying weapons or sharp objects on your body?" Tracy cleared her throat hesitantly. "No." "Okay, I'm gonna pat you down now. Don't move." As the officer's hands moved over her body, Tracy slowly regained her confidence. She began running through possible escape scenarios in her head.
Stacy retrieved her handcuffs from her belt. She moved Tracy's arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists, which were exposed, not quite covered by the black catsuit. Tracy's Miranda rights were read to her. "Now you stay right here, I'm gonna call backup and get the crew here to secure the crime scene." This was Tracy's window of opportunity. Once unguarded, she could slip out the way she came, through the bathroom window, provided that she could slip out of these handcuffs. She'd need a hairpin, but the bathroom was sure to have one. Ha! While not getting the loot she wanted, at least she wouldn't be caught this time. Tracy smiled. "Well well. You think these handcuffs are enough for me?", Tracy said. "I'm better than that. I've never been caught before. I know my way out of any situation. Trust me." "Well, if you insist.", Sarah replied.
Sarah had enough. It has been a long day, and now this? She looked around. They were in the spacious living room with furniture guaranteed to be worth more than the yearly department budget. Sarah spotted a dining table near one corner of the room. She grabbed Tracy by the upper arm and led her to the table. Sarah's annoyance started to show. She pulled out a chair from the table and motioned Tracy to sit on it. "Stay there."
"This yours?" Sarah pointed to a small black duffel bag in the other corner of the room. Tracy replied, "Yeah." Sarah went over and unzipped the bag. She went through the items in the bag -- standard burglary tools she has seen many a time in her career. Among the lockpick, ice sprays, and electronic hacking gadgets, she noticed a roll of sturdy duct tape. Perfect. Tracy would pay for ruining her evening like this, Sarah thought.
"I'm gonna have to restrain you while I secure the crime scene. Normally, my partner would watch over you. As you see, I'm alone right now." With the duct tape in hand, Sarah went over to the chair Tracy was sitting on. "Hey, is that my duct tape?" Wait, what? Tracy didn't anticipate that the officer would actually react to her (now) foolish taunt. This was completely unexpected.
