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                 “RRRRIIIINNNGGGG!” The alarm of a small jewelry store broke 

the quiet night air a few blocks away from Time Square. A minute later, 

that alarm was joined with the scream of police cars responding from every 

direction. As the flashing blue and red lights closed in on the scene of the 

crime, the FBI agent in charge of this investigation smiled to himself from 

the passenger’s seat in the unmarked unit. “There’s no way he can escape 

this time, we’ve got him surrounded.” he thought to himself. He had been 

after this thief for almost 6 months but still, nothing. “Set up a perimeter!” 

he commanded as he leapt out of the car; gun drawn and in position; he 

was ready. But as he focused his gaze upon the area lit up by the squad cars 

spotlights, he noticed a small hole in the glass with a brick next to it. He 

walked up to it, and examined the note he found tied to the brick “Maybe 

next time, detective.” it read with a smiley face at the bottom. Just then, 

dispatch reported that there was another burglary alarm sounded at a 

jewelry store across town. “AHH!” the detective yelled as he chucked the 

brick into a nearby dumpster in rage. He had been tricked...again. 

Bear was the agent assigned to this case over 6 months ago. 

However, this burglar was no bum off the streets; he was perfect. 

The thief had made a name for himself “The Golden Thief” because 

of his perfect reputation and affinity for gold jewelry. Bear was near 

his breaking point. The ordinarily cool, calm, and collected FBI 

agent had become high-strung, short-tempered, and obsessed. 

However, just as he was about to throw in the towel on the case 

(something he hated to think about) there was a tip left 

anonymously that there would be a robbery of a high-profile Wall 

Street investor in 2 weeks. By the time the agent had got to the 

end of the letter, he was already flying through the office; assigning 

numerous agents to find out more. Within an hour, he had a list of 

every possible target, complete with their address, net worth, and 

layout of their apartment. “Ahh, the National Security Agency (NSA) 

has pulled through for us again.” he thought to himself as he 

grinned at the sight of the stack of information.

The next day, Bear and his small team had narrowed down the 

list of possible targets to only three. There was not very much 

data on them, so Bear enlisted some more help from his buddies 

down at the NSA. This time, however, Bear would have some 

fun. They allowed him to watch as a drone pilot flew so high 

above New York that people couldn't see the aircraft. Luckily, the 

multimillion dollar cameras on it could count the freckles on a 

person’s cheek from across the country. They made a few 

passes and took photos of the inside of the apartments. Then, 

they turned on the microphones of the three investors’ cell 

phones and listened-in as they met with their bank consultants to 

discuss their finances. A few hours late, Bear knew everything 

there was to know about these people. He took the information 

back to the office to choose which target he and the local police 

would stake out in two weeks.

The information gathered was spread across the large table in the briefing room as Bear and his 

fellow agents sifted through it and weighed their options. The first investor, a large, and very 

powerful man, had a net worth upwards of three billion. Most of the agents chose him. However 

Bear knew more than they did. When he watched the drone circle the man’s apartment, he 

noticed that it was a penthouse, but more importantly, there were far more people than a 

typical home. Bear learned that this man had a private army, essentially, and kept his 

apartment virtually locked down at all times. “No, there’s no way our “Golden Thief” is dumb 

enough to take on an army of ex-military hulks packin’ M-4’s and Bowie knives.” Bear 

responded as he puffed his large cigar through his curled lips.

    “Okay then, how about the second investor, the woman.” another agent asked.

    “Ah yes, the ‘Woman of Wall Street’ as they called her.” Bear thought to himself. However, as 

he examined her information more closely, he noticed that, although successful, was not of the 

same caliber of these other potential targets. She was worth a mere $23 million. For a flawless 

thief looking for his biggest score yet, that’s chump change. They moved on to the third and 

final option. This guy was young; 23 years old, and already worth more than $250 million. Bear 

remembered this kid.

“Who’s this guy?” a younger agent asked.

“He was a math wiz who graduated college really young, and all that other jazz. The guy made 

investments like it was second nature, and the payouts were historic. The kid, however, is just 

that: a kid. Sure he’s living on his own, set for life and then some. But he doesn’t know what to 

do with his money. He couldn’t spend it all so he bought a bunch of gold…” Bear stopped himself 

mid-sentence. All of the agents realized what it meant at once and looked at each other. This 

was the target. Bear smiled, taking a final puff of his cigar. “Gear up, gentleman, we have some 

work to do.”

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