Karma Khameleon Kaper

Karma clung to the ceiling in the museum, having gone completely motionless and camoflauged for the last two hours the place was open, and then two hours longer while the staff cleaned up and locked the place down. Arming the security systems and leaving only the single night guard to wander the place with a flashlight. One eye looking at the far door, the other at the closer door waiting for him to pass... And then dropping silently onto the tiles below. She made a low amused rumbling noise as she strolled confidently over to the glass case holding the exhibit of the week. Some old ladies crown form some time in the past, point was it was gaudy and golden and had gems and stuff on it. A smile crept over her face as her tail lashed from side to side.

Her tongue shot out at surprising speed and force, smashing a hole in the glass while sticking to it at the same time pulling it out instead of letting it drop inward, as she spit it onto the floor she crouched on the floor, tail swaying through the air before darting forward to wrap around the crown...Setting off a loud alarm right as she leapt skyhigh onto the roof and started to skitter along the stonework up to the skylight, one by one the windows were being sealed off by metal shutters.

She stabbed the centermost one with a knife, letting the glass fall and darted out through the opening into the night beyond. A mirthful hiss as she slunk over to the side of the building and oncemore performed an impressive leap, out and into the river below where she swum expertly along for several minutes and put some nice distance between her and the museum.

"Kekeke, it's too easy. Everything designed to keep people out because of all the big meatheads, so little to keep them in." She said to the night air as she took the crown (Now soggy) and slipped it into a canvas bag to drape over her shoulder like a cliche. She had a decent ways to go to get to the hideout, and both eyes were looking in seperate directions as she slunk down the nearly empty streets of a less than rich part of town.

A few thugs stepped out of the alleyway, but when her knife leapt into her tail they abruptly decided it wasn't actually worth seeing the contents of the bag. She supposed a hero might be arriving at the crime scene right now, or investigating it already if they were nearby. But she only had three blocks to go before she could duck inside to safety and say hello to her friends and dry off. What could possibly go wrong? Probably nothing. She was the best afterall!