AN/ Hey hey! It's Emm! So I've had this in my iPad notes for quite some time-just something I was interested myself in reading, although I couldn't find another fanfiction like this online-and I just decided to publish it. I know I haven't published in a while, but the thing is I have so many chapters already written down. So I'm gonna try to upload as much of them as I can, and oh! I'm writing SOO many of my own novels! So please check them out on my fictionpress (Emmaleebear1), even though I think I only have one really bad chapter from like last year of one not-so-good plotline, But I promise I have so many ideas that I'm working on right now. So, ONWARDS WITH THE STORY!

Piper's POV

The alarms started blaring, making me groan. I mean, sure I like a challenge, sometimes. In fact, I live for challenges-why else would I be a jewel thief? But today of all days? I had a date later on to get ready for!

My body quivered with eager anticipation, though-disagreeing with my (very annoyed) brain completely. It awaited danger, getting ready for the adrenaline rush that always makes theft worth it.

The guards were catching up to me. Really, though, they were quite slow. It's a wonder how they all got appointed for the job.

I slowed down my pace, plastering on a mischievous little smirk that I perfected years ago with the help of my best friend, Leo. It always did the trick; the guards backed up a step, then hesitantly made their way to me again. The smirk said, "just try," and "don't even think about it!" But most importantly, it screamed that I knew a secret that they didn't-one that could potentially help me against them.

Two of the guards took out their tasers. Idiots, I thought. Their stances were horrible. I bet I could take them out without even trying. The rest just watched to see how this would play out, no doubt wanting to save their cowardly asses. One guard was talking fast into his walkie-talkie, giving orders to the security about where we were, which exits to block off, blah blah blah. He talked in code, with nonsense words, syllables and all.

Little did they know, that their code speech was SO EASY to steal and pick up. So apparently exits 1-8 and 13 were out. Bummer.

I supposed the other exits would be on the other side of a sea of blue uniforms and cheap flashlights. But what other choice did I have? If I wanted to get out of here alive and un-captured (preferably with the big fat diamond in my hand) I would have to find a way past them. Then I could contact the Freaks and we could get the hell out of here.

I disarmed the tasers off the men easily, using the weapons myself to knock them out. One in each hand, I took out half the team without even breaking a sweat. I suppose training really does pay off.

I had a bit of trouble with the rest. I assumed they knew and fought with each other very well, because they moved like a team. They weren't perfect, like us, but they were synchronized enough that it did take more out of me. But still, I was surrounded by unconscious bodies by the count of five minutes.

I stopped to think. Which direction should I go? The twins should be waiting outside, but we had originally decided on exit 2. Which exit would they choose as a back up? And then the answer hit me, and I felt so silly for even thinking the question. Of course the self absorbed twins would choose the house number for their family-cabin eleven.

I quickly dashed to the left, my feet knowing how to take me to 11. I only ran into three guards, all of whom were easy.

When I reached the exit, I stopped. I took my knife, Katoptris (obviously stolen before from a museum. I carry it all the time-you never know when a knife might come in handy) and dragged it against the wall. The slashes made letters, formed into words. "WE HAVE COME," it read, with a crudely drawn crown beside it. The crown was my symbol, the one that separated me from the other Freaks; the words were always left in a theft scene. It recognized the crime as one of ours. Like dogs peeing on the ground, I supposed. We were marking our territory with our destructive piss.

Percy, the heir to the Freaks, drew a trident with his blade, Riptide. His girlfriend Annabeth left a token-a small (fake) silver coin with an owl and the letter "A" on it. Thalia made a zigzag pattern that made a lightning bolt, Leo a charred something (he basically just lit something on fire, which was his favourite passtime) and added a scrap piece of metal sometimes, the Stoll twins (ok, so maybe they aren't actually twins. But they sure as hell look and act like them) left a different fake ID every time, and that was that. We all had a symbol, and mine just so happens to be the crown.

On group efforts, such as the thievery Annabeth, Thalia and I did last month together, we left a silver coin, but on one side there was a lightning strike, and on the other, a tiara. We tend to do these things a lot, for instance, Percy and I wrote "Poseidon, king of seas" one time, to symbolize royalty (me) and the sea (Percy).

A noise made me turn, and I saw thirty men charging towards me. I laughed, amused that they thought they could take me. And then just slipped out the door. Really, there's no need for windows if you've already been caught.

I saw the van, and raced towards it. I gave the tap code (just my name. No one knew it anyway: they just saw me as "The Crown.") The door opened up, revealing Travis.

"Get the diamond?" He asked. He wriggled his eyebrows and sized me up, looking for places I might hide it.

I opened the hidden pocket of my cloak, and the light glinted off the gemstone. Travis smiled wickedly, as his brother Connor whooped. He had already started driving, heading for the Guild. I leaned back and closed my eyes, finally letting myself relax. The stone was stolen and I had claimed it-no claim no gain, that was our rule. I made it, and now all of us at the Guild had at least a couple days of no missions to look forward to.

The diamond would provide for our training and staple necessities-swords and shields included. We'd even have enough left to invite a few more non-accomplished criminals into the Guild. It's a good job, and when you're desperate enough for food, what lengths wouldn't you go to?

As the van reached their camp out, I got more and more excited. I had a claimed a pretty large steal on a solo mission! So when the car doors finally opened, I held my chin up high and went to greet my family.