//------------------------------// // Heist // Story: Timberwolves Take Over the World // by CluelessBrony //------------------------------// Trixie was crouching behind a bush, wearing the ski-mask she had grabbed from her home on the way out. Across the cobblestone street was the Royal Canterlot Museum of Magic. It was dusk, and the museum was in the process of closing down. Ponies were trotting out with happy smiles on their faces, and security guards were locking up the doors and the windows. Trixie wasn't concerned. A wizard of her calibre would have no trouble breaking into this museum! The security guards finished locking up the museum. Trixie could see the day guards leaving and the night guards leaving through a utility door. There were very few night guards left inside the museum. Trixie rubbed her hooves together, cackling gleefully. Now, she had to wait for it to get darker, then, she would strike. An hour passed, and Trixie was getting impatient. The sun was taking its sweet time cresting the horizon. Finally, it disappeared from view, plunging the land into darkness. She jumped up from behind her bush and ran towards the museum, leaving an azure streak that would make Rainbow Dash jealous. She crossed the cobblestone street and skidded to a stop in front of the locked utility door. Trixie smiled. This will be too easy, she thought. Levitating a screwdriver and a bobby pin out of her bags, she jammed them both into the lock ad got to work. After a few moments, the door swung open on oiled hinges. She stepped in. As soon as her hoof crossed the threshold, she heard a shout from beside her. "Hey, you, what do you think you're doing in here?" She turned her head to the left. She hadn't noticed that there was another hallway branching off the one she had entered. A guard was standing there, flashlight in his magic and blue security cap on his head. She needed to shut him up before he attracted more guards. Trixie cast a basic sleep spell, and the stallion slumped to the ground, unconscious. She picked him up and moved him outside the utility door, placing him in a trash can placed beside the exit. While placing him inside, he opened his eyes. "Hey, get me outta here!" Drat, Trixie thought. I guess I need more practice with that spell. She picked up the trash can lid and hit the stallion over the head with it. I guess I'm doing it the old fashioned way. Trixie places the lid on the trash can and walked back into the building, quietly closing the door behind her. She made her way down the hallway, towards where the orb she was planning to steal was being held. It was on display in the 'Ancient Artifacts' wing of the museum. She wondered what sort of anti-theft precautions were in place. Trixie carefully opened up a door and peeked into the Ancient Artifacts wing, expecting some sort of defences. Nothing. Trixie frowned. This had to be a trick. She opened up the door fully and stepped in. Trixie suppressed a yelp of surprise as a cold liquid splashed over her. Twirling around, she searched for the perpetrator of the crime. Lying on the ground was an empty bucket. Seriously?! All they have for defences is a lousy bucket of water?! Wait, what's that smell...? Trixie sniffed. It smelled like gasoline. Why did it smell like gasoline? She heard a sound coming from the ceiling and looked up. A small panel had opened up, dropping a lit match. Oh, damn it all... --- Trixie walked into her shack, slamming the door behind her. She took off her hat and threw it. It soared threw the air, wisps of smoke trailing in its wake. It hit the back wall and landed on the floor. The wall where it hit was stained black with soot. The mare took off her saddlebags and reverently placed it on her bed. She went to take a bath. The orb in her saddlebag glowed.