*it was a very uneventful night in Madrid, or so you’d think, as currently a report of a high class theif was reported at the Spaniard national museum, the theif in question was the infamous crimson paw, known to never have been caught, once she entered the museum she began to look around*
“Ahhh, this will be a cakewalk, just need to find some useful gems and paintings and make my getaway…. Ohh it’s you, guess I’m not as slick as I thought huh”
*the crimson paw would turn around and see a recognizable face, that of interpols top officer, Carmelita, a smug look on her face*
Exactly crimson paw. Now put those gems back. And come in quality unless you want a taste of my shock pistol.*Carmelita fox said has she pointed her gun at the crook. Her finger on the trigger.*












