The break in

Hank didn't have the face of a criminal.People told him that all the time when they learned about his past.It didn't bother him though because he never had been much of a showboat.He just wanted to complete each mission and attract the least amount of attention possible while vanishing into the night with the loot.He flew over the treetops but well below the radar of most folks.
He casually took another look at the house as he walked down the street.It had good ground coverage on both sides from its neighbours.A 6 foot fence on both sides with multiple trees and shrubs on the front lawn for view blocking.The fence ended where the front lawn began which was fine.Lighting was minimal so shadows should be small and obscure from afar.
The house itself was a two story brick home of at least 3000 sq ft.Which meant lots of bedrooms to ransack for jewellry and cash;as well,an office or two plus the basement to search for a possible safe.A large triple garage was built into the front of the home with a convenient side door alongside the fence-behind a tree to boot.A good point of entry although it meant 2 doors to go through instead of one.It was summer though and a window should be left open somewhere.Hell there were enough of them to lock up!
Hank suddenly noticed his shoelace was untied and putting his foot on the curb to his right he squatted to re-tie it.This coincided with the slow passing of a black mercedes which he made a special point of snobbishly ignoring.He knew how to fit in around here.With an air of authority and superiority he whipped his blackberry out of his back pocket,resuming his stroll down the block.
Another 100 metres and the street deadended in a cul-de-sac but from experience he knew there would be a footpath somewhere ahead connecting this street to the next.The suburbs were predictable and boring unlike Hank's neighborhood which had a lot of life and personality.Day or night he could get the kind of action he needed all while maintaining his razor sharp edge.
His phone vibrated violently in his palm momentarily exciting him.Reading the display he noticed a new text from Rorry:

-Its a go make yur move any time out-

Rorry was his street partner.He was the one who convinced Hank to get back in the game and to forget all that garbage about making an honest buck and suffering out a sad, broken existence.For what?Rorry was right.Nobody gave to shits about Hank when he was broke and boring,like them.Rorry had come up with the scheme himself.
Rorry spent several weeks in an upscale club downtown.He dressed the part and he spent money like gasoline,attracting all the highrollers he needed to make it work.He talked like them and walked like them.He even danced like them although he wasn't proud of that.He got in tight,fast with some of the regular couples.He got their phone numbers easy enough;along with their facebook pages.A little extra research never hurt even though it was not necessary.
Then, at the end of the night when they left the club, he followed them at a distance to locate their homes.He had a list of 4 places ready to go for Hank and all he had to do now for his end was keep in touch with Hank ,and hang out at the club .As long as they were at the club with Rorry they wouldn't be home anytime soon.He'd make sure of that.
Hank flicked the screen of his phone with anticipation,excitement mounting despite his gladiator training.He had a green light and for the first time in a while he was gonna do what the fuck he wanted.Turning his ringer off he gazed up at the sky,trying to discern when the sun would give up the ghost, and the fallen would rise again.
He slid out of his silent revery noting that he was halfway down the predictable,boring path to the next cul-de-sac. Strolling quickly down the street he scoped out the back of the target dwelling,noting the 'emergency escape route' and taking a mental picture.No dogs in the adjoining houses' yard ,from a casual look, so it seemed to be a winner.
Hank turned around and headed back the way he had come.As he walked an old familiar feeling crept up on him and then flooded through him in a rush.Adrenaline burned under his skin and he picked up his pace.Oh God here we go he thought and right then the plan was out the window.Fuck it!This shit was gonna be easy.
He approached the house at a quick walk using his peripheral vision to scout out the area for snoops but either way he was gonna do it.Inside his jacket pockets he slid on his gloves .Walking up the steps to the front door he knocked firmly and waited about 10 seconds.What a surprise that no one was home.He stepped forward in one smooth practiced motion:right hand on the knob then right hip slide check to door followed through by momentum with a slightly slower shoulder check with all the follow through of confidence and experience.The door opened as if opened from inside and his next step was right in, a quick spin and he shut the door behind him.