The man stood in the shadows, his heart racing, as he watched the building. He had meticulously planned the heist for months, and the time had finally come to make his move. He adjusted the black mask over his face and checked that his tools were in order - the drill, the lock pick, and the stun gun. He double-checked the notes he had taken on the building's security system and knew exactly where to look for the safest entry point.
With a deep breath, he made his way up the fire escape and onto the roof. He moved swiftly and silently, careful not to make any noise. His eyes darted around, scanning the area for any cameras or guards. Satisfied that he was alone, he made his way to the locked door leading to the stairwell. With a few quick turns of his lockpick, the door clicked open.
As he moved down the stairs towards the target, his heart pounded in his chest. He had never stolen anything before, but the tantalizing allure of a big score had been too much to resist. He was a man on a mission now, determined to see it through to the end.