[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

Noel looked around. The tube was quiet. An old lady here, a bumbling foreigner there, nothing too intriguing. He continued to scan the train station... until he saw the one. A man in a suit. He had dark, slicked back hair and a leather briefcase. The suit he wore cost no less than 5000 pounds. Noel had learned in his time that stereotypes work; if a man looked rich, he was probably rich. But he was n't rich enough to avoid taking the tube in the late hour of the night. This meant no potential team of lawyers to deal with, should Noel get caught. Perfect target. 
 
 He could go for the gold watch on the man's right wrist, but that would be too easy. He wanted a challenge tonight! All it took was one quick look at the man, and Noel had gathered all of the information he needed to know. The man wore his watch on the right, as well as holding the briefcase on the right. That meant he was most likely left handed. His valuables would, therefore, be in his back left pocket. 
 
 Now was the timing. Noel got up right as the train came into the station and swiftly moved beside the target. 
 
 Wait. 
 
 The man moved closer and closer to the edge of the track, watching the train get slower and slower. 
 
 Wait. 
 
 Noel moved 5 meters closer to the point where he was only an arms length away. He placed himself on the man's right, slightly behind him. 
 
 Wait. 
 
 The train came to a stop. `` This stop, Table Station'' the announcer declared. 
 
 Now! 
 
 Noel's motion was swift and fluid. He brushed the suitcase, making the man shift his balance to his right. This exposed his back left pocket. Noel reached with his hand and... got it! A beautiful dark leather wallet, fat as a pig! Noel quickly withdrew back to the edge of the platform, away from the train, as the man entered the car, unsuspecting. The doors closed. 
 
 A rush of blood ran though Noel's face in excitement... until he looked at the wallet. Inside was nothing but a thick white cloth with the words `` YOU'RE GOING TO NEED THIS'' marked on it, in red ink. Noel was perplexed. 
 
 `` Next stop, Turn Station'' 
 
 Noel became dizzy, he looked down, and saw a stain on his white t-shirt. The stain was getting larger. 
 
 
 
 
 

