I'm going to start this thing now, but I have to go away for the weekend so I won't be able to respond to any feedback left on friday until sunday...which sucks because I love attention.
This story is told from two different perspectives, from the theifs' and the cops'.

But this is the prologue.
3 weeks later.

"BULLSHIT!" LOLZILLA slammed his fist down hard on the steel interview room table, making ghyfty jump slightly in his seat.

He paused, walking slowly around the table, eyeing the suspect up. Questions wandered through his mind, "why is he lying? what's he trying to cover up?"

He stopped his slow, deliberate circle directly behind ghyfty, placing his hands on the back of the seat and leaning over him.

Another pause.

"Listen to me. You're in serious trouble here man, this isn't some unpaid parking fine we're talking here. This is grand larceny...and multiple counts of murder. At least three of those people were police officers."

The terrified suspect was still staring straight ahead, fixated on the door. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. He was shaking so much the chair itself was moving, squeaking occasionally on the bare metal floor.

'Zilla leaned closer in on him. So close he could see the sweat on his face.

"So don't you ever...ever, try to fuck with me."