Omar is Coming

Omar sat patiently in the alley with a cigarette hanging from his lip. He was not really a big fan of them, but for some reason always had a pack on hand. There was something about them that just really calmed his nerves, especially before a robbery. On any regular day, he would smoke maybe two or three, but on nights like there... well he had a pile of about ten at his feet. He had been waiting all day, patiently, for his target to come by.

It was like clockwork, the owner of the store would carry out around two hundred fifty galleons to Gringotts every Friday night. He had been watching him for a long time, and he always went alone. In Omar's mind, he actually deserved this. Anyone who was naive enough to believe they could transport that kind of money without hassle was deserving of what he was going to do. Plus the man was horrible. Omar watched day in and day out as people who could not afford food would plead to get some scraps, and he always refused.

This was karma.

Taking a final drag off his cig, the man finally came out of the back. Omar grinned and flicked the cig into the alley. He did not care if they found his stuff, they wouldn't catch him anyways. He changed living quarters weekly, always a step ahead of the aurors who were after him. He knew what he was doing, and he actually liked to taunt the people who came to try and solve the mystery of Omar. He laughed thinking about it.

Not hesitating, he rushed from the alley, wand in his hand. Lightning fast, he was behind the man and his wand pushed directly into his neck. "Ain't it a shame?" Omar said with a laugh and pressed the wand into his neck a little harder. "Don't fret man, you ain't the first to get jacked by me. Do what I say and no one gets hurt, you feel me? Drop the bag on the ground and then drop to your kne..."

Before Omar could finish, the idiot went into action. Omar was trained, any movements like that sent him into action. He did not want to, but he had to. Omar's life was more important to him than this fools ignorance. Everyone wanted to be the hero, but no one knew when they had been defeated. "Avada Kedavra!" A light flashed, and the man fell to the floor lifeless.

"You should have known when you was got, man."

Not wasting any time, Omar picked up the bag and he made his way out of the area casually. He did not like to apparate because they could pick up on that, he preferred to get away on foot. Something they least expected.