It was a Saturday night around 2 O'clock in the morning. Bo was dressed wearing all black. Black pants, black hoodie jacket and black shirt under his jacket. His cheek bone was bruised from a fight the other night and he had a small cut on his face but nothing big. He had a glock handgun strapped to his hip but was covered by the jcaket. He slid the hood over his head as he walked along the street, looking for a good place to hit. Upon reaching a house he glanced around, looking inside of it to see a few things worth breaking in. So Bo tried to quietly open the door. Believe it or not, some idiots left the front door open. Nope. It was locked. He sighed, knowing he'd have to break in a window or find another way in. Then he remembered his pick lock stuff.

He pulled that out, returning to the front door and quietly unlocking the door. He removed the item, placing it back in his backpocket. He quietly stepped inside, closing the door behind him, making sure to be quiet. Bo looked around, taking a deep breath as he started to quietly tip toe around the house, picking up a few things that looked like he could get some money of them. Little did he know a cop lived here.