Throngs of people bustling around the crowded city, teenage girls carrying shopping bags, business men hold briefcases, women wearing pearls and carrying expensive bags. The air in Times Square is alive with the morning buzz and hubbub. I set my sights on one woman, wearing a faux fur coat, sporting diamond earrings the size of dinner plates. She’s also carrying a black purse, slung across one shoulder. Her purse looks easy enough to swipe. I shiver as a gust of wind breezes past me. I slip through the crowd of people, careful not to draw any attention to myself as I make my way towards her. Drawing a small blade from my sleeve, I quickly but gently saw through the material hold the purse. Before anyone can notice me, I melt back into the shadows of the alleyway closest to me. Hiding the purse in my coat, I run towards an abandoned, run-down building with ivy crawling up the front.