Your heavy combat boots slap the pavement beneath your feet as they carry you across the wet ground. Filthy water droplets fly from their resting spots in the street's innumerable potholes.
Desperate for a break from the rain, you hunch under a creaky awning. You're just two blocks away now, and you're ready to commit the perfect crime.
Footsteps you recognize start to drift from around the corner, and you make yourself busy studying a hole in the building's stucco. You'll need the cops to recognize you at some point, but this is too soon.
Likely preoccupied with what he's going to eat on his next break, the policeman stomps past you without looking.
After this brush with danger, you take a deep breath. The plan is underway.