Some dipshit just rolled up in the glass door of the dojo. About my height and fairly built, upright posture. Wore a skully cap and long sleeve light jacket on a fine August night, gloves. Had himself a striker baton in his hand. I was sitting on the couch tucked up to the left of the door in the front room. A buddy of mine I had invited by was sitting more in sight from the door tucked up to the right.
Dude quickly realized my friend was sitting there as he played a video game and looked up. Motherfucker bolted. He was unmasked and clearly not expecting to see anyone. He was clearly dressed and prepped for a little game of smash and grab. Whoever he was he was fast enough to be gone by the time we got up and out the door, quiet enough that I caught no footfalls.
Despite seeing that some of the lights were on and looking like a pro or at least fairly smart amateur he expected nobody to be in or he would not have stepped up. I sold my car today. It has sat out front announcing my presence every night for weeks lights on or off. I'm certain this guy had a plan and was specifically targeting the dojo. The first time my car was gone from its usual place seems like a bit too strong of a coincidence. We made him, but only my friend got a clear look at his face. I don't think he was even aware of me as I remained still. My plan if he swung was to spread a blanket to hand on the couch to cover the glass as I was barefooted. The rest is whatever.
I have no reason to believe he will be back soon, but I suspect he might try a do over at some point if he spots all the lights out when my car never comes back. Some of the weapons and equipment are quite valuable on the right market.
I may just arrange a surprise for him if he does. I don't need much light. Gonna have an interesting conversation with the sensei come tomorrow.
