'Stop! Thief!'<br/>The young man raced through the crowded bazaar, acrobaticaally dodging the people in the market, launching himself of a stall and landing on a canvas roof. He sighed to himself, and took out his prize.<br/>'All this for an apple?' Troy whispered to himself. The loyalty of the guards to the merchants was astonishing, almost as if it was their second source of income. It probably was, now that Troy thought about it.<br/>A sickening rip tore through the sheet Troy lounged on as a blade cut through it, intent on dissecting the thief. Troy reacted quickly, launching himself up, then bouncing to the stall across the way. His feet hit the sheet that covered the roof, and he again soared into the air, aiming for the centre of the street.<br/>'Better luck next time, my friends,' Troy said, with a sly smile as he sprinted through the crowd, leaving the confused guards behind