One of my friends from college I have long since lost touch with kept having a bunch of his shit stolen/attempted stolen from his family's shop a little over ten years ago. It's not in the best part of metro Detroit. Things were real bad, recession and all. People's aluminum siding getting stolen when they're on vacation kind of bad.
Some back story. This guy I met in college and was friends with, I had no idea he was like 7 years older than me after knowing him for a year, went wheeling with him all the time. And he was an Army Ranger. Turns out he got shot in Kosovo or some shit and left because he was kind of gimpy. The only reason I ever knew is one day I saw the big ****ing knife he wore under his right shoulder blade and asked him about it. He said something like "They trained me to do things with this knife that will either makes things way better or way worse" and of course I had to ask a billion questions. Never talked about it, no tattoos, not even free military license plates on his vehicles. Probably why I was friends with him is we were both the same kind of hillbilly and neither of us drank. He was a little crazy though. One time, I watched him climb up a tree like a monkey after a raccoon. Hand-to-hand combat with a racoon in a pine tree. Yeap.
Anyway, I set him up with security cameras (the people were orchestrated, disguised, pros, but cameras were only so good back then). Then I got him set up with some burner cellphones for GPS tracking.
They stole his Grandpa's K5 (I want to say a 79 with a SBC 400, and way too clean, but I forget). One guy cut the fence (and smooth about it, just unlaced the wire instead of cutting each link) while another guy cut the bollards off with a torch set. Backed in with a rollback. Used other bollards and tackle to winch other crap out of the way. Jimmied the hood open and unplugged the battery on the K5. Then winched the K5 right up on the rollback. Put one of those Cushman yard trucks up there also, rolled it on snowmobile rollers after lifting it up onto them using a high-lift jack. Whole thing took 30 minutes. That sent them over the edge (up until that point, it was all insurance taken care of).
My friend went with his brother to pick up the K5. They came back with a K5 on the rollback that was used to steal from them and a 30' tri-axle trailer filled with most of the shit that had been stolen from them over the prior 3 months. They brought back shit that wasn't even theirs including 3 driver's licenses. I asked him about it. He said "Raymond K. Hessel". I pressed him for more information and he said to me, "what's the first rule about Fight Club?"