My office got broken into

Sigh.

In today's installment in our series of RK's daily rants about her office situation, things took a turn for the, well, if not worse then more interesting: my office got broken into last night. Not the room where I shot The Weekly Wyat, but my second room, which functioned as storage and a pop-up office for my partner. The door had been busted - the frame by the lock was broken and out of place.

Three observations:

1. Nothing of value was taken, only a few energy drinks.
2. Finding other signs of forced entry around the building, the culprits had had an elaborate scheme: they had broken the lock at the bottom of the emergency exit (a spiral staircase to the roof), climbed onto the roof, found a maintenance hatch, broken that, dropped several feet (maybe 15) down to the stairway inside the building (the not-emergency one that people use every day to get into their offices), found the door at the end of the stairs to the space with the offices locked, broken the mail slot of said door, slid some utensil or long arm through the mail slot to open the door from the inside, located the one and only room they would break into, and bust the door with force.
3. The culprits are, definitely and with 100 % certainty, a particular gang of boys (age something between 11 and 15) that have been snooping around the property for a few days now.

I have now moved everything of value from the main room to home. Just in case these good-for-nothings have the arrogance to come back.

I mean... was this some social media challenge or something? What's wrong with today's youth? Have they no manners or respect for private property?

Are they chasing a high, or do they actually aspire to have a career outside the law?