Tiny
Junior Member
Winona Fletcher had been sitting in Drive Brew sipping on a latte that tasted like mud for so long that the coffee had grown lukewarm. Decaf, of course, since jittery hands just wouldn’t do for a day like today. She glanced down at the book she’d grabbed to make herself seem inconspicuous. It was an anthology of Shakespeare’s tragedies that she occasionally highlighted purple or yellow intermittently.
The goal was to make her seem like any other college student in this town just trying to get some time to catch up on work. The cover also allowed her to glance out the large storefront window without suspicion. People would just think she was trying to distract herself from the schoolwork she ought to be focusing on.
Her outfit was low maintenance to match the illusion. A plain purple pullover that cropped at the stomach (covered by a black tank top underneath), some fitted dark grey sweats, and well-used black sneakers. She chewed on the yellow highlighter cap as her target finally came into view. He was flanked by two other men whom she neither knew nor cared about. After a brief moment she put her book and highlighter into her backpack, threw out the mostly full shitty cup of coffee, and was out the front door after her mark.
Win kept a fair amount of following distance so that she might not be spotted but also wouldn’t lose sight of her target. Her fingers found the pocketknife within her sweatpants that she fingered idly but didn’t draw. Her chase ended at an alley (of course) where the men looked briefly around before entering. Win walked by the alley quickly at first to see if there was anyone else down there. Nope. Just the same three.
Luke 'Baby Face' Stallman eagerly spoke to the other men with his back turned away from the entrance of the alley. Now was Win’s chance and she wouldn’t let it pass her by. With a black-gloved hand she drew her pocketknife and flipped out the blade. Movements as quiet as she could make them had her gliding forward poised to make her attack. This might be one of the easiest ones she’d get on the list. Baby Face was a low-level thug who probably never expected to have any sort of bounty on his head. He never thought to always make sure that he had a view on all entrances and exits. Never thought to avoid putting himself in a secluded area. Oh well, his loss was her win.
The goal was to make her seem like any other college student in this town just trying to get some time to catch up on work. The cover also allowed her to glance out the large storefront window without suspicion. People would just think she was trying to distract herself from the schoolwork she ought to be focusing on.
Her outfit was low maintenance to match the illusion. A plain purple pullover that cropped at the stomach (covered by a black tank top underneath), some fitted dark grey sweats, and well-used black sneakers. She chewed on the yellow highlighter cap as her target finally came into view. He was flanked by two other men whom she neither knew nor cared about. After a brief moment she put her book and highlighter into her backpack, threw out the mostly full shitty cup of coffee, and was out the front door after her mark.
Win kept a fair amount of following distance so that she might not be spotted but also wouldn’t lose sight of her target. Her fingers found the pocketknife within her sweatpants that she fingered idly but didn’t draw. Her chase ended at an alley (of course) where the men looked briefly around before entering. Win walked by the alley quickly at first to see if there was anyone else down there. Nope. Just the same three.
Luke 'Baby Face' Stallman eagerly spoke to the other men with his back turned away from the entrance of the alley. Now was Win’s chance and she wouldn’t let it pass her by. With a black-gloved hand she drew her pocketknife and flipped out the blade. Movements as quiet as she could make them had her gliding forward poised to make her attack. This might be one of the easiest ones she’d get on the list. Baby Face was a low-level thug who probably never expected to have any sort of bounty on his head. He never thought to always make sure that he had a view on all entrances and exits. Never thought to avoid putting himself in a secluded area. Oh well, his loss was her win.
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