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The filth always congregated in the back-alleys at night. The dismal streets were silent save for the buzz of street lights and the occasional sounds of the drug addicts; Lau held no interest in the ones that were still awake.
He had used Ultranumb to enhance his sight and hearing, keen on picking out the slowed or laboured breath of anyone asleep or absolutely drugged out of consciousness. Sure enough, it didnât take very long to find someone with a near-stilled chest and pinpricks on both wrists. Lau stared down at the person, nothing but apathy in his eyes. There was no pity to be spared for those who purposely fell.
He briefly scanned over the alley; a few people watched him with vulture-like stares, but so long as none of them moved to stop him, Lau did not mind. A girl in particular stood out to him, though; she looked much better and alert than the rest in the alley. Was she a prostitute or something? Well, no matter. Sheâd be easier to fend off, should she intervene, than anyone who might crop up if he tried to find another target.
Satisfied that he would not be stopped, Lau crouched down to the unconscious individual and deftly began scouring through their pockets and belongings. He took everything that could be pawned off; he doubted the druggie would even wake up to miss their stuff.
Today was a slow night, nothing much happened except for her usual regulars coming to buy drugs from her, and even so it was merely a case of them handing over the money before snatching away their fix for the night, as if they were afraid she might try to cheat them out of it.Â
Well, at least until she saw the weird dude skulking around in the alleyway, her alleyway. What was he doing here, didnât he know that this was her teritory? Or was he just ignorant. Missy didnât believe that he was just an innocent person who wandered into a shady part of town, it would take a lot of convincing to get her to believe that story, if that was even the case. No, it was way more likely that he was up to no good.
She watched him like a hawk, perched on top of her normal spot upon a clean dumpster lid. If he tried anything suspicious, she would be onto him like a lion pouncing onto their prey.Â
âHey mask man! You think youâre so slick huh? Keep your greasy hands away from my friendâs pockets!â she called out the moment he bent down over the unconcious body of one of her customers who has been knocked unconcious by a mix of drugs and alcohol. No one was going to rob anyone, not on her watch at least.
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