| Wrong Suspect |
There was nothing more unflattering to her than the dark, bland attire she was required to wear when on a job. While it was not flattering to her figure, it did allow her to blend in with shadows provided by the dark sky that night. It had been a good few blocks now that she had been tailing a woman, one who she was positive was worth quite a large sum of cash.
If she managed to bring her in, she'd be rolling in well earned cash, and wouldn't need to work for at least a few weeks. While it was unlikely that the bounty in question would be roaming the streets so openly like this, she was not mistaken -- it was most definitely her.
The woman responsible for the murder of two adults, one child, and had managed to avoid arrest for nearly a year now. The recognition she would receive for accomplishing this would be well deserved - this was dangerous, and she took that into consideration as she rounded a corner, gaze trained on the woman who was now just a few paces ahead of her.
The street they had taken was empty -- not a soul was in sight, which was normal considering they were now on a backstreet, which was only lit by one dim streetlight. It was the perfect opportunity to make her move.
Gaining distance quickly, yet stealthily, she remains close to the buildings that gave her more coverage than walking in the middle of the road would. From what she could perceive, the woman was ignorant to her as she closed in on her -- moving in, an arm swiftly hooks around the woman's neck from behind, her grasp tight and leaving no room for escape.
"You've walked freely long enough now, -- I'm taking you in."