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She's been slipping through warehouses like this for years. Quiet and careful. Almost flawless.
Tonight… almost isn't enough.
A crate wobbles under her fingers, a faint scrape echoing in the otherwise vacant space.
She straightens, letting her eyes scan the shadows, hands steady. She's already planning her next move.
He presses the muzzle of his gun to the back of her head. A slow amused smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. "Well, well… someone thinks they're being sneaky, huh? You're gonna have to try harder than that, sweetheart."
She goes still for a second, the press of metal against the back of her head not drawing so much as a flinch.
Slowly, she exhales through her nose.
“If I wanted to be sneaky, you wouldn’t have noticed me at all.”
His aim doesn't waver but now there's a smirk in his voice.
"Yeah, anyone can say they're sneaky. Proving it is the difficult part, but whatever you say."
He takes a step back, keeping his aim sharp, the leather of his driving gloves crinkling against the grip.
"So, uh, why don't ya go ahead and turn around for me. Nice and slow."
She lets out a quiet breath like she’s giving in. “Alright, relax.”
Her shoulders loosen a little as she starts to turn, slow like he asked.
A second later she’s gone.
Her voice comes from behind him now, “You always this confident?”