cyborgakadjmoose
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Easy marks; easy pickings. Pass up the hard marks; go for the easy swipe.
The tram released a deluge of bodies as it stopped at the station. Tram passengers were usually the least aware of their surroundings for the first few moments after stepping onto the platform; always concerned with schedules and arriving on time, not necessarily their wallets and valuables. It was common for many businessmen to pass through this station, often coming and going from their place of employment. Well off businessmen that stood out like a sore thumb in their freshly pressed suits and briefcases.
She had her hood up, of course. Not that it hid her horns, but it hid her face which was just enough to thwart most facial recognition programs. Her long coat obscured most of her tall frame as she walked along with the crowd, seamlessly submerging within the flow of bodies. She had her weapons ready to draw at a moment's notice, but such common theivery was beneath her; it lacked challenge, lacked daring. Where was the fun in forcing someone to give you their valuables when you could simply spirit them away and have them be none the wiser?
Ash saw a particularly well dressed businessman with a pair of large black wings folded behind his back. One of those bird-people that could sometimes fly. Eleslians? Alezianz? She couldn't remember the exact name of the particular species, for it mattered not. She navigated her way through the crowd, formulating her approach to the bird-man; his large wings would present a problem if she went in from behind. The front would be less of an obstacle, but then the risk at revealing her face was greater. She approached the bird-man slightly behind his left shoulder and bumped into him.
"Ooof. Sorry!" she said, her right hand discreetly reaching around him to brush his rear pants pockets with her nimble fingers. She instantly put up her left hand apologetically.
"Sorry sir!" she said . She moved away from the man, continuing her path through the sea of people to an alley not far off the main road. She stepped out of the crowd and took a casual right turn into the alleyway. She shuffled an object out of her right coat sleeve and onto her right hand; a leather wallet. She quickly placed the stolen wallet into a pocket on the inside of the large duffle bag that was drawn over one shoulder and across her chest.
"Thank you, Mr. Bird-man," she said quietly to herself, a grin forming on her lips.
The tram released a deluge of bodies as it stopped at the station. Tram passengers were usually the least aware of their surroundings for the first few moments after stepping onto the platform; always concerned with schedules and arriving on time, not necessarily their wallets and valuables. It was common for many businessmen to pass through this station, often coming and going from their place of employment. Well off businessmen that stood out like a sore thumb in their freshly pressed suits and briefcases.
She had her hood up, of course. Not that it hid her horns, but it hid her face which was just enough to thwart most facial recognition programs. Her long coat obscured most of her tall frame as she walked along with the crowd, seamlessly submerging within the flow of bodies. She had her weapons ready to draw at a moment's notice, but such common theivery was beneath her; it lacked challenge, lacked daring. Where was the fun in forcing someone to give you their valuables when you could simply spirit them away and have them be none the wiser?
Ash saw a particularly well dressed businessman with a pair of large black wings folded behind his back. One of those bird-people that could sometimes fly. Eleslians? Alezianz? She couldn't remember the exact name of the particular species, for it mattered not. She navigated her way through the crowd, formulating her approach to the bird-man; his large wings would present a problem if she went in from behind. The front would be less of an obstacle, but then the risk at revealing her face was greater. She approached the bird-man slightly behind his left shoulder and bumped into him.
"Ooof. Sorry!" she said, her right hand discreetly reaching around him to brush his rear pants pockets with her nimble fingers. She instantly put up her left hand apologetically.
"Sorry sir!" she said . She moved away from the man, continuing her path through the sea of people to an alley not far off the main road. She stepped out of the crowd and took a casual right turn into the alleyway. She shuffled an object out of her right coat sleeve and onto her right hand; a leather wallet. She quickly placed the stolen wallet into a pocket on the inside of the large duffle bag that was drawn over one shoulder and across her chest.
"Thank you, Mr. Bird-man," she said quietly to herself, a grin forming on her lips.