A THIN PANE OF GLASS yielded to the strike of a garbage can, crumbling, raining shards upon the concrete and storefront, and the alarm screamed. A symphony of plinks sounded in the night as the pieces settled, crunched beneath his advance. A heavy boot perched at the lip of the window frame, and the black-clad assailant boosted himself inside. Now, both feet firmly on ground, he took his sweet time scanning the displays; cases upon cases of firearms, from the heavy-hitters to your one-handed peashooters.
If they weren’t gonna give him something to work with, he’d do it himself.
A creak of leather accented the slow pivot of his regard toward the rear of the store, and so he stepped, making for the counter– behind it, a wall lined with rifles, and shotguns. Likely none as good as his own, but it’d do for now. Raking a keen gaze over the selection, he reached, seizing a 12 gauge and weighing it in a single hand. Looking it over, his note was drawn to yet another.
SCREW IT– may as well stock up while he’s here. Would make this worth the pain in the ass.
Dragging out a duffle bag from behind the cash register and resting it on the counter-top, he cast the shotgun inside with a dull clatter, and after it, more soon followed. The next five minutes or so were occasionally punctuated by a CRASH or S H A T T E R as he left no display untouched, picking out from each what he wanted, paired with their respective ammunition and cartridges. Inspecting the contents of his haul, and consequently satisfied, he withdrew another 12 gauge and its ammo. Loading it up, and pumping it once, the mercenary took aim and blasted the alarm off the ceiling, thus silencing it at last.
Pleased, Reaper zipped up the bag and dragged it off the counter, heading back for the street.
Time for step two– shoot whoever asked questions.
Kate sighs, using both hands to move her hair behind her ears.
She was given the duty of night patrol, something she didn’t mind at all. It was nice to be on her own like this, although it was ridiculously boring. Tonight, she was given a district she wasn’t too familiar with, but she wasn’t complaining. The ride home would be fairly easy, so that was something to look forward to.
Yawning, she leans on her fist, surveying the ground below.
She feels herself dozing off, which she wasn’t too against. Leaning on her knees, she rests her forehead against her arm and shuts her eyes, allowing the quiet city to put her to sleep.
However, just as she began to fall asleep, there was a sudden crash. Scrambling awake, she reached for her bow and looked around, her eyes wide. Looking over the edge of the roof (and almost falling over), she hears an alarm going off, somewhere down the street. Turning to the right, she squints.
Taking her bow and grabbing her quiver, she quickly exits the roof via staircase, pulling her hoodie over her head.
At least the night had gotten somewhat interesting.
Jogging down the street, Kate made a note to be careful approaching the situation. Of course, it was common sense - but who robbed a store this late? And what did they even want?
Stopping at an alley, she quickly ducked in and knelt down, shaking her hoodie off. There were sounds coming from the building, mainly crashes and shatters. What was happening?
Moments later, the alarms stopped.
Moving towards the street, she drew an arrow from her quiver and readied her bow.
Footsteps were heard and she moved closer towards the street, ready to pounce at whoever - or whatever - was leaving the store.
After a moment of waiting, Kate quickly moved from the counter and looked to her side, noticing a man walking off.
There was no one else around - this guy was obviously her suspect.
“Stop!” She shouts, her bow pointed at the other.
