@twitchydriver - Liked for a starter from my criminal AU!
’The Professional’ was unnervingly quiet as she gestured into the back of the van, striding to the front in order to take a seat next to the getaway driver. Wordlessly, the woman nodded ahead, a sign he should start driving. Despite not having the police after them, she really wanted out.
The observant of you would notice the blood on her white shirt and black blazer (and dress shoes, but she hadn’t even spotted that yet), and the fact that out of the team of four, two, including Jane, had returned. Though the bags of ice were all safely in the back.
After placing on her seat belt, once more without a sound, she removed her mask- a brown bear smoking a cigar, its teeth partially bared on one side- and set it down at her feet. Her gaze caught her bloodied gloves, expression rather blank as she then looked to her shirt. “Do you have any wipes in here?”
