Fighting her way through the crowd had proven to be more difficult than she expected.  They were like a wall that pushed back and changed as she tried to push past them.  Hands grabbed at her but she twisted and turned so they could not take hold.  Behind her, she could hear shouting and then....a gunshot.  Instinctively, Clara flinched and ducked, making herself less of a target.  To her surprise, there was only one shot but it was followed quickly by a pained roar and the smell of warm copper.<br/><br/>Someone had shot Hanz.<br/><br/>Her steps slowed for half a heartbeat.  Should she go back and help him?  He had tossed her like a rag doll into a tree.  With hardened resolve, Clara gave one last shove and broke free from the small crowd.  Running would only draw attention to her so despite every instinct in her body screaming at her to<b>run</b>, she shoved her hands into her front pockets and strode purposefully away from the gathering, her head lowered just enough to hide her face.<br/><br/>Shrieks and screams of horror from behind her brought her shoulders up higher, trying to reach her ears and block out the sounds of terror from behind her.  She wanted to look back, to see what had happened, but that was only asking for trouble.  What she needed to do was get away from the scene of the crime, steal a wallet like she'd originally planned, and find some food.<br/><br/>Keeping her head down, Clara beelined for the park and the playground she'd spotted earlier.  It was far emptier than it had been less than fifteen minutes ago.  Spooked parents must have gathered up their precious offspring and headed home.  She only needed one though, only one unattended bag with a wallet inside.  A small bit of cash had the potential to drastically change her fortune.  Add in a credit card and she knew she'd be just fine.<br/><br/>Clara slowed as she approached the playground, just a young woman going for a stroll around the park.  Her eyes landed on a forgotten stroller parked by a bench.  An overstuffed diaper bag hung from two little clips on the bar.  Casually, she looped around the path, doing her best to look like she belonged.  There was a brown leather wallet embossed with some designed logo tucked carelessly along the side; she could see it perfectly.<br/><br/>As she passed by the bench, one hand slipped into the bag.  Without breaking stride, Clara removed some cash from the pocket that contained it and quickly slipped a credit card from the back of a slot, hedging her bets that it wasn't frequently used and wouldn't be missed as quickly.  Only a few steps away when her theft was completed, she tossed the wallet into the baby seat set on top of the actual stroller.  Perhaps the poor mother would chalk it all up to baby brain.<br/><br/>Slipping her ill-gotten gains into the back pocket of her borrowed jeans, Clara kept walking.  Next item on the to-do list was find somewhere to sit down and enjoy a hot meal.  A diner, perhaps.