She exhaled heavily, her head turning further as she heard a familiar swear from behind. Her body barely rotated, allowing her just enough view to see who it was. That guy from earlier? How long had she let Thad distract her? She caught him as he kicked the tire, stifling her urge to laugh as he seemed to fume with frustration. It was difficult to say what he could have possibly been upset about. He had just survived a disaster in an enclosed space - or so she thought considering his previous position on the tail of an ambulance. It wasn't long before he skulked away with a sour look on his face. Must have been having a rough night.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell back to the car he left behind. It didn't seem to have any problems and it was clearly his with the way he lingered and kicked it. She snaked her glance back over to him as he faded away out of sight. With a light smirk, she took in his silhouette. There was something a little different about him - something in the way he walked or held himself, she wasn't all together sure. It had been a long time since someone caught her attention for more than a fleeting moment. Her look remained steady as she stepped towards the vehicle, double checking her surroundings before peering inside. Empty. It looked pretty new and even a little geared up for a civilian car. Her appeal collapsed as she realized, '<span style="font-style: italic">it's a fucking cop car</span>.' she sneered. With a huff she stepped back, debating whether or not to go through with her intentions. Even with a whirl of fun itching to be released, thoughts and second guessing too over. Her lips twisted a second longer as she finally made up her mind. Another close inspection before turning, leaning against the door softly, quickly thrusting her rear against it to sound the alarm. But nothing. No sound, no alarm. She looked back in surprise, bumping it once more time.<br/><br/>"What the hell kind of cop car doesn't have an alarm on it?" she muttered.<br/><br/>A new plan was needed since the first worked so well. So much for playing innocent and getting someone else to handle everything. It took her a moment, scanning her environment before focusing on a certain device. She began walking slowly around the crowd with her eyes peeled. Something like an explosion surely had to let off some debris.<br/><br/>Finally, a thin metal strip from the frame of the door caught the light, glinting in the spinning lights around them. It was narrow with an angle cut on one end as though it had been ripped from it's bindings. The pointed end was facing her just within arms reach, but openly confined within the yellow strips. This presented some of a challenge. How could she get it without being too obvious?<br/><br/>The gears turned in her head as something finally came to her. She crept up behind the cluster of people, squeezing between and lowering herself near the tape. A denim clad leg was pressed right up against the smooth strip, standing in perfect position if she executed properly. A swift punch to the back of his knee and he toppled forward with another in his grasp. In the same moment, she bent forward as though to have fallen prey to his poor balance, her hand slipping over the skinny metal.<br/><br/>"Hey, get back. All a'ya, now." The police man commanded, his hand flapping to press them back.<br/><br/>A few swears and grumbled followed but she had what she needed. Not her most graceful play, but it wasn't about show this particular night. The pointed shaft was tucked beneath her jacket, crossing her arms to hold it us as she walked back over to the car. Before attempting further, her eyes peered around, careful not to draw unwanted attention in a moment like this. A plan this open could either work really well, or not at all. Either there was an fair amount of distraction for her to succeed and carry on about her illegal business, or there wouldn't be enough and someone with an authoritative hand may take notice. She hoped for the former.<br/><br/>Slinking around the other side, she pried her finger tips over the metal, already remembering how much she hated this part. Slipping her other arm up and out of her coat, she rested it along the roof, wedging the tip between the rubber seals. She wiggled it back and forth for a couple minutes, finally slipping it through to where its shiny tip could bee seen inside the window.<br/><br/>Her concentration was broken as a young man stepped back from the crowd, stalling as he caught her eyes. She ceased her movements, resting her arm along the top against the her spear more flush as she arms laid.<br/><br/>"Need some help?" he asked with a charming smile.<br/><br/>She simply shook her head, smiling past him into the crowd as things seem to finally dissipate a little, plenty of people still filming. He insisted he attend her as she sternly denied, her eyes flicking toward him after wavering up in thought.<br/><br/>"I'm just waiting for my husband. He always likes to stay and see what happens." she smirked.<br/><br/>His charm melted away at his luck of reaching for another married woman. If only he had no morals. A light shrug and he was on his way, her eyes rolling after him before driving her weapon of choice a little further until it finally hit her mark. A light click and the car thwumped, unlocking everything. Her eyes lit up, beaming with energy at her victory. Another scan around and she pulled it open, laying across the seats as she pulled at the panels below. Her fingers wriggled up between the wires, pulling a large clump of them down into view. The lighting was dim and poor, but just enough for her to tell the difference between their coating. A nimble hand slithered down her jacket, pulling a shallow blade from within and cutting a couple wires. A last look up and she pressed the light above, verifying they were indeed the proper colours. She grinned and smacked the light off, stripping the wires generously before tapping them together several times. A few sputters and she revved to life. A look of victory filled her face, before flinching as her fingers secured the exposed metal together. The small electrical burn stained her thumb and forefinger, reminding her to check her face. Only a scratch was left. Looking up, she noted the time on the clock on the dashboard. All in all it took her about twenty minutes. Not her best, but certainly not the worst.<br/><br/>Her bum slid over the middle console, planting in the drivers seat, her knees pressing the wires back up where they belonged, though still dangling to either side. She checked her mirrors before turning the wheel and heading off down the street, suddenly wishing she had worked a little faster to enjoy a nice joyride. But it was straight to business this evening. A heavy sigh escaped as she had not realized she'd kept her breath so shallow. Her eyes watching vividly until she noticed lingering stares in a particular direction. Was she on the right track, or shit out of luck? Unless he had left the main road he couldn't have gotten<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>far.<br/><br/>When her gut insisted she give up (and not with it's obnoxious growl), she slowed her perusing, the back of a leather jacket ducking into a glass door. It took her a moment, but after a good long look, his head seemed to turn just enough for her to make out his facial features. It was definitely the guy from the ambulance. A transient smile and she drove up, parking against the curb. Her hand slipped between her legs, reached down and separating the wires below to cut the engine. A bit of fiddling and she tucked the wires back up under their proper panel, making it a little less obvious that it may have been tampered with.<br/><br/>She approached the door, paying no mind to the kind of clothes they sold and only dreading the fluorescent lights inside. They weren't her favorite, and often gave her a headache once she'd gotten away from them. Wincing briefly, she pulled the door open and stepped inside, blending decently with the styles on display. Her coat didn't stick out too bad with it's dark brown shell, but the soft inner lining was a little lighter than she'd ever noticed. Hesitation took over as she stepped sideways, not too sure as to how to approach someone without the intent to kill. Her eyes averted, lingering for a moment to the woman at the register with her phone out, tapping and scrolling her finger along the screen with a grin on her face. Nanu's fingers tapped and puled at the garments, casually strolling along with the gentleman in her sights.