<strong>Wastland: Briar Rose, Main Street</strong><br/><br/>Fox wasn't entirely pleased with what she found scouting the area. It was too well picked over even for a residential area and then she stumbled across it, another group too close for comfort. "How many gangs is this city hiding" She breathed voicing her annoyances to the wind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea her talking to herself all the time but she found comfort in the practice.<br/><br/>She kept to the shadows and broke into the building next door, it was simple enough to do and settled in to wait. She watch them for long enough to decide if she had a chance to lift their good and if not would go back to her camp and go to bed. She wouldn't starve today and tomorrow may produce the opportunity she'd missed today.<br/><br/>She played her butterfly knife threw her fingertips in the dark as she watched to see if the place would quiet down with sleep, watch for other guard, watch the windows for movement. This felt natural she was used to casing a place, reading it, figuring out if she had a bats chance in hell of stealing their stuff. She'd been doing it for years now, it's how she survived. She was good at it she didn't take risks she couldn't afford, if the place was a bust she'd walk away but she'd know for sure before hand.