A Midnight Visitor
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Dark inside, no signs of visible activity. This was the place. He'd cased the place yesterday. No working alarm, there was a sign for a dog but no dog, he'd made sure of that in animal form yesterday. Off the main road, entering down the side passage. The window went up silently and smoothly, a practiced hand guiding it.

Malcolm was in quicker than you'd expect, leaving the window open but not fully open, locking it open with a small device. The slightest draft the only clue as to the escape route. Cat-like reflexes even today as a human. Dressed in a black leather jacket, grey shirt, black jeans, thick black boots, and gloves. His hair was dyed dark red, curled up, and he had thick rim glasses on. Almost certainly well armed for the job, and also carrying a small professionals toolkit on his belt.

Silently looking around in the dark to get his bearings, Mr Cole's leather gloves left no DNA trace. The black mask he wore now pulled over his face offering even less for identification. His steps were so light, so well practiced, offering a noise level only on a par with each intake of air to his lungs. There was a floorplan on his phone that he was following, well prepared for the job.

A new cat was in town, ready to make his mark on the already high crime rates. Whether this was an office, a home, or a small store he was in did not matter. Drawn to this place for one specific prize. His preference was to take stores and businesses, to avoid people's natural instinct to defend their loved ones. Not that he cared, he just didn't like getting shot. Today his entire focus was one item he knew that was here, something that'd make a fine score.

Closer. A door was slowly opened and wedged with a doorstop from his kit to maintain the escape route. Hands to each side for balance and quicker reactions should he need them, ever so quiet, a natural hunter even before the infection, predatory steps seeking out his single bounty.

Whoever you are. You weren't alone anymore.



Please name the location and item in your post.

#2
Grace was a little stoned. Just enough to put her in the zone to double up her brain somewhere else. She had every ability to reach farther than the Bluff, but sometimes you didn't want to.

Museums were few and far between in this shithole of a town, but this one was traveling, apparently. A small temporary shindig, maybe here for cheap rental space. All modern art, good for looking at while glazed. Some of it was probably worth good money, but Grace was no bitch-ass art expert.

A week or so ago she'd bumbled around the place, and now she could visit it again from the safety of her own home. In her pajamas, sprawled out on her bedroom floor. But that handy Grace double was wandering dark halls lit mostly by exit signs.

Color her fucking surprised when through the darkness, she saw some cartoon robber creeping through. Standing in the middle of the exhibit hall, if decidedly somewhat translucent, she just gawked at this motherfucker. Was he for fucking real?

She wasn't high enough to be dreaming it.


outfit is these plus a white tee; no shoes no service; also, she's a hologram

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