Thread: Pieces of Eight {Leroco / Symphony}

A man rested calmly in a city parking lot, fiddling with the business end of a small weapon in his pocket as he did so. It was rare he had to use such a weapon, but it had saved him in the past. Leaning back, the man glanced at his watch, it had been a few minutes since his target had entered the restaurant. She was a shorter woman, and her defensive body language told more about her than any descriptions he could have given, she knew someone was watching. A few more minutes passed as the man kept his sharp eyes on the entrance of the store, before he looked down at and tapped the face of the watch a few times. He let out a sigh, already having begun to plan his next attempt. The restaurant doors flew open and the woman, his target, stumbled through them before sprinting down the road. The woman, whose name he had avoided when going over her information, had behaved exactly as expected. Paranoia and fear building up for the last month had finally triggered this final decision. A smile appeared on the man's face, his normally crisp looks muddied with stubble and overgrown hair. He had gone by a large number of names in the past. His present name, Mike, suited the city environment. The car, a well built German vehicle with a fine leather interior, started quietly as the woman began sprinting down the street. The quiet engine hummed to life as she turned the corner, pushing the car into the road. Mike smiled at the woman's sprinting form, all she was doing was making his job easier. Mike glanced at the sides of the city roads as he watched the woman sprinting down the city streets. His car, fairly well hidden among the normal evening traffic, didn't attract too much attention to him, and the woman running along the street captured the eyes of anyone keeping watch. Everything was falling into place, and the plan would go smoothly. Millions of dollars would be his in only a short time, and retirement would be sweet. The woman was faltering, sweat visible on the back of her neck, her steps falling heavy as her will and fear stopped her from running. Still cruising along at the speed limit, Mike began to slow the car, pulling into an easy to enter parking space while preparing himself for a short sprint. A hand held on the horn of the car was surprisingly not enough to startle the running woman, even with the horn on the car illegally increased in volume. Regardless of the small setback, Mike threw open the car door and abandoned his car, sprinting down the street towards the woman as he did. His strides were slow at first, heavy shoes deliberately pounding loudly onto the city pavement. Time was running out. The police would certainly be called at only the sight of the woman sprinting down the street. He had just taken his first few steps, and was prepared to be at the woman's heels in moments when she glanced back at him in horror and unexpectedly turned down an alleyway. Mike let out a small curse, and his strides became longer and more efficient, his feet gliding across the pavement. Things had just gotten quite a bit more complicated, and the moment Mike had left his vehicle he had committed himself to what was to come. Silently, he hoped for a brick wall as he turned the corner as well.