Night time. Darkness settled over the city, threateningly inauspicious, yet soothing to those that held occupations which daylight couldn't endure. Myst wasn't bothered by either. Night or day. Right now she was too much of a lowlife, an anonymous rascal. Though she trusted and believed: that one day, in broad daylight or not, her activities and power would exceed those that held any authority.
For the moment, however, she held still in the alley. Casting a sly glance past the corner at the cart, filled to the brim with boxes of chocolate and other edibles. Ready to pounce when the keen guard's eyes falter to keep his gaze locked upon the defenceless, but oh so desired, goodies.
Chocolates, Brenda thought. I can sell those easy enough.
She was inexperienced. She'd only been to juvie a couple of times for shoplifiting. But since turning 17, she had made a reasonable profit selling bootleg porn to crusty, greying men old enough to be her grandfather. And the chocolates seemed irrisistable.
Besides, she thought, this would be different from shoplifting. The chocolates aren't actually IN the shop. They're here, in the ally.
She didn't have all night, she realized. The loading dock door was sure to open any minute, and the guard would watch while the cart and all its treasures was wheeled into the store. If she was going to make a move, it had to be now.
She had no idea Myst was eyeing the same target from the other side of the ally, beyond the truck. All Brenda .knew was that she had to act. Now! Silently she crept up behind the guard. When she was close enough, she pounced onto his back, covering his mouth with her hand as she drove her dagger into his neck where muscle met sinew.
The guard wheeled, making no sound, but biting her hand as he attempted to throw Brenda from his back.