[Hobo]

Chris turned from the alley, walking back to the van she opened her packet of cigerettes. She pulled one out, slid the packet back into her pocket and then proceeded to light the cigerette before slipping it into her mouth. She stepped into the van and unrolls the paper.

After reading it for about twenty mintues, She picks up her mobile from her coat pocket, she holds down the speed dial for one of her contacts. A man's voice answers.

Chris: Hey magnum...

Magnum: Chris? What's up doll?

Chris: Jo and jack are corpses. I'm building up a new team, got a Sniper or Techie, that's on top grade?

Magnum: I have a new Sniper, he's a real pro. Goes by the Alias of Panther, never seen anyone this good...

Chris: What're his rates?

Magnum: £50,000 the first mission you need him for, just £15,000 for each mission after that.

Chris: I'll take him, get him over to Cregson, tell him to meet me in the main square, tommorow, Noon.

Magnum: Got you sugar, now how about we hook up for dinner sometime.

Chris hangs up on him before he can utter another word. She sits back into her chair, she tunes the radio to Jazz FM and she starts to doze off into a light sleep.

When she wakes the time is already 10 pm. She checks her gear. Only £40,000 left, not enough to pay Panther if he wants the cash upfront.

She steps out if the van again. She gets into the back of the van. She picks up her kit and then manages to squeeze herself into a tight black leather catsuit. she slinks into the town, being spotted by no one. She's in the main square. She looks up to see her target. Cash Co. Bank. She runs up to the side entereance, and throws her grappling hook onto the roof. She pulls herself up a floor and, using her dimond glass cutter, slices a whole in the window just big enough for her.

She draws her nightstick, no room for civilian fatalities, she reminded herself. She ran down two flights of stairs until she was in the basement. Ahead of her was the vault, but infront of that were three balding security guards.