gunsforhire | LOG: Dead End

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LOG: Dead End

Who: Abigail (Original), any and all
What: Fleeing from a variety of small crimes.
Where: Market District, Street Markets Day Two
When: 5/20, Morning and Afternoon
Warnings: None?

There are times where no matter how hard she tries, things just don't go her way. She'd thought the open air markets had been a good place a few days ago. She'd lifted money from some people, had food with others, and so despite her normal reservations, she opted to repeat the trip.

First rule of thieving: don't hit the same place twice in a short period of time.

Abby should have remembered that. Today she hasn't. Today is one epic failure after another, and if not for the fact that she needs to eat tonight, she'd probably give up, throw in the towel, and slink back to her safe spot.

Instead she's rushing through the crowd, trying not to get caught by the man searching for her, much less relinquish her pathetic take for the day.

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This little woman isn't big enough to hurt him with a hit. That's just stupid.

"You're kidding, right? He's huge and scary," Abby protests.

He's getting closer, and it's scary. If he gets her, he might break something, her arm or her legs or... No, this isn't good.

He's coming. He isn't marked hostile on her tracker, but he's moving fast enough that she can single him out.

"It's okay. Go get in the jeep. I'll take care of him."

It's him all right. He isn't shouting at the girl, which sends all sorts of warning signals to Oquirrh. She grits her teeth, shifts her weight, and hopes she remembers her training.

Abby hesitates for half a moment and then runs to jump into the back of the jeep, hiding behind a seat. Before this she had managed to avoid people she's pissed off. But she's seen what people do to thieves out here. Getting caught is like a death warrant sometimes.

So she hides and prays.

And the man approaches Oquirrh, finally moving past the worst of the crowd and glaring at Oquirrh.

"Where is the girl?"

Oquirrh almost folds her arms. No, stop, she'll probably need her hands in a minute. She puts her hands on her hips instead. "What do you want with her?"

God is she really that dense? Abby tries not to whimper at the thought of what's going to happen. She should try and sneak out.

"Ain't your business," the man answers. "Little bitch owes."

"You want her to pay up, you get the authorities," Oquirrh says. "You cry thief and you get help. You don't stalk her through the streets like some sex-starved predator or someone's going to get the wrong idea."

Oh wow. Abby has to not giggle because what a line. She should use that sometime.

"Thieves like her, you gotta grab for the cops. Little rats find a hole and disappear forever," the man snarls. "You give her to me and I'll hold her for the authorities."

Oquirrh gestures to the crowd. "Any one of those people could've helped you grab her and keep her for the cops. Pity you're too much of a pervert to ask for help. Now she's run off and you don't know where she went."

She sizes him up one last time, fighting to keep her breathing regular. She's got this. She's fought worse. Right?

Oh god she's so fucking awesome, she holds her breath not to laugh.

"And you could have helped rather than being a super bitch," the man counters, pushing past Oquirrh. He's going to check these fucking cars.

Got him. Oquirrh spins with the blow and kicks the back of his knee. The guy stumbles and rounds on her, snarling. She has already moved in close and punches him low in the chest. If she's lucky, she'll break his sternum. If not, well, at least he'll be winded long enough to get the jeep moving.

Abby can't help but meep in shock at the sound of fighting. She moves so she can peek out of the back just a little and...

WOW! That small lady has the guy doubled over and almost on his knees.

"Wh-what?" the man gasps as he falls to his knees.

Okay, now for the part that she's even better at.

Running.

She sprints to the jeep, clambers into the driver's seat, and starts the ignition. "Seatbelt," she calls to the girl in the back.

"You think it's safe for me to pop my head up where he can see it?" Abby asks, still laying in the back.

Oquirrh heads out into traffic. "If he touches my jeep, I'll hit him with it," she says. "You're okay."

Never mind that she promised Louisiana she wouldn't. She's angry enough to do it. Besides, she's almost out of the arterial street and onto the main road. Moron will have no idea where they went.

Abby hesitates for a while before popping up and getting into the back seat and buckling up. She hasn't been in a moving car before. This is exciting.

"Thanks for helping. Just... get me to a major street and drop me?"

"You sure?" Oquirrh asks, adjusting her rear-view mirror to check on her passenger. "You look like you've had a rough day. The kind that calls for ice cream or something."

She can't just drop the kid off, not right after an incident like that. She remembers being vulnerable and shaken and very much alone. And who doesn't like ice cream?

"Ice cream?" she asks, excited. He hasn't been able to have ice cream in years. It's a frivolity she hasn't had in too long. Can't afford.

"Can we really? I like the kind where it's buttery and there are nuts in it and it's salty too?"

"Butter pecan?" Oquirrh asks. "That's one of my favorites!" Right up there with pralines and cream.

That's it. They're getting ice cream. She queues her navigation program to find an ice cream shop. Supposedly there's a vendor about two miles away. Not bad. She sets the location on her HUD and heads in that direction.

"Is that what it's called?" Abby asks, smiling in her helmet and leaning forward. "I want two scoops. Lots of it."

Because the next chance could be so very far away.

"That makes two of us," Oquirrh says. "So, what's your name?"

"Jessie," she lies, coming up with the name on the spot. That last thief called her Abby and hell if she's going to let someone get that close again.

"Jessie, huh?" Probably not, but she understands why. "I'm Oquirrh. That guy give you trouble before?"

"Nope," Abby answers with a sigh. "Completely new problem."

"Well hopefully he leaves you alone now." One mile to go. "What'd you do to make him so mad?"

Well, the woman helped her so... "I may... have stolen a pair of micro cameras from his stall. Low end stuff, but, hey, still good money."

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