The joint had been an easy mark, like taking very expensive candy from a very stupid baby, with a bad security manager. She'd slipped in, broke into the safe, removed the "cursed" diamond and chain, along with a cool hundred thou and some shiny things she'd fence later.
The diamond, larger than her thumbnail, and its chain, the client had insisted on the chain, were already on their way to Istanbul and the man who had asked for them. The cash was cooling its heels in a pouch at the small of her back, and the shiny bits were in another pouch tucked into the top of her boot, and attached to the ankle holster there. She should go straight home, and stow them, but really she was too high from the heist to go home, and she really had no idea what to do with herself.
She wasn't hungry, and sex with some random stranger didn't appeal, the loud racket of the arcade she'd passed made the high turn to headache for a moment, and so had been left. That was how she found herself in the Garden, perched on her toes on the edge of a fountain studying the way the moon played with the water.
The bright light of the waxing moon, shimmered on the spikes of her dark hair, and reflected from the polished leather corset that hugged her body. As she shifted, the dull leather of her pants creaked a bit. Kat sighed, they'd done that once in the McMansion she'd been in and she'd about had a heart attack. It hadn't woken the humans from their Ambien comas, so she hadn't taken them off. Though she'd not wear them again, at least not on a heist.
The diamond, larger than her thumbnail, and its chain, the client had insisted on the chain, were already on their way to Istanbul and the man who had asked for them. The cash was cooling its heels in a pouch at the small of her back, and the shiny bits were in another pouch tucked into the top of her boot, and attached to the ankle holster there. She should go straight home, and stow them, but really she was too high from the heist to go home, and she really had no idea what to do with herself.
She wasn't hungry, and sex with some random stranger didn't appeal, the loud racket of the arcade she'd passed made the high turn to headache for a moment, and so had been left. That was how she found herself in the Garden, perched on her toes on the edge of a fountain studying the way the moon played with the water.
The bright light of the waxing moon, shimmered on the spikes of her dark hair, and reflected from the polished leather corset that hugged her body. As she shifted, the dull leather of her pants creaked a bit. Kat sighed, they'd done that once in the McMansion she'd been in and she'd about had a heart attack. It hadn't woken the humans from their Ambien comas, so she hadn't taken them off. Though she'd not wear them again, at least not on a heist.