The more she looked like a woman, the more likely Luden and his men would underestimate her abilities. Normally when she was on a job, it was pulled back by her likewise jet-black tie, but now she let it flow free. She kept her jet-black hair cropped shoulder length, as it was now. Standing just taller than the average woman, Janis’s lithe figure was lean and strong. She’d learned from her past encounters with Luden that being able to see movement was sufficient preparation, since he had about as much finesse as a blind and deaf dog and tended to hire lackeys with his same stealth level. Perched on the rim of the roof, Janis had the advantage of viewing both corners leading to the bakery, though the fog made it tricky to see details. It was less thick from her position above, making the fog below seem suffocating even though breathing through it was quite possible. It only causes more trouble than it’s worth.įrom her position just above the street atop the local bakery, the fog seemed even more imposing filling the streets with thickness, permeating every nook and cranny in sight. I really ought to give up the drink, she thought. Janis put her hands to her temple and massaged her aching head, the street lamps seeming to make it pound more. Fortunately for her, whoever was coming was very late. She had to ensure that there were no surprises set up by Luden’s goons. Missing the chance to arrive early and check her surroundings would have proven costly. This time she had almost missed her window of preparation for her meeting with Luden-at least, for the time that they were supposed to meet. She hated the fog, especially on the days when she’d overslept. Janis had been waiting far longer than she normally liked.
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