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Facesitting the Robber
(Scarlett Steele)

Having received a tip through the vigilante group The Secret Assassins that Bill Hatfield, notorious bank robber was casing the First National Bank on Main Street, Agent Christine ducked out of sight, hiding in the shadows as she trailed the man she thought was Bill. Her spiked heels clicked along the sidewalk, Agent Karla having warned her she needed more stealth. Christine paused and pulled out her compact and applied more deep red lipstick. Her dark auburn hair teased just right, she looked like a hooker ready for a night of fun, only the leather pants and jacket detracted from that stance. Any red-blooded man would fall prey to her feminine wiles with such ease.



Christine ducked behind a trashcan sitting outside a shop just in time for Bill glanced her way and confident he was alone, went around the back alley that led the way to the back entrance of the bank. Word had it he was casing a new bank and The Secret Assassins aimed to stop the man cold in his tracks. Christine displayed confidence to the group claiming she could take care of this one alone. There was a time for the group and a time for some one-on-one. This was one of those alone times.