Stalking Criminals, The Perks Of An Ex-Job!

Alex stood on the roof of the building, her black robe hung loosely on her shoulders and her dark hair spilling over her shoulders in wild curls. She had just come back from a party, absolutely her scene, but she was there for work. Victor, her assignment for the evening, like everyone else there, was completely trashed. People were rowdy and too touchy for her own comfort. She was glad that Victor finally decided to leave, she liked partying and getting drunk to oblivion, but watching others do that while being stuck in a drunk celibacy vow, was no fun. Fortunately, he decided to roam Knockturn Alley. If there was one place Alex knew like the back of her hand, it was Knockturn Alley.

Now all she had to do was wait. either for Victor to do something, or one of her colleagues to show up. It wasn't as if Alex was so inefficient that she couldn't handle an escapee on her own, it was standard procedure. Especially now that she was demoted to a desk job. She could do nothing on field. Nothing! Except some measly defense measures in the name of 'self defense'. She forced herself to swallow the bitterness welling up inside her. It wasn't fair. She knew her exact purpose tonight, she was supposed to be the 'witness'. A 'trustworthy' and 'unbiased' enough eyewitness to state that what was going to happen tonight wasn't a trained mission to extract knowledge about an enemy and then dispose the trader as seen fit but was a simple Bailskipper who picked the wrong people to fight with. Yeah right. She had specific orders not to contact the subject but that was only on paper and Alex was cocky enough to believe that whoever her partner was, they weren't going to rat her out. Official orders be damned, tonight Alex planned to scratch up the first clue to the identity of her attacker, but before that, she must wait. Focus!

Sighing, she leaned on the sill of the roof, her dark brown eyes glittering as she kept watch on the criminal down the street. Suddenly, she straightened up, instantly alert. There had been a sound of footsteps coming her way and she instantly prepared herself for any battle, if it was going to be fought, squinting as she tried to distinguish the figure in more familiar lines.