It had worked. Against all odds and reason it had worked. Kate had somehow intimidated a pretty dangerous drug dealer.
She had no illusions though, she knew it was not like taking down the mafia.
As she head up in her shitty apartment, as she went into the bedroom and as she looked upon the girl who had almost begged her not to do anything this foolish, Kate knew she couldn't stop just yet. However tempting it was to lay down beside her girlfriend and forget all evil in the world, she couldn't stop here. Like a card player she felt like playing on while the table was hot. There was an overuse of make-up in her face, making her more unrecognizable than a man in a mask. And there were sooooo many big sharp knives left in her kitchen.
Suddenly for the first time ever, she knew exactly what to do...
The Constitutional Bank Of America. It was about 1 or 2 A.M. or something. Kate didn't really have a watch. 2 steak knives were in the back of her black cargo pants, and a small one attached with duct-tape to her wrist under the dark raincoat.
Whatever fate had in store for her, she wasn't afraid. She rarely was. Kate had stared down the barrel of a gun and not been afraid, at least not as much as the man holding it.
She was so tired. Not that she wanted to sleep. So tired of people pissing on the world and breaking the law, putting beautiful persons like the girl in her home in danger.
At first it seemed like the lead from the site had been wrong. Not a single soul from the forum seemed to have shown up like they wrote, and everything seemed quiet at the bank. Was that a good thing? Was that a bad thing?
But then a gun sounded.
Kate had been real close to a window in the bank, and without hesitation kicked the glass as hard as she could. It was not silent. In fact it was not silent at all. But she was in, she was wearing all dark clothing, she was hiding near one of the corners and she had picked her weapon of choice: A big fucking knife.
A masked man armed with some kind of weird gun seemed to investigate her disturbance. And if he just came close enough, she would be ready for him. So fuuuuucking ready...