She noted their trajectory of approach towards the restaurant, -- The Streets of Cybertron

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Date Posted: 19:10:41 06/27/01 Wed
Author: Cayrn
Subject: She noted their trajectory of approach towards the restaurant,
In reply to: Cayrn 's message, "Her eyes had long been focused on the high-rise before her," on 14:13:10 06/27/01 Wed

and adjusted her course accordingly. She knew that once the Senators arrived at the restaurant, the Fox would most likely hang back and cover their entrance into the restaurant. She wouldn't have to look into the restaurant because the two way mirror would show her what she had to know.

The best opportunity was quickly approaching.

In her right hand she remained ready to draw her weapon. In her left hand, her nails were ready to come into play, directly into the optics of the furthermost right guard...blinding him and making him an obstacle for the second.

She could tell that the angry Hegemon would be first...storming ahead of the trio. Poor fool.

Then she saw him...another one, like her, stalking the senators. He wasn't moving with the crowd the way she was, he was moving towards them instead of picking his ground. If he was a professional he would have noticed that the best place to deliver the packages would be right by the restaurant, where most weapons couldn't be brought into immediate play. The man was a fool. His eyes remained steady on the marks. What was he thinking?

She quickly changed her plans. The marks would have to get by. This guy was posing a worst threat with his blatant disregard of proper tracking. She moved with the crowd, towards the idiot, constantly checking on the Fox, hoping that her keen eyes wouldn't mark her. She knew the Fox probably had spotted the idiot already and had something planned. Even the way she strayed slightly left of the Senators hinted that she was ready to take him out if need be.

Cayrn knew that she had to do this just right. She moved with the crowd and quickly stole something off one of the peddlers wares. It was so fast the peddler didn't notice, but it was ten times slower than usual...done on purpose so that the Fox would notice.

She didn't know if she noticed it or not, but it was all part of the act.

Quickly she moved with the crowd, but not hiding as much as done before. It was an old lesson, hiding by being obviously out in the open...but not memorably so.

The idiot assassin had a wild-eye look to his person. His optics were starting to glow red, like some sort of fanatic. She slammed into him just as he was ten yards away from the Senators and she "fumbled" a theft attempt.

He turned on her with anger in his eyes, a weapon drawn, the Fox and the Senator already passed by and entering into the safety of the restaurant. They didn't turn around and they were already being spoken to by the waiter...probably to be seated.

She growled deep in her throat as she turned back to the fanatic with the gun pointed at her head. His red optics were pulsating.

She didn't say a word, only sneered at him and looked downwards.

His eyes followed hers to the gun that she had pointed center-level...right at his embedded spark.

He didn't even see the lightening quick left hand that came shooting upwards, to his technorganic jaw, lifting him off the floor and back to the crowd.

She stormed off, melding with the crowd while the idiot was robbed on the streets of Cybertron.

They'll be another try. Another day.

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