The Watch

Chapter 2| Bitch in Black

Star City/23rd July/Red Light District, the Styx/2:14 AM

The Styx wasn't a place for teenagers.

Really, it's never been a good place for anyone, be they teenager or otherwise.

That didn't stop the girl on the roof, of course.

The masked girl sat on the roof of an apartment complex across from a seedy bar. The sheathed katana that sat leaned up against her perch and the guns on her hips gave her some protection, if she needed them. Which she probably didn't.

As another gust of wind blew over her, her teeth chattered and she wrapped her trench coat tighter around her body. Black leather was not meant to keep out the cold.

"I really should have worn a thicker coat," she said to herself. The girl switched on the com link in her ear.

She couldn't recall it ever being this cold in Star City in July. Of course, she had only been around for fifteen years.

"Daddy," she began in the sweetest voice she could muster, "it's freezing out here and he's never going to show. Can't we just come back some other night?"

"Sweetie," came a deep voice, "what is the most important part of a stakeout?"

The girl pouted, knowing her father could see her wherever he was. "Patience, I know, I know. I just-"

"If you be good, and stop complaining, I'll make us hot chocolate when we get home."

The black-clad girl's face brightened. "Okay," she giggled excitedly. She went back to her binoculars. "Hey, where are you anyway?"

The voice on the other end chuckled. building behind you twentieth floor." The girl looked where she was in instructed and saw a large shadowy figure holding sniper rifle at a window sill.

"You're really good at that," the girl said waving towards the figure. The voice chuckled over the com link again. "Thanks, baby girl. Now, keep your eyes on the street."

"Oh, right."

The leather covered girl turned her binoculars back to the entrance to the bar.

She blew a raspberry in the direction of the bar. "This place is sketchy," she murmured. She compared another patron. Not him.

"Why do we want this guy again, Daddy?"

"He's an informant, sweetie. If we go soft on one informant, than..."

"...all the others will get to confident. I know that to. All I'm saying is that I hope he's worth it. I think I'm getting a fuckin' cold."

The voice chuckled again. "You really should have worn a thicker coat.."

"I know. Wait did you do that?"

Again, the voice chuckled. "Yes."

She laughed. "You asshole!" When he spoke again, Rat could hear the smile in his voice. "The street, baby, the street."

"Oh, right!"

Rat sighed in frustration as she looks back to the street.

Fuck patience, this was taking to long!

She compared another patron with the picture.

Not him.

Wait...

Rat focused back on that one man.

That was him! Their target, the missing informant! Finally, some action.