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i. Tag, You're It!
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FRANCESCA TAPPED HER foot against the floor as she leaned against the wall of a local shop, pretending to look down at her watch every few minutes to make it appear like she was meeting someone. It didn't take her very long to find him (Seriously, Master Lin? Baby wrangling? C'mon!). She observed from afar, pulling the hood of her black cloak over her head. He fumbled with a pack of cigarettes as he stared longingly at the rubble of the boy's home. She noticed a police car parking next to it which made him leave in an instant. He wandered off, causing her to follow, keeping a good distance away from him. After walking quite some ways, he ended up leaning against a bus stop. He doodled in a black notebook, as he would occasionally glanced at people, begging for money. However, the people just ignored him. Quite some time passed, Francesca followed him to a dark alley where the homeless would gather around. She kept her distance when a homeless man snatch his backpack. It felt like the right time.
She sent everyone her location before her eyes went back to the boy. The man shook it before the notebook fell into his hands. He held up a picture before teasing Marcus. Marcus lunged for him, but ended up on the ground. The man pressed a knife tip against his neck. She figured that was her cue to step in and take action. She pulled out a knife from one of her leg holsters underneath her long black dress and stretched her arm back with the knife in hand as she aimed for the man. She released it causing the knife to fly forward, head first, barely missing him.
"The hell?" He muttered before running off. Francesca ran up to Marcus who just laid there. She towered over him, offering a hand. Marcus glanced at it, confused, before scrambling to stand up and grabbed his notebook and backpack before sprinting off. "Mierda," She mumbled under her breath.
She heard the pounding of footsteps coming towards her before she jumped slightly. "Relax, girl!" Billy reassured her. "It's just me."
Francesca gave him a glare before punching him in the arm. "Don't scare me like that. Is everyone in there?"
