Someone named Katie
"Are you near?" Daniel asked through my ear piece. "Yeah." I say, quietly. I'm in Buffalo, New York, at Club Marcella, a very large and expensive strip club. The Widower was on the move, everyday getting closer to whatever he or she was trying to accomplish.
But my partner, Daniel, and I think we may have found the next location. After spending months tracking her patterns, we're one step ahead.
"Where are you?" Daniel asked.
"Just crouching under the window." I stated, peaking in briefly. "No odd behavior or movement. Ugh,well kinda." I cringed as a stripper came down the pole.
It's late at night, the rain is beating down harshly, and that's why no one is here except me, the unlucky targets inside, and wherever The Widower is.
"What's the plan?" Daniel asked. he seemed to be a constant mosquito in my ear.
"Plan?" I asked sheepishly.
"Yes, Katie! A plan!" he sighed. "You do this to me every single time."
"The plan is get the pictures and get out." I stated, looking around to see if anyone was nearby.
Daniel and I worked undercover, scouting places and people doing things wrong. We were basically trained snitches. However, each picture we got paid a lot, and Daniel and I could both use the money.
The last picture I got of anything was when Spiderman crashed onto the beach with The Vulture. That photo went viral, but not long after, someone had pictures of Captain America and Ironman fighting. Since then, Daniel and I have been scavenging like vultures.
Suddenly I hear some sort of footsteps approach.
"Finally." Daniels says, with relief. I grab my camera and peak around the side of the building, zooming in to see any features I could.
"Who are you?" I whispered with cat-like curiosity. I sigh as the mixture of darkness and rain made it impossible to see anything but a silhouette. "It's too dark out here."I whisper to Daniel.
"Seriously?! We wasted all this time just to not be able to see?" Daniel says, irritated.
"Hey, don't be rude. We just have to hope he goes inside and into the light." I whisper, trying to reassure him.
The person walked forwards, stopped for a few seconds, and finally walked through the door. Their feet were silent, breath not to be heard, and movements entrancing.
I scuttled across the building and to a second window, that was left cracked open, peaking through at the middle aged men. Still, they sat around with the strippers, not knowing the fate that was waiting.
I couldn't care less, it's 2am and I want my damn picture.
"Okay, I'm going to trip the silent alarm," Daniel started. "Cops arrive in eight minutes and thirty six, five, four, three, two, one, thirty seconds." I started the stopwatch on my wrist and nodded to myself.
"Thanks D, I'll check back in." I stated, watching intently as the door began to open slowly.
"Goodluck K."
I heard his mic shut off so I could concentrate.
The door opened, all the men's backs to it, and the same person walked in. I couldn't even tell they were walking, for their motions looked like a ghost's.
The lighting inside the club was dim, but still slightly better than outside. I could see their faces, but the hood of the mysterious person left theirs to imagination.
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