Stealing from Others

My name is Vivian, but most people just call me Vi.
I'm just your typical rare artifact finder and odd job guru.
Who happens to be on the run and hiding in plain sight.

I don't ask for much. The occasional day off, not being chased by hell hounds, a good cup of coffee and the end of a long day fighting for my life. You know, typical stuff. Except I might have really pissed off the wrong people this time. How was I supposed to know a crummy little trinket was a highly sought after mystical object capable of destroying large groups of "others" if in the hands of someone very powerful?

Whoops?