“…so you’re this ‘Black Fox,’ huh?” she said, in more of a statement than a question. “If not, I don’t know why you’d wear such a getup. Actually, I’m not sure I’d want to know.”

The runner didn’t say anything in response. The attacker motioned her gun at the briefcase in the runner’s hands.

“Drop that and we won’t have an issue,” she offered. “Well, at least, not as much of an issue. You still have to answer for many other charges, thief.”

The runner didn’t say or do anything. Her eyes darted around the alley, looking for a way out. Her back was facing her only exit. The blonde woman trained the sights of her gun on the thief, slowly approaching her.