The thief cycled through multiple options in her head, all of them turning up sour for her. Clutching the handle of the briefcase tighter, she suddenly had a different idea.

The Black Fox, quickly running a prayer to Lady Luck through her head, slowly lowered herself to the ground. The woman in white paused, her gun still trained on the thief. The Black Fox knelt down and placed the briefcase on the concrete, sliding it over to the woman in white. She then raised her hands above her head.

“I appreciate the thought, I suppose…” the woman in white said. “But you won’t get off scot free with just that. You’ve been fairly disruptive to the otherwise peaceful life of the White Sector.”