A/N: Hello! I'm back. You may remember a story I wrote with the exact same name. Well, after reading what I had written, I realized how terrible it was. I deleted that story so that I could start over. Forget that anything happened...
Two girls hid on the roof of a building, waiting for their cue. They were watching a girl who was about 13. She walked from stand to stand, searching for the perfect target. She stopped, realizing the perfect time would be now. With a small smirk on her face, she collapsed in front of them. The raven haired girl who was part cat was the first to react, jumping to the ground so she could enter the crowd. She directed her attention to the brown haired girl, looking for who she wished them to attack. The two closest to her were a boy about age 14 who was carrying a bag, possibly filled with credits. The other was a girl about 16 who was in Mandolorian armor. Signaling her friend, she grabbed the girl's blasters, accidentally scratching her with her claws. Zira's not going to like this...
Zira, who had been waiting, lept off the roof, knowing exactally who her target was. He was trying to help Sparta, the girl who had been pretending to be unconsious. In a quick move she grabbed the bag and ran. She knew she was being followed. She always got that feeling. What ever's in this bag must be really important. I wonder how the other's are doing.
Sparta had gotten up, smiled at the Mandalorian, and ran. She knew she had to get away without running into anything. Zira hated doing anything to endanger her. Sparta basically had to beg to be included in this. She narrowly avoided the cart in the middle of the road. Sparta knew she didn't have to run, but she did anyway. It was fun to be able to help the others, and not feel helpless.
Zira looked behind her. She had quite a lead on the blue haired kid, which she found funny as she had a prostetic lower leg. Zira laughed to herself. Once she completely outran this kid, whatever was in the bag was her's. Zira turned a corner and nearly ran into a wall. The kid caught up to her. "That's not your's. Just turn around, give me the bag, and I'll leave you and the other members of your group alone."
Zira blew a bit of her blue hair that ended in hot pink out of her eyes. The kid probably couldn't identify her. All he had was her hair and skin color. She did a backflip over him, using a bit of her magic to assist her self. "No, you turn around."
Zira turned and ran, but not before seeing the confused and shocked expression on the boy's face.
A/N: I think this was a bit better than my first attempt. What do you think? I want honest, but not mean, reviews. (I added my OC and Frying Pan's, because I had trouble writing for KJ's only. I needed the character interaction.)