Come on, you can do this. Breath in. Breath out. Look calm. Head down. Act natural.
Sirens blared in the distance.
Walk steady.
A police car flew past, sirens screaming.
I need to get out of here.
My feet led me down the steps into the parking lot of a cheap motel. Fingers fidgeting around the leather case of my lock pick. Eyes searching the lot for a car. I stuffed my hands further into my jacket pockets, a lock of my hair falling out of my hood and into my face. I didn't bother messing with it.
I had found my next victim.
A shiny black car sat innocently near the back. From what I could tell with my limited amount of car knowledge was that it looked like a classic, and that from the look of the worn leather seats inside was that it was used often. I surveyed my surroundings before taking out my lock pick. With shaking hands I unlocked the car and slid in quickly, wincing as the door squeaked in protest. My hands worked quickly as the sound of sirens neared. Then with a start the engine roared to life. I shut the door and backed out as fast as I could, knowing that the noise could very well have alerted the owners. I tossed off my hood freeing my short black hair from its confinement and forcing myself to look natural as I could while pulling out of the parking lot.
I was free.