He ran through the grimy alley, GENcops pursuing not far behind. Graverobber turned a croner, and saw it. His dumpster. He held his breath as he sprinted to it, unlatched the top, and hid himself inside his makeshift hideout. He was silent, not daring to move, as he heard hurried footsteps not far from where he sat. He waited untill they passed, counted to one-hundred, and cautiously peeked out the top of the trash receptical. The GENcops had gone by, the alley was empty. He led out a long breath and ren a hand through his multi-colored hair. Too close, he though, scolding himself. He patted his caout, finding his merchandise in an inside pocket. He pulled out and examined the glowing blue liquid in the little glass vial. Zydrate. He sighed in relief of it being undamaged, and sat bathing in the glowing light, letting his eyes focus on it untill it illuminated his periphary, causing him to notice something out of place in his dumpster. Someone.

A woman lay unmoving not far from his corner of the dumpster. Graverobber checked for a rise and fall of her chest, not surprised when it was unmoving. He smiled slowly at the easy score. He didn't even have to dig this one up! He took out his Zydrate gun and prepared the extraction from the corpse's nostril. Barely meeting the gun to flesh, he was startled as the body's eyes opened. He reeled back as the woman began to thrash around wildly. The space was too confined for such movement, and a heeled boot connected with his face. Letting out a hiss, he grabbed her shoulders and positioned himself on top of her, pinning her down.

"Stop moving!" he exclaimed. He felt her body heave with violent shudders as she began to hyperventilate. He had dropped the Z upon discovering her, and her movement had made her limbs in dangerous proximity to be able to crush the vial. If this bitch ruins my glow...he thought threateningly, but then decided the only thing to do was keep a cool head. He tried to calm her by speaking reassurences and even petted her sweat-soaked hair, but she was unreachable. He groaned, wanting this chick out of his way so bad, knowing the only way to get out of this situation was to make a sacrifice. He loaded his gun, and pressed it hard against her neck. It sparked as it went off, and she stilled almost instantly. Her breathing regulated into slow, deep breaths.

Graverobber gave a heavy sigh and hoisted himself into a sitting position, pulling the woman up to rest against the wall. "So, gonna tell me how you ended up half-dead in my dumpster? I think I at least deserve a story after what you just put me through."

Her eyes flicked over him at the sound of his voice, heavy-lidded. She gave a glazed stare for a few moments, opened her mouth, then closed it. Finally, she answeredd with a slurred, "What?"

"Why were you dead in my dumpster?"

"...I...what?"

He was becoming agravated again, knowing he'd have to wait a bit before getting anything out of her. He sighed and decided to wait, surprisingly interested in what the girl had to say. He also had other things on his mind, for the first time regarding her as a living, warm woman who was completely at his mercy. He smiled slowly, thinking of ways she could pay for that hit.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed a lock of his hair. She twirled it around her fingers as if it was her own. He leaned back, letting her enjoy herself as he wondered what she would say to him after she sobered.