Another short chapter. Won't matter.
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Stryke left the military headquarters, muttering underneath her breath.
Now she had to go to the bank just because of a few broken desks.
She noticed the military officers almost immediately.
They had made no attempt to disguise themselves, from the public or from her.
Idiots.
Stryke quickened her pace , ducking into an alley.
She ran down the alley , hooking the tip of her boot into one of the gaps in the chain link fence that lie at the end .
Vaulting over the top, she landed on the other side, hitting the ground at a run.
Stopping for a moment, she turned to watch her followers, who were struggling with the fence.
Looking around, she spotted a fire escape to her left.
She ran to the fire escape , quickly climbing it, skipping every other rung.
Stryke took to the rooftops of the houses that lined the city streets.
The rooftops would be faster than the city streets anyways. And this way she could avoid the MPs that were following her.
Stryke set a quick pace until she came to the next fire escape. She slid down it, jumping to the ground.
She left through a nearby alleyway, arriving right across the street from the city bank.
Stryke sprinted across the street to the bank, then tugged upon the glass doors. When they didn't open, she tugged harder.
Then she realized what happened.
Groaning , she checked the bank hours engraved upon the wall.
It had closed a mere ten minutes earlier.
"Great…now I'll have to wait 'til tomorrow…wonderful."
Stryke turned and ran down the steps, mumbling angry curses underneath her breath.
This is why she hated the bank.