7:30pm, in ten minutes, she'll arrive at the doorstep
She'll walk through the front door, on her guard because the old man in front is not there. She'll be unarmed, her gauntlet stashed in her room, off put since the warehouse is dead quiet. No lights in the warehouse, no residents. She'll stumble, two steps forward, staying close to the left wall, preferring to have her right hand ready to strike.
One step to the right, into my trap.
She'll struggle, perhaps ripping the trap out of the ground, and move towards me.
Three steps forward, right foot hindered. One step left, into another trap.
She'll stop, allowing me to step out of the shadows and present her my offer.
If she lashes out at me, she'll trip forward
Her left hand will land in a trap
She'll take my offer
Stanly won't have to shoot her
She'll be taken care of
This is how it will go