It took her about twenty minutes to slink across town. Being a wanted woman is not for the weak. Imagine being unable to use the shadows and smoke that filled the back alley ways to your heart's fullest content.
"Poooooooof"
Her eyes twinkled as she mocked an explosion in front of her, right at the feet of the guard that wouldn't notice she had passed by undetected in just a moment.
The old salvage yard she frequented was on a road less traveled, much to her dismay on nights like this.
In just about ten minutes the lights overhead will dim, kicking in to their power-saving mode. It was late in the evening, but not late enough that the singular guard tower was unmanned. One way in, one way out. Well... Two ways. It's been months since she had pried up a corner of the unkempt fence to make her unnoticed escapades.
As she sat under the cover of darkness and quite a few hubcaps, she counted the moments until shift change. For a brief second equations flurried her vision, but she shook them away.
The hallucinations were getting worse.
"At least these are helpful." She huffed to herself begrudgingly.
...
"Yay" she exclaimed as the lights in the tower shifted under the shadow of moving bodies.
Leaving all but one weapon on the ground beside her, she calculated a quick path to her soon to be spoils. Stakeout always proves amazing, giving her just enough of an edge to know where to dart quickly. The shift change happens in about five minutes time, and not knowing where to go
"Would be stupiiiiiidddddd." came her sing song.
Today, it was just a few odds and ends that caught her fancy. Low to the ground, she quickly stuffed an old glass bottle of rusty nails into her belt loop. Then, just a few small scrap sheets of aluminum, and finally some size-mismatched gears that were lying about.
With her body towards the tower once again she grabbed from the ground a torque end wrench that had certainly seen better days and hurled it into the far shadows. Just a small distraction, loud enough to draw the attention of a curious guard. Not truly necessary, but the small act of messing around with the guardsman incentivized her each time.
She watched as the guard turned towards the sound, and a smile curled on her lips as he lingered and peered over the edge of his post. It was time to make her escape.
Ignoring the urgency to throw a Molotov in her wake she made her way quickly back to her gear and out of the Jinx-sized hole she had made all those months ago. She giggled as she bounced away, imagining the shock of the guard as a fire battled the metal, junk, and mystery goo to reach them. A fire she wasn't able to set. How pitiful.
Looking down at her takeaways for the evening she figured that it wasn't such a huge waste. Who said she can't go back and finish the yard off when the pickings get slim? Certainly not the past few salvage yard guards she'd had the pleasure of showing just what it was she did with those precious parts.