Wakako patiently waited with her eye on the crowds while she finished her cigarette. Nobody had reacted outwardly to the exchange, and the passers-by kept passing by. She shook the pack for another, but it was getting light. Breathing a sigh she headed back inside and went to add them to her list.
Four blocks away, Motoko was making good time, and slid around the corner to get line of sight on her final target. A quick scan ruled out all but one from the pile, and she homed in on it. Mere steps from victory, a hand reached out to steal the prize away.
Sandevistan time dilated.
A desperate lunge.
A soft grab.
The dull clunk of hostile fingers closing on air.
Then she crashed through the display, sending pseuvocados everywhere.
"Yoink!"
"Grahhh!"
Sprinting for the door, Motoko made full use of parkour, and pushed payment to the teller before rolling out the door and ducking around the corner.
Her pursuer came through the wall and the chase was on.
...
*ringing*
She wouldn't normally answer in a situation like this, but it was Wakako calling, so she took a second to bounce off the nearby fire escape with a grunt of effort before picking up.
"Hi, gig's done! I left the items in the dead drop by the bench in your underground parking lot. I even got a combo deal on Malk and I Can't Believe It's Not Gluten; just gotta shake this tail before I stop to chat!"
"Motoko, listen, that wasn't the gig. There's no time left; I need my son escorted to a safe house before Adam Smasher is deployed."
"Oh! Well, good news then? He's a bit distracted at the moment. I got him with a Laughing Man, but he's still got good hearing or sonar or something. How much time do you need?"