Samantha was sat up on a building overlooking the drug den, filing down her nails. It had been a couple of hours and she still had not heard back from Wendy. 'I hope she hasn't fucked up. I might not be human anymore, but even I wouldn't want the woman to be assaulted in there.'
She knew where this stemmed from of course, she remembered almost being assaulted on numerous occasions when she was a junkie. That would always stay with her, regardless of current evolution.
All of a sudden, the backdoor of the den she was watching swung open and voices rang out. She then smiled as the kingpin she was after held Wendy on his shoulders. She had been drugged, but from concentrating her smell, she knew nothing had happened yet, but was bound to happen any moment.
The kingpin had stashed Wendy in his car and began driving off, alone. Samantha then lazily stood up and loosened up her shoulders. "Maximum effort."
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