Agatha Seamus made haste, stripping her underwear from her body and rushing into her shower not before spotting the mask and rubber outfit she wore to the recent heist. She had usually received secret calls from the friends of clients she worked with and those friends had others as well, most of the crime she committed, which was a job for her, with clients who needed something to be stolen, mostly data from companies and small businesses and she was paid highly for this which enabled her to pay of the depts she had in the past but now work was slow and such a chance would not pass her by.
Though, one thing bothered her and as she stepped from the cubicle it lingered in her thoughts, most of the thing she had stolen from companies were done from afar, but she was being called by this person. Her gut screamed with suspicions, could it be that it was an ambush by the authorities? If it was so, she would know by tracking the area and running a full scan of the vicinity and every client knew this. Trying her best not to think much of it, she planned to do that later when she was to arrive at the given location.
After stepping down from the cubicle, and drying herself off with the automatic dryer only for it to stop, her bills still left unpaid. "Ugh, responsibilities," she groaned, stepping out with her body partly wet and with the help of a towel she was able to get rid of the remaining water droplets on her skin. With that being done, she continued with the necessary tasks of everyday human activity, dressing in her most pricey attire, a low-cut baggy denim which had costed her hundreds of credits and a backless, strappy cropped vest that clung to her upper form.
"Might as well look cool with expensive clothes such as this," she said under her breath, dusting the small lint from the denim. Seeing that she was been realized on television, it was essential not to draw too much attention from the public and her choice of clothing was sure to keep her on the low profile, she would've gone for the hoodie look but that was quite attracting especially for someone with her type of skin color.
Taking a bag, she had stuffed it with the outfit and the mask she had used for the heist at the pandora mall, hanging it on her shoulder as she set off for the mission, not before making sure to take her trash out. The apartment building consisted of six floors, she was on the third upper floor which meant there were about two more to go down and in the last floor she was quite familiar with the neighbors there, but she had only known one person on the same floors as her.
If she remembered quite vividly, Jovan Hackl was his name and he was quite the potential crush of the young lady, she was quite the hard-hearted person but Jovan was a softy who was quite the friendly type so seeing him would make things go haywire, but that wasn't as worst as the women living down. They were quite nosey, indulging in small gossips, "Those little old heifers, don't they all gat some work or something?" she said, annoyed as she planned her way through the floors like her life depended on doing so.
Now she was ready to move, facing the first boss battle of her life. Grabbing her hoverboard and opening the door slightly, she had found the hall completely empty and nobody seemed to be taking the lift, this was her time to move. With steady steps, she shut the door behind her which locked automatically with the help of her finger print on the knob, seeing that her plan worked smoothly, she breathed a sigh of relief and began to make way for the stairs.
Just as she reached the stairs, Agatha hesitated, breathing in and out but her relief was cut short by a voice emerging from behind. "Hey?" it said, sounding cold and detached, like an otherworldly force. Turning to face were the voice came from, she was faced with a tall figure in the form of a man, his hair reaching his shoulders and dead look in his eyes which glowed with a purple light, on his forehead was a strange sigil which glowed with the same light.
"Oh, sorry, my bad," said Agatha, her words drowning as she took a full picture of this man, frightened at the least. She hadn't heard a single footstep from behind, and the hallway was empty. How could he have emerged behind her? This question left her thinking, but there was not much time for that. Stepping out of the way, she let the man pass by as she watched him slowly advance down the stairs and disappear into the morning light.
Walking down the stairs, she had felt that the man was finally gone, but she was wrong. Leaping from the top staircase leading down to the ground floor, she had landed right Infront of the same man she had just encountered, but this time he seemed to be conversing with somebody. Standing at the same height was a dark male, his pupils a blue hue with bleached dreadlocks falling on the sides of his head like spider legs.
It was the famous charmer, Jovan Hackl whom Agatha Seamus had obsessed over for quite a while, and just for her luck to run out, the strange man was just leaving.
-Identification Analysis-
-Name: Jovan Hackl
-Age: 18
-Height: 6ft, 3inches
-Weight: 85kg
Agatha froze, looking up at the young male who noticed her, a look of surprise laced on his facial expression, "Oh, Agatha, it's you," he said, facing the woman with a smile on his face, "Didn't think I'll be seeing you around early in the morning, what's with the bag and the hoverboard?"
The young lady gazed on the items she held, seeing that he had accurately gotten everything in her inventory it was now a battle of feelings and lying just to escape an awkward conversation and the lying part was quite the hard part as girls like her were good at hiding feelings, "Oh, Jovan," she stuttered, beads of sweat already forming on her skin as she tried to close the bag properly, "Didn't think I'll be seeing yo black ass up at this hour.... like right now?"
Jovan chuckled, "Still funny as always," he said, a bright smile on his face as he got to the point of why he was up at such an hour, "Yea, I've been working out lately, need to work on the health, the doctors at cyber-gen be telling me to keep my energy level at a good pace"
Agatha nodded, trying her best to listen to the young man while she fought internal battles and as soon as the room was quiet, it was finally time for her to speak up, "Well, anyways, I'll be seeing you soon," she said, dropping the hoverboard that began to levitate, inches above the ground. Since the fall of 2025, vehicles and objects used for transportation had evolved as well as humanity did, now something called a hoverboard was made-a skateboard without tires as the old generation called it.
"You gotta get to work?" Jovan asked.
Agatha nodded, with a soft, "Hmm-hmm," coming from her mouth and before Jovan could ask any questions that could prolong the awkward talk, she had already zoomed away.
As the young lady disappeared into the busy streets of pandora, Jovan watched with suspicion, his big blues squinted as he placed the headphone that was slung on his neck back on his head, the same tattoo on the strange man's forehead, engraved on the back of his hand. Whatever this tattoo was, it sure belonged to some group, but this group was a mystery which Agatha wasn't to focused on attending to.
As Jovan watched her leave in haste, he being part of this group or gang, maybe secret organization, Agatha was sure to be a potential target.